Write whatever you wish, as long as it is inspired by that day’s prompt. Here are the 13 prompts for 2021, with the first prompt beginning on 20th October, and the last prompt, Day 13, falling on November 1st:
Each Thursday at Noon GMT the #writephoto prompt will be posted on New2Writing
Use the image and prompt as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.
Please have your entries linked back to the original prompt post by the following Tuesday at Noon GMT.
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There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.
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I was on my regular morning walk when Kayla called. I stopped by the kerb as I fished out the ringing phone from my sweatpant pocket.
“Hey, wassup?” I asked.
“Have you seen my text?” she asked, completely ignoring my cheerful greeting.
“Well, go look at it now! I’ll stay on the line.”
“OK,” I replied, very taken aback. What on earth had gotten into her today? Nevertheless, I tapped on the notification at the top of my screen and saw the single picture Kayla had sent me just two minutes ago (Huh, how very patient, my inner voice scoffed). It was of an ordinary puddle of water that reflected the ordinary leafy branches of the ordinary tree above it.
“Yeah, I saw the pic. What’s so special about it?” I said.
“You see the reflection of the tree in the water?” she fired yet another question.
I was getting a teensy bit annoyed now. “Yes, but—”
“But there’s not a single tree in this place!”
“You know, I think you need some sleep, Kayla. You’ve definitely been overworking.”
“No, that’s not the point! There is zero sign of greenery here except for one leaf right next to the puddle. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
She definitely needs to sleep.
My silence seemed to translate to disbelief (which is true), so Kayla huffed and simply said, “Sending you the location. You need to come. Now.”
Having no other choice, considering it was a long weekend and I had nothing to do, I marched off to the place she’d mentioned. I surveyed the surroundings when I got there after a ten-minute walk; it sure was a concrete jungle, no trees or anything. In that case, maybe this puddle was weird—I had to see for myself.
“Look, here it is,” Kayla beckoned me over as I neared. I bent slightly to get a good look at the reflection. Same as the photo. My friend wore a smug I-told-you-so expression. “What’s more, I tried prodding it with my shoe. And it went right in! I reckon it’s some kind of portal.” She demonstrated.
“OK, that’s cool. And a little scary,” I admitted. “So I think we should head back.”
“Hold on, missy.” She held out her index finger. “Aren’t you gonna try and find out where this actually leads?”
I raised an eyebrow at her; she’d always been the more adventurous one ever since we were kids. I’d usually protest in the beginning of such explorations but later end up tagging along. Was this any different?
“Alright, just this once.” Ah, apparently not.
“Off we go!” we exclaimed together and jumped right in, à la Mary Poppins, then to be transported to a whole different world.
Curious? I’m not giving away any secrets! You’ll have to get through that portal to find out!
HOW THE CHALLENGE WORKS: Each week a prompt will be posted by Cyranny on Cyranny’s Cove to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards.
Just make sure to tag your story with #1MinFiction, and create a pingback to the week’s challenge post, so Cyranny can easily find it!
Mrs Claus watched her husband pace back and forth in their cosy, candy-scented living room.
“What’s the matter dear?” she asked, concerned.
“I’m perplexed!” he replied, stroking his long white beard. “It’s only July, yet this morning I received so many letters from children with their wishlists! How can this be?”
He scanned the addresses scrawled on each of the envelopes. They were all from Australia.
“Oh, I get it now—the southern hemisphere has begun celebrating ‘Christmas in July’! Quite unconventional, but I must find a way to deliver their presents…”
“But dear, aren’t all the reindeer on holiday?” his wife pointed out. It was only a short summer up here in the North Pole after all.
“Oh.” That dealt a heavy blow to St Nicholas’ confidence indeed.
“And the elves too?” She grimaced. That was also true; the elves had been given the weekend off.
Santa stopped in his tracks, frowning.
As though reading his mind, Mrs Claus suggested, “Why don’t you take the blue bicycle from the garden instead?”
“Bicycle? How on earth am I supposed to achieve this feat with a bicycle?”
“Well, you’re Santa, you can do anything!” She laughed heartily.
Hmm, maybe I can, though Santa Claus, smiling as he looked at the bicycle’s blue body glinting in the daylight. Wasn’t the sky blue too? Ahh, no problem then—he would still be unseen, only differently this time!