Toiling the soil

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Connie Gayer for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

I’ll be out on a vacation for a week and will have no access to the net so I would like to apologize for the delay in replying to your comments. Thanks to all the readers for reading and commenting. See you’ll next week. 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

“Grandda! Grandda! Look, green leaf!” I clapped my hands and said. He tilled the soil, watered and nurtured the plants.

I remember sprinkling some beans, thinking of getting a beanstalk of my own like Jack. But none showed up.

It’s raining. Best time for the plants. I see them smile or I feel so.

The peas, tomatoes, bell peppers, eggplants and other colourful flowers are all dancing with joy in my small garden. Toiling the soil is hard but he taught me well.

I still remember him say, “work hard on the soil, nurture the plants and enjoy its fruits.”

 

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Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge

I would like to thank Kristian for nominating me for this challenge.  He loves sharing poems and short stories along with his travel photos on his blog. You can find more to read at https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/

Sharing my day 3 quote:

Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. – George Bernard Shaw

Three Days, Three Quotes
THE RULES:
•Thank the person who nominated you
•Post one quote per day over three days.
•Nominate 3 blogs per day to take part in the challenge.

However, if you are reading this and love writing or collecting quotes please consider yourself nominated for this challenge and share your quotes.

Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge

I would like to thank Kristian for nominating me for this challenge.  He loves sharing poems and short stories along with his travel photos on his blog. You can find more to read at https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/

Sharing my day 2 quote:

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. – Rainer Maria Rilke

A perfect quote that I’d like to dedicate to the love of writing and reading, because there are writers who write and readers who read.

Three Days, Three Quotes
THE RULES:
•Thank the person who nominated you
•Post one quote per day over three days.
•Nominate 3 blogs per day to take part in the challenge.

However, if you are reading this and love writing or collecting quotes please consider yourself nominated for this challenge and share your quotes.

Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge

I would like to thank Kristian for nominating me for this challenge.  He loves sharing poems and short stories along with his travel photos on his blog. You can find more to read at https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/

Sharing my day 1 quote:

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts. – Marcus Aurelius

I absolutely love collecting quotes. I have a journal in which I have written plenty of them. I keep on adding more and more whenever I find something inspirational or funny.

Three Days, Three Quotes
THE RULES:
•Thank the person who nominated you
•Post one quote per day over three days.
•Nominate 3 blogs per day to take part in the challenge.

However, if you are reading this and love writing or collecting quotes please consider yourself nominated for this challenge and share your quotes.

 

Magical Boots

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Courtney Wright for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright.

The girl prodded her path with a wooden stick in hand.

Today, she was in luck. She found a shiny pair of boots. It hardly mattered, if they were of her size or for boys.

She picked her find and analysed them. The shiny duct tape made her think of them as some magical boots.

With a joyous chuckle, she threw her stick in the air and slid herself in the pair.

As she walked her feet could barely keep up with the shoes. They made a wish! woosh! sound. Together they disappeared in the pathway of tall grasses.

 

Performing a stunt

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Jill Wisoff for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff

It was the beginning of a new ending.

Industrial revolution — they had named it, then.

Today we are suffering… struggling for clean air.  Fresh clean air is a luxury only rich can afford, middle class can manage and the poor die.

My daughter hasn’t seen the outside world, yet. She is 3 and suffers from breathing problem.

Today is not my lucky day. The oxygen mask is selling in black — that calls for some action. I’ll be performing a stunt… without safety masks.

My lungs would be exposed to the thick toxic air but I will survive. I’m a stunt man.