In the white land

A blank sheet of ice stretched far and wide. Today, some outsiders were hiding in its thickness.

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Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

Our hunters eagerly waited for any kind of movement. They had travelled far in the ice land. No walruses, no seals, no carcasses were on the menu for them. They had smelled food at this point and took a break.

In their polar thick white furs they were fighting … for their destiny… for their survival… for food. Desperation and hunger was leading their paths but food was not easily found or  served.

A motion was sensed at a distance. Eyes locked on the target… set to kill.

The battle won’t last long. Our hunters will be defeated by electric fencing even before they could reach their food.

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All I could think was of Polar Bears. On 15 May 2008, the United States department of Interior listed the polar bear as a threatened species under the Endangered Species Act. Due to climate change they are facing great difficulties such as starvation and malnutrition. They mostly hunt seals but even they are on the endangered list of animals.

I would also like to share this video.

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Douglas M. Macllroy.

A great thanks to both Rochelle and Douglas for today’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to all my readers as well for their time, contribution and comments.

 

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An early bird will miss…

 There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope. –

                                                    Bernard  Williams

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Sunrise when walking in the morning

Night is a peaceful time…to sleep (for many) and to work (for some). The problem is when you keep working the entire night to meet your deadlines you would probably still be awake at 4 o’ clock or preparing to sleep. Either ways you’ll be too tired to see the magical sunrise (I say so, because at such a time I only want to sleep – catch a cat nap and look sane, when I go to work later).

 

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sunrise when I was flying

“An early bird catches the worm,” they say, but does it matter? If one has to catch only a worm it can be done later as well. What I think, the bird will miss is – the rising sun, a direction to fly, an hour of its day, a rosy glow of a magical morning and flying individually in the sky.

As I stood to greet an early morning sun, I noticed something. At first one or two birds flew calling out loudly. Then as the sky wore more patterns of orange and red the number became a design – a slant line or a letter “V”. There sweet call for the day also diminished with their growing numbers. Finally when the sun was up there were more people on the streets and less birds in the sky…there was also more noise and less peace with the passing day.

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What I see

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Finish the story begins with: “The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art.”

But I didn’t care much.

Then one day my wife said, “Why don’t you remove this junk from our yard? Everyone 2015-04-13-bw-beachamridicules us! Yesterday Billy was bullied and came crying from school.”

I was sad but I was not going to abandon my creative child because a bunch of people disapproved it.

So, one day my wife stood in front of me… a packed bag in one hand and Billy’s hand in the other she asked, “Are you throwing that piece or not?”

“No. It will not go anywhere.” I answered in a stern voice. She slammed the door and went.

They did warn me: it’s a difficult piece to handle and keep. The earlier collector died protecting it when people started pelting stones at it.

Some say I’m insane, but they don’t see what I see… beauty.

 

 

Only A Fool

Rochelle shares a photo prompt every Friday. She encourages us to write a story in hundred words or less based on the photo. If you’d want to add your story just click at  FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know the details. You can then feed your story to the little blue frog icon there.

This week’s photo is shared by Roger Bultot.


I tied my sneakers, plugged the headphones, set the timer on and started jogging. After jogging for 20 minutes I could see some smoke. So I started following it.

I was standing on a street that looked very familiar. People, fire fighters, a fire truck…became visible to me. I started walking and finally saw the house that was on fire.

It was none other than my ex’s house. I asked one of the fire fighters if someone was injured. He said, “No injuries, we reached right on time.”

“How… did, fire ….?”

“The guy, kept an egg to boil… in a micro and forgot about it…completely… what kind of a person does that?”

“Only a fool,” I said in my mind but all he could see – was a big smile.

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Copyright – Roger Bultot

 

Floating in the sky

clouds colour“Look at these. Aren’t they beautiful.” I thought as I peeped out of the plane window. These puffy clouds were floating like carefree nomads in the sky. All I wanted to do was to jump on them…but, oops! I could have had a terrible fall. They also reminded me of cotton candies and I wanted to wrap them in a stick and have them…a warning – the taste could be highly imaginative.

Since I could not do all this I thought it would be best to take out my camera and started clicking.

For this week’s photo challenge: “Afloat” 

 

Train of Thoughts

Sometimes I can hear them…. Oh! I wish for it to stop…only for a while…but it doesn’t. I hitch the early morning train at the break of dawn. As the day goes by, the train only catches up speed.

It ignores my command as I shout …STOP! Stop! At nighttime, it slithers inside my mind cage while I’m still sleeping.

Only if I could abandon this – train of thoughts … is my thought. But I’m the mortal engine and the chain of thoughts will merrily run with me till my last breath.

After all, what is an engine without its wagon? What kind of a human will I be without a single thought attached to me?

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Copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

Rochelle shares a photo prompt every Friday. She encourages us to write a story in hundred words or less based on the photo. If you’d want to join the wagon click at  FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know more about it. You can feed your story to the little blue frog icon there.

This week’s photo is shared by Jennifer Pendergast. Thanks Jennifer.

The Humble Pizza

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Barbara Beacham

Copyright Barbara Beacham

Finish the story begins with:Pizza anyone?”

Everyone smiled as the waiter asked this question. Hank thought it was silly to take orders in such a manner. However, when the waiter stood near Hank and asked this question he answered in a yes.

The waiter showed him the way to a chair. A 6″ humble pizza with lots of cheese, olives, tomatoes and bacon was kept in front of him.

“This is our special pizza and is absolutely free,” said the waiter.

He sat to eat. The first bite was tasty…then, spicy and… then, hot. In five minutes time all his senses were surrendered to the hot sauce in the pizza.

In desperation he gestured for water.

“Sorry sir. No water. You’ve entered ‘The Wall of Pizza’. You can choose to run or finish.”

Hank stood up as his will power was paralyzed and thoughtfulness was clogged.

“Guys, we have another loser on the wall,” announced the waiter and everyone applauded.

 

 

Art on Display

Rochelle is the kind host of FRIDAY FICTIONEERS and every week she shares a photo with us. All we have to do is write a story in 100 words or less. Hundred words flow quite easily but less is always challenging for me. I admire all the other writers and enjoy their reads as everyone is likely to tell a different story.

This week’s photo is shared by Lauren Moscato. Thank you Lauren.

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Copyright © Lauren Moscato

Any day the door attracted more comments than guests.

Becky and Rose passed ‘The Crane House’ and started talking.

“Why did he build this?” asked Becky.

“He says it’s art on display.” added Rose.

“Art follows beauty. Forget beauty it doesn’t even have a purpose.” said Becky.

“His art has tainted our village. ‘Piece of art’ he calls it – that is, if it is art at all.” said Rose.

Their voices grew dimmer along with their figures.

Crane could spend an entire day listening to such chatters. Crane got up to answer the door bell. A boy handed him a sealed letter.

Crane’s eyes ran through the sea of words. With a smile he said, “So, the villagers have filled a case against me – for my artwork.”

 

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Blur

Sun running to catch a sleep before it arises the next day. I could not capture its speed or colour but only a blur orange dot in the sky.

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An unclear medium is bound to produce a blur image. Sky looked hazy as I capture it through a net.

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blur sky

It’s good to be focused, but sometimes when you are out of focus small things appear…

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red leaves

…to be beautiful…

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…and clear, bringing out the best and…

rust in focus

rust in focus

…the worst.

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