Weekend Writing Prompt #31 – Nostalgia

Sammi Cox

A word and photo prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  Use the prompts separately or together.  It’s up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Word Prompt


Photo Prompt


Prose Challenge – Write a story in 100 words where a character finds an old photograph.

Poetry Challenge – Write a poem up to 15 lines long that has a rhyming pattern of ABAB and is inspired by feelings of nostalgia.

Can’t wait to read what you have come up with!

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Sunday Photo Fiction – December 3rd 2017

Sunday Photo Fiction

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in 200 words or less. Careful editing will keep your words within the confines of the 200 word limit. The photo doesn’t have to be centre stage, there have been times when I have had to read the story a few times to spot where the prompt is hidden. Please include a mention and / or link to whoever donated the photo.

The challenge makes you look at replacing two words with one, and a little jiggery pokery. A few words over is sometimes necessary when there is no way of shrinking it without losing an integral part of the story. Using a program like Microsoft Word or Open Office have a word counter so you can see how…

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Willet At A Tidal Pool


This Willet (and a few others) was a bonus when walking on the shore last week. The pools had Willets and Sanderlings that were too busy to flee at first sight.

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The sun was low enough to be tricky on the water unless you had the right angle on the bird.

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I figured out the angle early on but the bird didn’t want me to be in front of him. The faster I walked to keep position…the faster he walked to keep even.

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Ultimately I gave up and let him do whatever. I missed some great shots, but I didn’t try to out run a Willet in the sand either.

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Cozy ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #116

Pix to Words

Out on the rocks
Ocean breaking at my feet
Along a shoreline
So battered over time
Even were the air at rest
It would seem storm buffeted

But there
The resort so close
I nearly feel the warmth
Of the golden window light
The frontage seems
To brace against the weather
Like I sometimes do in a storm
Arms outstretched
Head on into the rippling wind

I imagine
Cozied up inside
Families and couples
Perhaps with a fire
Some soft music
A glass of wine
A good book
And a splendid view
Of the sea-splashed rocks

My eye lingers there
For a moment
I turn to the surf
Watching well out into the ocean
Wary of rogue waves
Seeking to drag
The distracted photographer
Into the wilderness
On the edge of his frame

Once again
The wild is not alway remote
But sometimes
Just a hop, skip and…

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Sunday Writing Prompt #231 “Quotes by Alan Watts”

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Alan Watts

For this week we will be exploring the wisdom of Alan Watts! The quote above is just one of many examples that you may use. So by all means I invite you to do a google search to find your favorite. There are also a number of talks by Alan Watts on Youtube. He is a fabulous speaker and if you would rather watch a talk and write about that instead feel free.

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A short story from Goblin Tales by Jack Eason

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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In which Globular Van der Graff, (Glob), Makepeace Terranova (Make), Byzantine Du Lac (Byz), Eponymous Tringthicky (Mous), curmudgeonly old Neopol Stranglethigh (Neo), and Bejuss the lisping one eyed raven with the twisted beak, hide a fugitive.


Glob was having a wonderful dream. He was laying on a bed of freshly picked oak leaves beneath the ancient branches of the ancestor oak, being fed honeycomb by her magnificence, Hermione Fingletook, mother of all, lying beside him naked as the day is long, while she gently kissed his forehead and stroked his leathery old ears, making him squirm in ecstasy. His nose however was definitely not dreaming. It twitched violently. The next moment he woke barely able to breath, choking on the pungent fumes that filled the entire household.  Bejuss felt sick, so sick in fact that he fell from his customary perch in the rafters to the…

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