writephoto :: portal

 

Photo credit – Sue Vicent

2, 4, 6 , 8 beep  – 7, 4, 5, 6 beep – 3, 4, 9, 7 beep. Ella has tried all the possible combinations, how could she forget it? She doesn’t have much time, the walls are closing on her.  5, 6, 7, 8 beep. Her breath is shallow, her strength is fading away. Help me, help me!

Wake up darling, it’s only a nightmare!

** Another short story, 52 words, for Sue’s writephoto.

 

 

 

writephoto :: magic

I love short stories, around 50 words, we can say so much about it and the best is that the reader mind can fly with all the possibilities left hidden between the lines. So here is my 52 words story for Sue’s challenge: MAGIC

 

Photo credit – Sue Vicent

 

From her bedroom window, Ella sees nature dressed in white like a bride waiting for the groom. The bare branches are dancing the wedding waltz. The sky is deep blue, yes, something blue for good luck. Turning to the mirror, Ella sees the scars on her skin. Good luck to who?

 

writephoto – eye

 

Photo credit – Sue Vicent

If I was walking in the forest

and found a magical portal

For sure I’d love to go back to the past

Not so sure if  I’d like to know the future

But the past, yes, of course!

Not only to look at it but to change it

But how to change it

if at that time

I did what I thought to be right

And I didn’t know better

Would I be the same today

If the past wasn’t the same

Maybe it’s best

to leave the past there

Bye bye magical portal

I don’t need you

Joining Sue’s writephoto challenge

And you? If you come across a magical portal, would you go in?

 

 

 

 

 

 

writephoto – Ebb

Photo credit – Sue Vicent

We are almost reaching the beach. It wasn’t an easy day, I hate when Hugh talks to me like that. The children should be OK at the cottage with the nanny, better there than here with this weather and his mood changing all the time.

I should have listened to the old folks in the village “nobody go that way this time of the year, it isn’t safe”, but of course Hugh needs to proof that he is right and nothing can change his mind.  He came here to find an answer and he won’t stop until he gets it. I can’t understand why he is following the advice of that old witch, he is a business man, practical and never believed in magic. I shouldn’t have agreed with this nonsense, not without knowing what he is looking for, what the witch told him.

We should be close, I can hear the waves and Hugh is getting nervous, more than the usual.

What is he taking out of his backpack? No! It can’t be! How didn’t I see it coming! No Hugh! Please, no!

I’m alone now and my body is ebbing away.

 

Sharing with Sue’s Thursday photo prompt. The name of the character Hugh is for my friend Hugh from Hugh’s Views & News, he writes great horror/mystery stories and just posted one today ‘When the clocks go back”.  I think he will like that I have named the guy after him. 🙂