PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson
Route 66 – Tourist information
I’ve traveled across the stars and through time to find this bastard and the trail has led me here. To this little backwater planet inside that building right there.
The bounty alert was familiar. Anger led to drink led to hurting the ones he loved. Ha! Loved my ass. And now his ass was mine. The time patch glowed as I striped off the back, activating the one-way trip. Enjoy beating up on dinosaurs. I slipped inside. His eyes widened in shock as I slapped on the patch. He blinked out of existence. Good riddance.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks
Shepo cast his illusion over the entire convoy. Still, they moved too slow, traveling high over the land. Their evacuation went smoothly. Too smoothly. A light flashed above their heads.
“We’ve been seen!” The leader called.
“Do not leave the path. If we do the spell will fail,” Shepo shouted back. “Stay the path.”
“The other-worlders will expose us!”
“Dying would be worse,” Wensa whispered to her partner.
“Let’s buy them time.” Wings erupted from their backs. “Love you,” they called and burst from the illusion heading away from the line. They saved their people, drawing the enemy’s attention away.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“They’re going to notice.”
“They’re not going to notice.”
“They will.”
“No one ever looks up. If they do… nothing but fluffy white clouds.”
“That are moving.”
“All the clouds are moving, Carl.”
“We look rather dense. Rather solid. Come on they’re gonna notice.”
“This is a test right? Testing to see if the cloaking device on these new military space capable craft work… and they do. So quit ya moaning.”
“Well, what about that one over there. I mean even I can see … ah … Steve?”
“What?”
“That’s not a test craft. Not one of ours.”
“Shiiiit!”
BOOM
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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
She giggled as they skipped along the sand following the foorprints. “Where do you think they’re going?”
“For icecream – look the shack is over there.”
“The pier?”
“What’s that box?”
“Dressing room?”
She stopped suddenly skidding in the sand, pulling her little brother to a stop with her.
“Ouch, what?”
“Look.”
They stared. The two feet footprints had turned into one. A left foot. And a long squiggly line. “Did they start hopping?”
They crept closer to the closed box. “Now look.”
The second print vanished too.
A low rumbling growl came from the box.”
They screamed and ran. “MOM!”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
“Drink?” she chuckled softly.
“Ah, I’m not really very thirsty,” little Betty said.
“Nonsense child. You must be parched. Drink drink. Hehehehe.”
“Why do you keep cackling?”
“Me? Oh I’m just a very friendly old lady.”
“You have rather big, crooked teeth.”
“Do I dear?”
“And that’s a giant wart.”
“How very rude of you to comment.”
“Why the super big pot over that fire?”
“Indeed it is. Hehehehehe. Won’t you drink?”
“Yeah nah, not happening you old witch!” Betty slammed the frying pan over the old woman’s head and darted through the door.
“Oh, I hate when they run.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart
“Hehehe. Boxes, go.”
Pretel moaned. “Boxes? No.”
“Yes yes.”
Pretel grumbled but did as ordered.
The two green-skinned goblins hobbled quickly to the cardboard boxes and clambered inside.
“Hehehe great joke.”
“We get caught,” Pretel whispered. His brother grinned, crooked and broken but very sharp teeth glinted in the light before the flaps closed.
“No, not caught. Fun.” He poked his brother.
Pretel sighed and settled in to wait. A snap, hiss, tear and several pats against the cardboard woke them both. The box jostled side to side. Pretel pushed up on the lip flaps. They didn’t move. “Oh oh.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“Oh, that dead end sign is a bit ominous.”
“Right, what about danger training area – don’t enter?”
“Ha! I need that for my class.”
“Hilarious.”
“The speed limit ones too.”
“Gee, I can’t tell if you are anxious to get back or don’t want to go back at all.”
“Some days, it could go either way.”
“What about that one?”
“Which one.”
“Oh, I thought I saw… funny… I saw one but I can’t see it now.”
“What did it say?”
“Turning point. Last chance. Portal ahead.”
“Ooooo spooky.”
“Ah. Yeah.”
“You want to turn around?”
“… Let’s keep going.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
Hibernation on our world was about disguising ourselves rather than finding a cave or underground dwelling. Our forms crystalize… unbreakable crystalized forms.
We didn’t realize it made us attractive to other life forms. A decoration.
We only discovered we had been found and placed into dwellings when we woke from our centuries long sleep.
We woke up hungry.
Now we hunt on this new planet that has become our home.
Initially there were more of them than us. Now, we are the dominate force. Our hibernation will come upon us soon. We must cleanse this world before then.
We hunt.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
The rolling pin had heft to it. But the knives, sharp… Would certainly make my point.
Ha.
I glance at the empty wine glass… Perhaps I’ve imbibed too much.
The clock on the wall ticks on, bringing me closer to the end of time. My time. Or his. It was yet to be decided.
The ringing of the doorbell sends breath gusting from my lungs.
“You waited.”
“It’s time we finished this.”
“Or…”
“…What?”
“Come with me. My planet is rich in resources, in flora and fauna. Not like this dying rock you live upon.”
Unexpected outcome.
“I’ll consider it.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks
Damn, not open.
Ugh, so how do I defeat these cravings? My stomach rumbles loud enough to wake the dead…
… I wish.
Wouldn’t matter if it was open.
I couldn’t eat it.
I can’t eat anything.
Not anymore.
“The dead don’t eat,” I grumble.
“Who said?”
What? I glance over to see a filmy floaty blob. I look back to the glass of the chook shop. Two filmy floaty blobs. “What?”
“Who said the dead don’t eat. Come on.”
I follow them through the glass and pounce on crispy skin. It dissolves. “Huh, guess it’s eating of a sort.”
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