Fooled

My fifth and final Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge post is inspired by the creepy chap on the left – this weeks photo prompt for FFfAW which, I’m sure, will inspire all sorts of scary Clown stories. Thank you Lynn for nominating me for the challenge – it’s been great fun.

And my final nomination to join the challenges goes to – YOU! Leave a comment to let me know you fancy the challenge. According to the rules, you are supposed to post a photo and a story (though the interpretation of story is broad: could be a poem, a short paragraph talking about the photo, fiction, non-fiction, whatever suits your blog…). You’ll also have to nominate another blogger to join the challenge in each post, but nomination doesn’t mean they have to join – it’s an invitation, really. So if you want to play, tell me.

Five Photos, Five Stories – Day 5: Fooled

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‘Have you heard, guys? We’re getting new uniforms. Effective immediately, apparently they’re on the way,’ Jerry says.

I see through it straight away, but Belle buys it. She looks at the photo of the clown. The horror that grips her is written all over her face. She looks down at the sleek uniform she’s wearing, all black but for the slate-grey apron. She takes off her hipster glasses and daps at her eyes with a napkin.

‘No, no, no. They can’t do this to me.’

‘Calm down, Belle. What’s the date today?’

Belle screams. Jerry and I howl with laughter.

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Runaway (part II)

It’s my penultimate day of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge. It requires you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge. Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command. But it’s a lot of fun.

Today, I’d like to nominate Lindsey from REVolving.

And if you have time, check out Samantha’s, Izzy’s and Jessica’s challenge entries.

Five Photos, Five Stories – Day 4: Runaway

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A girl lies on a bench on the promenade. She smiles in her sleep.

I know her. I’ve no idea who she is. I have to turn my back to the wind to take a good look. Sand is blowing over from the beach, blasting anyone stupid enough walking along the waterfront. I’ve been stupid for a while.

‘Have we met before?’

It’s nothing but a whisper, drowned out by the wind. She can’t have heard. She opens her eyes. She sits, pats the bench with a scaly hand.

My runaway mermaid. Maybe I’m not as stupid as everyone thinks.

 

Teething Problems

I’ve combined MFtS with the Five Stories, Five Photos Challenge.

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge. Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.

Today, I’m nominating Jessica from Eat Me. Thanks again to Lynn for nominating me.

Five Stories, Five Photos – Day 3: Teething Problems

Corniche in Sete
Corniche in Sete

‘Pizza anyone?’

Aaron looks pleased with himself. I wish Mum had taken the time to brief him before she dumped me with him.

‘I didn’t come to the French Med to eat pizza.’

That wipes the smile off his face.

‘Shouldn’t you be better at hiding your disappointment?’

He sits down.

‘I’ve never been good at improv. But I’m trying, Carys.’

‘Mum should have told me earlier. My mate Jen fancies you. It’s gross.’

Aaron rubs his face.

‘I don’t want you to play a role, okay? I deserve a real dad.’

‘Okay.’

‘I like fish.’

Cue movie star smile.

‘No problem.’

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Yellow Car

Yellow Car
Yellow Car

I know I have to run. Don’t know who, don’t know why, but someone’s coming to take me away. Take me somewhere bad. They unlock the door. Make soothing noises. Won’t fool me. I shoot past, dodge the guards. I’m up the stairs before anyone recovers. The high walls aren’t high enough to keep me in. The sun’s glaring. I have to shield my eyes.

A man in a yellow car barks at me.

‘Get in.’

He looks like a raptor.

‘Do you want to be caught? Get in.’

Don’t like him. I’ll run from him first opportunity I get.

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Lynn from Word Shamble nominated me for the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge – cheers Lynn! This is my second entry.

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge. Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.

Today, I nominate Izzy from Izzy-grabs-life.

World Domination Foiled

Lynn from Word Shamble has invited me to join in with Five Photos, Five Stories. How can I say no when I’m perpetually on the look-out for story prompts? Thank you, Lynn!

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph – it’s entirely up to you. Then each day, nominate another blogger to carry on this challenge. Accepting the challenge is entirely up to the person nominated, it is not a command.

Today, I nominate Samantha from fictionwriterwithablog.

Five Photos, Five Stories – Day 1: World Domination Foiled

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The Cat, pretending to be harmless

 

You’ve practised your evil laugh all night. You bestow it on the delivery man as he hands over the package. He doesn’t recoil in fear. But he’s probably seen all sorts.

You unpack the suits, place two on hangers, put on the third. You instantly look ten times more menacing. The delivery man would quiver, could he hear your evil laugh now.

Bianca hisses as you pick her up. Doesn’t produce the effect you hoped for. Your dark Saville Row suit, covered in cat hair.

So that’s why Blofield wore such ghastly white.

You drop Bianca before she claws you.