Microfiction Monday #53 & #7

It's Microfiction Monday again. Here's the picture:


And here's my attempt:

"Which will dry first, your cement or my tears?" She asked.

The man had no answer to give.

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And here's the seventh, the picture:


My response:

For hours and hours it had always been over the next hill. Until now.

They had arrived.



P.S. This is this blog's two-hundredth post.

Kill Tintagel

In a play called The Death Of Tintagel it is not surprising that there are people who want to bring about his end. Unfortunately for Tintagel there are more people against him than there are on his side. His grandmother, the Queen, and her handmaidens are out to get him, but probably more sinister than that is the fact that his sister Bellangère and friend of the family Aglovale are fairly indifferent to his fate.


"You can tell what happens just by hearing the title."
Aglovale

In the light of the apparent popularity of a recent spot the difference contest that wasn't (sorry about that) and because Aglovale is far more interested in his crossword, than he is in Tintagel's ultimate fate. I thought that a genuine puzzle might go down quite well and possibly make up for misleading you. Apparently the first ten people to finish this win a prize that has been described as ginormous:

Microfiction Monday #52 & #6

Microfiction Monday is one year old. Here's the photo:


And here's my response:

She was the only passenger on the train. This was not a going to be a train robbery that would go down in history as great.

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And here's the sixth, here's the photo:


And here's mine:

The rainbow twanged.

The rainquiver lay empty.

As the rainarrow shot off into space beginning an infinite journey to brighten up the universe.

I'm 29

Today.

Save Tintagel

No, not a campaign to protect Tintagel itself from overzealous property developers, but instead a team made up of those who wish to prevent the death of Tintagel in a play called The Death Of Tintagel. It's safe to assume that Tintagel himself is in favour of his own survival, but he is unfortunately blissfully unaware of his plight. His sole champion, is his sister Ygraine.


I don't fancy their chances...

Microfiction Monday #51 & #5

Microfiction Monday is back again. Here's the picture:


And here's my response:

The clatter of hoofs on roofs disappeared as the clouds swirled about them. Anji was alarmed at how easily she was getting used to this.

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And here's the fifth one, here's the photo:


Here's mine:

The fire broke out.

Tearing through the house leaving no stone unburned. Until it was free.

Now, it's out there.

A Dog's Life

Another photo I submitted for Saltpeter Production's Be Inspired to help publicise its production of The Death Of Tintagel. The quote, above left, seemed more than a little appropriate to accompany the photograph below. I took this photo in North London. It stank.