PHOTO PROMPT © Jill Wisoff
Lon tripped, flew through the air, and skid to a halt, asphalt tore into palms, elbows, and knees.
Pushing himself painfully to his feet, he raised his eyes to the massive structure dominating the night sky. The Tower. Too late he realized as the Tower began to glow.
Once charged, his world would be gone. Blasted to dust. So many lives lost. Just like that, and there was nothing to do. Too late to save his world. Not too late to make them pay.
Blood streaked his arms, tears his cheeks as he ran to the Tower.
They will pay.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg
“Road’s closed,” George huffed, slipping his pack off and tossing it. He settled beside it and pulled a canteen free. “Guess we’re heading back.”
“We can’t. Look at all that nature.” Riley gestured out beyond the horizon, his voice panicked. “No way can we turn back now.”
George pulled hard from the canteen and nodded. “You may be right.”
Riley grinned. “I knew you’d…”
“Hold on,” George interrupted. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to take pictures or whatever. Then I’m heading back.”
Riley stomped off. There was no sense in arguing.
Walking back, George considered driving back to get his sign.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Brittle brown winter grass crunched beneath the Captain’s booted feet as he stepped from the cruiser and cast a skeptical eye over the scene.
“Sir,” a young man called from down the incline .
The captain cut in. “Why detective, am I in the middle of nowhere?”
“It’s Sarah. She’s gone.”
“Oh come on. She does this sort of thing.”
“Not like this. She would never leave her camera,” he replied exasperated. “And besides that, the photos.”
“Photos?” the captain questioned. “Was she Squatching again?”
The detective slowly shook his head. “Yeah, and she may have had some luck this time.”
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PHOTO PROMP T © Victor and Sarah Potter
“What a nice web you have,” the fly said to the spider.
“Well thank you,” replied spider, innocently. “Won’t you come over and rest a bit.”
The fly thought a bit. The web was nice, gleaming in the light, and her wings were getting tired. Though her mother had warned her against spiders, this one seemed so nice.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I should be flying on home.”
“But it’s such a long flight. A rest would do you good, besides I could use the company. It gets so lonely up here. Please.”
“Okay, but I can’t stay long.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“But, I wanna go out and play,” Shane wined. He drug a plaid sleeve across his runny nose, looking up hopefully.
Sheyla looked down on her little brother with pity in her eyes. “Not gonna happen little bro. Mom would kill me if I let you go out there in the freezing.”
“Mom’s not here though. She left.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“Why would anyone live anywhere else?” Fred smiled, yellow teeth showing through a graying beard.
“Not rightfully sure bout that ma’self.” Sissy smiled back her own yellow toothed smile, lifting a stringer of silver blue fish. “Purty good catch today.”
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Koth stood stiff backed just out of the shade of the command pavilion, performing the most important task there was on a battlefield. The duty of protecting those who controlled the battle strategy was his. But he was distracted. His dark eyes scanned the battlefield that stretched to the horizon before him. It had been three weeks since he had fought a worthy opponent, that fool smiling hulk, and the fact that it had gone unfinished chewed at his soul.
He scanned the field, hoping to see him again. He did not.
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