These are two tweet-length stories for Microfiction Monday, hosted on Stony River. The challenge is to write a 140-character long (or shorter) tale based on the photograph or illustration provided every week. Here goes:
“What?” said Batman. “It’s the desert. Nobody wears body suits in the desert. Do you have any idea how hot that thing is? Ask Robin.”
Hello, ladies. Look at your man, now back to me. What’s in my hand? A stick. Now look up. I’m in a poncho. (Who cares about riding a horse?)
These are three 140-character stories for Microfiction Monday, hosted on Stony River. The challenge is to write a tweet-length (or shorter) tale based on the photograph or illustration provided every week. Week 56’s picture inspired three stories, and somehow, they all ended up involving fairy tales, perhaps because the image of a lone traveler and a path in the woods is such a familiar element in fantasy and myth that my mind recognized it immediately and refused to let go of the idea. It would be interesting to know what the photo will evoke in other microfiction writers. Anyway, here goes:
They warned the prince against wolves, but nobody cautioned him against the faerie-child’s spell.
The princess kept waiting; he never came.
For stealing Cinderella’s slippers, Lea was doomed to wander for eternity, growing old and returning to youth, over and over and over again.
Daddy read her stories of ladies trapped by witches in the forest. Maybe that’s where Mommy went. She might need help.
This is a story for Microfiction Monday, hosted on Stony River. The challenge is to write a 140 character tale based on the photograph or illustration provided every week. This one’s my first try. You can join, too!
A bread/water diet, witch’s orders. Stupid Princess Pageant. Una realized the jousting outfit under her gown made her look fat. No one knew.