Sphere

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Sphere

Sphere –

It was a hot summer’s day, I think sometime in June.  And I walking along and alone to where no one had been to before.

As I was in progress on my expedition, there in front of me it stood.  What a great wonder it was – I was paralyzed in my tracks.

Was it real or an image from my imagination?  The size of it alone was astonishing.

I stood there in amazement and then the pulling began.  What was taking place?

Was this to be the end of me?  And why me?

The pulling was harsh and I had no control and therefore the wonder it was; was now a threat.

The nearer it pulled me in the less tired I felt and some type of comfort took over.

What was this that was taking place?

The sphere kept the pulling, soon followed by the relief.

Gator Gary

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Gator GaryGator Gary –

It was on the bucket list #8, just behind #7 Mud Wresting a Baboon.

So, #8, is to ride a gator.

As time approached to attempt the completion of bucket list #8, the anxiety increased.

But who was more anxious?

Gary was ready and mentally prepared for the task; bucket list #8.

The Gator not so much.

As the mounting of the Gator took place, there was a frozen stance.

The Gator in its frozen stance did not respond to Gary’s commands.

So, would bucket list #8 be checked off as completed?

Downward Palms

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Downward Palms

Downward Palms –

Palms will grow with light

Palms will grow with water

Palms will grow to great height

Palms will grow toward that which provides

Palms grow upward

Palms grow sideward

Palms growing downward

Palms growing downward, maybe deceiving

Palms growing sideward, maybe believing

Palms growing upward, always relieving

What the hell?

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

What the Hell

What the hell? –

As the yoga session progressed, so did the poses.

Who knew this extension would be of such great benefit?

The widening of the extremities along with the pulling back of the neck were difficult.

But the result of this pose would increase the range of motion and strengthen the core.

It was feeling great until that thing blew in.

You know, that thing that blew in my mouth.

What the hell is in my mouth?

Fish Without Feet

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Fish Without Feet

Fish Without Feet –

So, I was minding my own business, you know swimming around looking for food.  Then it happened!

Really, who knew?

I was picked up and taken away far from the water.

The wind blew and the waters swelled and there I went up and over the rocks.

Really, who knew?

All I need now is to be put back into the water so I can continue looking for food.

I am a fish without feet and therefore unable to walk back.

I would greatly appreciate your help today.

Umbrellas

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Umbrellas

Umbrellas –

As the sun begin to set for the day, the overwhelming feeling of comfort took over.

The daylight hours were coming to an end and soon the nightfall would be upon them.

Their time was limited and they would not be needed again until the next opening.

It was the beginning to the closure.

But the surrounding activities would continue for what seemed like eternity.

They would stand tall, yet unopened and wait again as they always do to be needed.

Excuse me

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Excuse Me

Excuse me –

‘Excuse me, I was wondering which way to the restroom?’

There was no response to his request and once again he asked ‘Excuse me, restroom?’

Again, no response and no more questions were asked.

The day had been a long one and yes, the water was sparse, but still nature called.

But he was in nature, so if nature called, he could do what most animals do in nature, right?

boat slip

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

boat slip

boat slip –

He informed her: ‘I told you this would be a lost cause!’

She responded: ‘Well, what can I say; this is the address they gave me.’

They both were distraught and tiredness was wearing them down.

The address was correct, it was the correct marina, but what was the boat slip number?  There should have been more information given to them at the time, but nobody offered the information they needed.  The slip number was needed and no one knew it.  As they walked amongst the boats, they knew their efforts would be futile.

He again informed her: ‘We need the boat slip.  I told you this would be a lost cause!’

She responded: ‘Yes dear, I know that.  Now let’s go!’

all is not lost

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

all is not lost

all is not lost –

The gentle crashing of the waves against the rocks brought a feeling of comfort.  The days were long and the nights even longer, but when the sun was full, the waves would again brush the landscape that was now his home.

The time alone brought solitude and the knowing of the unknown future brought a sense on insanity.

Who would know he is here?

Would efforts be made to save him from his paradise?

It wasn’t that far, for the distance exposed the civilization.

But still no one knew he was there.

But the waves that filled his days, were there once again as a gentle reminder that all is not lost.

Dank

My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Dank

Dank –

Once again alone, Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach.  Would they come this time?  He had forgotten when the last he saw them.  And how did he get left behind?

It seems like yesterday, but no it was already a couple of seasons ago, they were all here on their trek to the south, to the warmer climate.  Dank as usual would not stay with the group, but instead go exploring the surroundings.  He had been there before, but still the exploring brought new exciting adventures.  It only took 1 exciting adventure and they left and he was left behind alone.

Now it was time.  Would they come back this way?  Dank the duck sat quietly waiting for their approach.  Would they come this time?