Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #60

framing the shot

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #60– Framing the Shot

© Deb Whittam 2019

50 Word Thursday #33 – The Results

Thanks to everyone who participated this week, I really enjoyed reading the stories and I will admit I was surprised at how many variations the photo and words received.

Click on the link to see the post and please feel free to submit a story if inspiration strikes.

50 Word Thursday #33

The Rules:

  • Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
  • The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
  • Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.

I thought we would have something a bit obscure for this week, so have fun, I’m looking forward to the results.

Here’s the picture:


And the words:

“David knocked on the door that the wizard had returned to its original dilapidated but one piece style,” – Shadow Pack – Marc Daniel

Please take a moment to read the submissions for this week, you won’t regret it:

Sadie at Keeping it Alive

Msjadeli from Tao Talk’s Dissipating Darkness

Mathew from Blog of the wolf Boy’s The Wizard’s Elixer

Kristian from Tales from the mind of Kristian’s Off To See The Wizard

And remember Kristian will be posting 50 Word Thursday #34 tomorrow.  Check out his blog here.

© Deb Whittam 2019

50 Word Thursday #33

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest – free verse

Yes, it is true and I am so proud I just had to gloat. I have won the terrible poetry contest with my amazing free verse. Celebrate with me and go have a look, perhaps it could be your turn next week.

free verse

latitude and longitude, dormant darkness

of desserts concaved with sand.  frosted

waves pounding cliff faces rugged

as gulls mournfully cry their solemn

lament.  giants rustle leaves in hollow

reproach, as winter exhales.  in a basement

a cheerless rodent sneezes, a whirlwind of

dust.  below grim encrusted tunnels feet

scamper, fleeing the angry beast, who bellows

its angst in short blasts three.  The umpire shouts TIME.

© Deb Whittam 2019

The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #32