Pumpkins

It was pumpkin painting day at school so naturally, Em and Row were thrilled.

Em, despite being thrilled had little artistic talent but she never did let such a small thing deter her. To make up for it, she had imagination in spades, and so she put her whizzing and wheezing brain to use.

She thought hard and hard. And slowly let ideas flow from her mind into the world before her. Everything illuminating with just the barest glimmer, she had so many things she wanted to do.

Row, her ever partner in crime did not deter her. Instead, she helped where her best friend couldn’t. She mixed in colors Em didn’t think was possible and corrected the teensy tinsy mistakes Em did.

They worked hard for the hour and a half they had to work. Both girls giggling and covered in paint. But the most important of it all, they were happy and really really happy.

It was something that was theirs and they were proud of it.


Word Count: 169

Ooh boy, this was fun to write. Photo prompt by Susan on Sunday Photo Fictioner. Bit late in replying to this prompt, I know.

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Dreams

tltweek123

He stared at the puddle, watching with the corner of his eyes, his dreams disappearing into the horizon like the plane before him. He watched, somber and teary. As the metaphorical door closed, he took a step forward, water splashing all over.


Written as a response to Three Line Tales.

Nostalgia

He stared at the old rundown shack, memories from his childhood springing into his mind. He walked slowly, fingering each surface that’d marked his childhood. He’d learned here, so long ago and with so many others. To him, it was less a classroom and more a second home.

He slowly entered the small room, his eyes transforming the dusty room into a vibrant one filled with the smiles and laughs of his friends. A small version of himself was there enjoying and learning at the same time, laughing with everyone, learning things he’d never forget.

He looked around once more, every nook and corner reminding me of the good times, of the people he loved. Every space bringing another good memory within him. He turned back and got out, ducking his head.

He watched the house get demolished with a tear in his eye. The plans for the new building was ready and he knew it’d be much more efficient for the new generations. He walked away mourning the loss of his second home.

Word Count: 174

Written as a response to FFFAW challenge this week. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting it. For more stories with this prompt click here.