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The Calling #Writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“Who’s there?”

William Smith opened the door a crack, letting the howling wind sweep through the small room carrying a drift of snow with it.

Only the storm answered with its continued roar, sometimes louder, sometimes softer.

William slammed the door shut. Snow settled around the room.

William started at the door a moment, shaking his head

There had been a knock and a voice calling his name. He heard it. It was real. He knew it wasn’t his imagination. Continue reading

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Copper #writephoto

copper

Photo by Sue Vincent

The doorframe splintered around me as soon as I walked outside. Bullet holes appeared on the siding of the house in front of me and behind me while I walked to the drive. I just wasn’t in the mood. I turned and gave the finger to the sniper on the Karlsberg’s roof.

“I saw that, young man.”

I turned and waved. “Hi, Mr. Smith. What did you see?”

“Don’t play with me, I saw you flip the bird. I’m not sure who you were giving that one finger salute to, but your parents will hear about it.”

I put on my best “I’m totally confused” face and turned around.

“There’s nobody around, so why would I flip anyone off?  Oh, I get it. I did a fist pump because of how beautiful the day is and how great it is to be out in it. Did you think I stuck my middle finger up when I did that? I’m sorry.”

Mr. Smith stared at me for a minute and then started to rake his leaves again. I could hear him grumbling to himself as I walked by. Continue reading

Harbinger #writephoto

Harbinger

Photo by Sue Vincent

“From that we understand that every single particle in the entire Universe is in multiple states simultaneously,” Dr. Lavling said.

Meg was more than half bored. Why did she decided to sit in on this lecture?

“So you are saying that the entire Universe is like one giant ‘Schrödinger’s cat’ experiment?” a man up front asked. There was a small chuckle in the auditorium.

Dr. Lavling smiled.

“In ways. Remember that Schrödinger created his experiment to show that the consequences of quantum theory when applied to the macro world seemed ridiculous. But there are two different ways of looking at it. The first is that it is only the human mind that tells us that things need to be one way or the other. Why can’t the Universe be in some undefined, at least to us, state? But then, what about other Universes? When an observation is made, it collapses the probability wave and we observe what we call ‘reality’. But those other possibilities? Perhaps they continue to exist in a different ’Universe’. So at all points and at all time there is a possibility that the Universe is forking off to other Universes. The vast, vast majority of these Universes would instantly collapse back, but what if they didn’t?” Continue reading

Murmur #writephoto

murmuration

Photo by Sue Vincent

The people murmured as a new star appeared in the daylight sky. It grew brighter and larger. And grew. And grew.

Not a star, but a gargantuan ship from a people far away.

An alien invasion!

The monstrous craft descended, slowly growing larger, filling the sky. Lightning bolts of energy crackled from the underside, destroying all below. The sky glowed red and orange as the cities turned to a burning plasma! Continue reading

Reaching #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

“Sometime I think that words are an impediment to communication.”

Clare laughed at Mark’s statement.

“Perhaps, but what do you want to do instead, play charades?”

Mark did not smile.

“If it would help you understand what I’m trying to tell you, yes.”

Clare smiled to herself, shaking her head. They had reached an impasse. Mark could be so black and white about everything that it took her by surprise that his thoughts were more subtle on the subject.

Clare paused.

Perhaps he wasn’t being subtle. Maybe he did see it in pure Black and white. Perhaps here was something simple there that neither of them saw.

She got out a piece of paper and drew a diagram. She took her time, being very careful, trying to get everything just right. Some of it was bringing what were really abstract ideas down to a concrete level, but other parts were the interface between the abstract concept and the concrete world. There were some words on the diagram, but as few as possible.

Clare turned the diagram towards Mark. She pointed to that part were the abstract and concrete met, the part where he was adamant that she didn’t understand.

“I think this is where the disagreement lies,” she said. She smiled. “And, as you suggest, no words.” They are too abstract, she thought, but didn’t say.

Mark picked up the paper and studied it. To Clare watching Mark’s face it was as if the clouds had parted letting a beam of light in. In a minute he was smiling and nodding, waving the page in one hand while pointing to it with the other.

“This,” he said. “Yes, exactly this.”

“So we’re all set, then?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Clare said. “It is always wonderful, reaching an agreement where we had seen only a brick wall.”

Mark stood. Clare got up as well and reached over her desk.

Mark shook her hand.

“We’ll get started on this immediately.”

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Written for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto challenge.  This weeks challenge, “reaching”, is here.

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I didn’t have anything for this except for the first line, but made a stab at it…  Better than my original first line that I abandoned – “Beam me up Scotty. No intelligent life found.” ;)

Poised #writephoto

poised

Photo by Sue Vincent

What was that, an elf, a dwarf, a gnome?  A half-guessed figure half-seen through a tunnel of rock. An endless stairway that could be descending from Rivendell, Lothlórien or perhaps escaping from the lands of Mordor to green Ithilien beyond. Where will this creature lead me?  Where will I go today?  I hurry, for he is fleet.

Or is it “she”?

I take up my pen and paper, poised to venture out into a new world of imagination, smile, and start the flow of words to take me to those stairs, to see that figure to know the adventure beyond.

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A little different today – a story about creating a story :)

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Written for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto challenge.  This weeks challenge, “poised”, is here.

Mirror #writephoto

mirror-pool

Photo by Sue Vincent

“Which is the real world, the one in front of me or the one reflected in the mirror of the pool?”

Dan laughed at his bit of silliness.

It had all been getting to him, work, family, everything.  Reality.  His reality.  He needed some time alone, far from his work and family, far from his reality.  Time to be alone with himself.  What is more important than self?  It wasn’t a hard decision: he took a long weekend to unwind in the woods. It would be perfect.

But it wasn’t going as well as planned.  Despite being away from it all, so far all he had done is worry, worry and more worry. The real world just wouldn’t leave him in peace.  He would see a flower and think of bills unpaid, work not finished, arguments unresolved. Continue reading

Journey #writephoto

journey-sue-vincent

Photo by Sue Vincent

I don’t remember ever being so hungry.  Starved.  What an awful journey!  I cursed our captain and king, and went over the ridge.

Just think, we had been staying in a land where the fruit was unlimited.  There was nothing to do but sit back, eat, sleep and enjoy ourselves.  After all of those years of war, what more could a man ask for?  But no, we had to move on, continue our journey.

The idiot.

I stopped and pointed.  The weeds had been close cropped, so I assumed there was something edible around, but my suspicions were proved correct when I spotted the sheep.

Oh, delicious mutton!  Lamb steaks!  Lamb chops!

Actually, any meat would do, but this was glorious. Continue reading

Within #writephoto

echo-within

Photo by Sue Vincent

I wake and open my eyes.

It is dark, but that is to be expected.

There is nobody around.

That isn’t expected.

No children.  No progeny.  No kin.  Nobody.

It doesn’t feel right.  Something is wrong.

I walk to the entrance and look out across the barren landscape.

I can still see the villages and the fields full of crops, but I know they are gone.  The thin soil could not bare the weight of the plows for too long.  This was no longer Home and people had to purposefully travel to see me.

I sniff the air.

Although what I see seems unchanged for time out of mind, I know everything has changed.  The world is different.  The times are different. Continue reading

Destination #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

It is all kind of foggy.  I need to think.

I see a flash, like a snapshot, of the highway. A truck in front of me.  It all looks wrong.  It is just a flash, like a nanosecond frozen in time.

That’s it.  No before nor an after, no origin nor destination.  I was traveling, that is all.  That instant is my everything, lost in this fog.

It doesn’t make sense.

But there is a light.  There.  Just in front of me.

The fog of my mind lifts slightly revealing little, but the fog around me lifts more.

How odd.

I am on a tree-lined country road, the branches reaching over me forming a tunnel. Continue reading