Short-shorts and the Photos That Inspired Them, Vol. 1

Annie69 By Annie69, 11th Feb 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Shorts and short-shorts are not just fashion statements. They are writing terms for short stories. Depending on the publication, this could mean fewer than 1,000, 500, or even 100 words. Writing a story of fewer than 100 words from a photo prompt is a great way to beat writer's block and can be both challenging and fun.
Here's a collection of four short-shorts and the photos that inspired them.


Mike found Jill at the water’s edge, again, staring across the lake. There was nothing except green water and blue sky, but that was enough for her. After a year in the Big Apple, she was tired of skyscrapers, crowded sidewalks, noisy traffic jams, and sudden blizzards that brought the city to its knees. She’d seen the world and she didn’t like it.

Jill smiled as Mike joined her and took her hand in his. She was home.

For Sale

Tony returned to the real estate office with two pictures for the For Sale ad.

His boss looked at the first picture. It was a decent shot of the pasture with two cows walking toward the photographer.

“What’s this?” he asked as he looked at the second picture. It appeared to be the same shot but at a weird angle.

“That’s what it looks like when you’re falling off a horse,” Tony said as he limped back to his office.

The Mailbox

The building was empty and the halls echoed as she wandered from floor to floor for the last time before the wrecking ball came. “I won’t cry,” she said out loud. “It is, after all, just a building.”

On the first floor she fingered the ornate mailbox outside #128. She’d ordered the new mailboxes the same day she’d bought the building all those years ago.

Smiling, she flipped open her cell phone and called maintenance.

“Yes, Mrs. Harris?”

“Please bring your toolbox to 128. I have one last job for you.”

The Witness

The car stopped behind the barn and the trunk popped open. A man got out, removed the female body, and walked toward the creek. He didn’t throw her in the water, but rather laid her down gently. Almost lovingly. On one knee, he ran his fingertips down her cheek.

Then looking at the sky, he took a deep breath, returned to his car, and drove away.

He never saw the eyes that watched his every move from inside the barn.


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History column appears weekly in local newspaper. Also news, human interest, and pictures. My fiction and poems have appeared in literary anthologies and I've written 3 novels

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author avatar M G Singh
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

Nice post

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author avatar Annie69
23rd Feb 2015 (#)

Thanks. It was a fun exercise. I'll be doing more.

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