#writephoto — The Young Earth

img_1351Jason’s kids spotted the two large boulders, ran over to them, and started climbing on them. “Be careful, kids,” he yelled after them.

When Jason caught up with them, they asked him how the boulders got to be in this lush, green, semi-tropical forest surrounded by brush and trees. They seemed to be strangely out of place.

As an amateur geology buff, he was happy to explain. “Geologists believe,” he said, “that the boulders were deposited around here back when the planet was going through the ice age. That was about two and a half million years ago. Huge boulders like these were pushed south ahead of the massive, migrating glaciers.”

“That can’t be right, Daddy,” said Michael.

“Yeah, Daddy,” chimed in Susan. “Mommy’s boyfriend told us that planet Earth is only six or seven thousand years old.”

“Right,” added Michael. “That’s what Peter told us. He says that the Bible says so.”

“I see,” said Jason, irritated that his ex-wife was allowing her new boyfriend to fill his kids’ heads with this young earth bullshit. “Well,” Jason said, “some people believe in what is called the ‘young earth theory.’ But there is no science behind that theory.” The Earth was actually formed more than four billion years ago.”

“Peter said that the scientists are mistaken,” Michael said. “He said that, according to the Bible, God created the Earth, which is the center of the universe, just six or seven thousand years ago.”

“And he said that because the Bible is the word of God, it must be true and the scientists are wrong,” Susan added.

“Okay, kids,” Jason said, “we can talk more about this later. Go ahead and play for a few more minutes and then we’ll have to start heading back before your mother starts wondering if we got lost on our hike.”

When the kids were out of earshot, Jason pulled out his cellphone and called his ex-wife. When she answered, he simply said, “Jane, we have to have a serious conversation.”


Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

#writephoto — Big Splash

img_1277The four friends were hanging out by a small pond at their favorite, relatively isolated section of the park. “I’m bored,” announced Eddie. “What should we do to for some excitement?”

“I have an idea,” Tim said. “Let’s see which one of us can create the biggest splash.”

“I’m not jumping into that pond,” said Arnie. “No way.”

Tim laughed. “I don’t mean by us jumping in,” he explained. “I mean by throwing something into the water. Like a large rock or something.”

“I like that idea,” said Carl. “I’m going to go look for something heavy to toss into it because I’m going to win.”

Each of the boys ran off in different directions after agreeing to meet back at the pond in 15 minutes. Once they were all assembled back at the pond, each took a turn at throwing something into the water to generate the biggest splash.

Tim tossed in a large, gray cinder block, which produced a moderately sized splash before sinking out of site.

Eddie tossed an old tire into the water, but rather that generated a splash, it just plopped over, filled with water, and started to sink. “Well, that was a bust,” he said, laughing.

Struggling with a large, heavy rock, Arnie stepped up to the pond and gave the rock an alley oop toss into the pond. It generated a large splash. “I think we have a winner!” he exclaimed.

“Wait!” shouted Carl. “It’s my turn.” He ran behind a tree and rolled out a large, metal barrel and placed it by the edge of the pond. Then he used a crowbar to pry off the top of the barrel and a transparent, yellowish liquid poured out of the barrel and into the water, causing an enormous splash. Carl proudly announced that his splash was the largest and that he won.

“Ew, gross,” said Tim, covering his nose. “What’s that awful smell?”

The three boys, all holding their noses, looked over at Carl. “What was in that barrel?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know,” said Carl. “I found it behind the factory and rolled it over here. The four boys went to the barrel and that’s when they noticed the markings on it.F4993A80-9F71-4192-BF20-EC298101277C“Damn, Carl,” said Eddie. “What the hell did you do?”

“I didn’t see it, dude,” Carl answered, “but I’m getting the hell outta here!”


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Writing Prompt.

#writephoto — The Maze

img_1245“We’re in the midst of some sort of nightmare,” Harvey said. “It’s like we’re lost in a dark, spooky maze.”

“I think we may have entered a parallel universe,” James commented. “I have to admit that I’m a bit scared.”

“We are in a parallel world,” Harvey said. “We just have to keep going in order to find the right corridor. Then we can pick up some tokens to buy some weapons in case we run into any strange beings.”

“Yeah, I know how it works,” James said. “But which way should we go? And should we stick together or separate?”

“How the hell do I know?” Harvey responded. “This is my first time at this level, too, you know.”

“I’m kinda thinking we should stick together,” James said. “That way, if we encounter something unusual, we can deal with whatever it is together. Strength in numbers, right?”

“I disagree,” Harvey said. “If we take different doorways, we can collect more tokens and buy more weapons.”

“But how will we find each other?” James asked. “As you said, this place is a fucking maze.”

“We can hit pause and get our bearings by looking at the overview page,” Harvey said.

“But won’t that cost a lot of tokens?” James asked.

Harvey began to get tired of James’ attitude. “Look, James,” he said. “We’ve gotten to this level by doing things my way. If you want to quit now, just take off your headset.”

“Okay Fine,” James reluctantly said. “We’ll do it your way.”

“I’m going straight at the next archway. You take the corridor to the right,” Harvey instructed.

The two men split up, but before long Harvey heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from somewhere else in the maze. It sounded so real that Harvey tore off his headset and looked at James, who was sitting next to him on the sofa. He was passed out cold.

Harvey reached over to James and started to shake him. “Are you okay?”

James’ eyes fluttered open. He looked around, relieved to be alive and back in the real world. “Wow, I’m still alive,” he said, “This virtual reality game is sick, dude.”


This “twofer” was written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent and for today’s one-word prompt, “parallel.” I saw the movie “Ready Player One” yesterday, and that, along with Sue’s picture, served as my inspiration for this post.

#writephoto — The Last Time

6E8B4ECD-E5F4-4997-A58B-4DB0ED77D43C“You never get it right, do you?” Amy scolded her husband. “This is the last time I’m going to leave planning the family vacation to you.”

“It’s not that bad,” Craig said.

“You’re not serious, right?” Amy said. “We’ve been stuck in this cabin for almost a week and have yet to see the sun. It has rained every goddam day. The kids are going stir crazy. And, frankly, so am I.”

“But it’s not raining now,” Craig said defensively. “Look out the window. The clouds are breaking up. I think the sun is coming out.”

Just as he said that, large raindrops started pelleting the cabin’s windows. “Right,” Amy said. “A little research, Craig, and you’d have known that you booked this cabin in the middle of the rainy season. No wonder you got such a good deal.”

“Look at the view, Amy,” Craig pleaded. “The mountains, the lake. It’s so serene. You have to admit that.”

Amy glanced out the window. “Is it? I can’t tell with all of the raindrops streaming down the window.”

“But if you look carefully you can see the rays of the sun coming down from between the clouds,” Craig pointed out.

Amy turned around to see that their two kids were up. She smiled at them and said, “How about I fix you some breakfast and then we can all play Yahtzee?”

“Again?” both kids groaned.


Written for Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

#writephoto — Perspective

3FB8307E-BA25-4FB4-8A8D-34805693822D“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Carolyn asked her friend, Ann, after handing her the photograph. “I’m going to have it mounted and framed and hang it in my living room.”

Ann stared at the picture for a moment and then handed it back to Carolyn. “It’s okay, I guess,” Ann said.

Carolyn was shocked and disappointed by her friend’s reaction. “Seriously?” she said. “It’s just okay?”

“Well, I guess it’s got some artistic qualities about it in an avant-garde sort of way,” Ann said. “But I’m not sure I see the same beauty in it that you do.”

“Oh my God,” Carolyn said indignantly. “How can you look at that photo and not see the beauty in it? It’s a goddam work of art.”

Ann grabbed the picture out of Carolyn’s hand and looked at it again. “Okay, sure, I can see the artistry,” she said. “But what made you take a picture of the setting sun being reflected on the surface of a slushy road?”

Carolyn took the picture back from Ann and looked at it again. “Oh for crissake, Ann,” Carolyn said. “You’re holding it upside down.”

975A6C51-D39A-477E-A545-1CC800B02EB5“Oh,” said Ann. “It’s a sunset over the lake. My bad.”


Written for today’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent. And, yes, Sue, it is a beautiful photograph when you look at it from the the right perspective. 😃