#writephoto — The Fringes of Reality

2E601259-487F-45B2-A60A-346AEF2F80F6The townspeople were split on what they saw in the distance. Some were in awe of the contrasts — the light blue sky above the dark, blue-gray clouds, and fiery golden-orange glow stuck between the clouds and the land on the horizon. They thought of it as a work of art and a lot of folks were out snapping pictures with their cameras and smartphones.

But others were worried that, with the record breaking heat and oppressive humidity, the gathering clouds preceding a forecasted cold front were an ominous sign of a wild tornado in the offing.

And then there were those apathetic townsfolk who were unfazed by the sky, neither in awe of its beauty nor in fear of the threat. They just went about doing whatever it is they normally do.

And finally there were the conspiracy theorists, those living on the fringes of reality, the “sky is falling” Chicken Littles. They pointed at the clouds and started shouting about government-created chemtrails generating toxic clouds designed to foul the air and poison the population, and they warned the others to prepare for the inevitable apocalypse.

Unfortunately for humanity, the conspiracy theorists were right. Well, mostly right, anyway. It was, indeed, a poisonous, toxic cloud. But it wasn’t from the government. It came from outer space.BA0294F7-5563-40CF-BE4D-4874D33164B7


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Top photo from Sue Vincent; bottom photo from the 1953 movie, “It Came From Outer Space.” Also written for today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt (prepare).

FOWC with Fandango — Toxic

FOWCWelcome to October 26, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “toxic.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

#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.

Toxic Tweets

12A42290-8B72-4B60-AAC2-4CF7DF33B35AAfter Donald Trump received his morning brief on Fox News, he tossed out a couple of toxic tweets.

BC31AB53-D90C-4530-A985-ECA104822AE3This tweet came out after Trump saw a story on Sunday’s “Fox & Friends” show that aired a report about a caravan carrying more than 1,000 people from Central America traveling through Mexico to the United States in hopes of entering the states illegally and asking for asylum.

The report stated that the migrants are counting on the “catch and release” program, where illegal immigrants are detained in the U.S. and released while they await for their court hearings.

But Trump wasn’t done tweeting.

BC87AF3F-019C-4BA4-885D-5DD8184CBD4CYet another “build the wall” tweet from our “tweeter-in-chief” after his Fox News daily briefing.

So we wake up on Easter Sunday to yet another Trump tweet storm.

And speaking about tweet storms, he strangely has yet to send out even a single tweet about Stormy.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “toxic.”