Photo Prompt

Each month, we post a photograph as a writing prompt. Post your 100-word story in the comments section, and we’ll choose one to feature in our next issue. To see examples, read photo stories we’ve published in the past.

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• Post only one story per photo prompt.
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An image of a partial eclipse in the clouds.

Art Credit: Bryce Bradford

36 Responses to “Photo Prompt”

  1. Joyce Peim says:

    The teacher smacks her ruler on the desk, her face twisted with fury. Pointing towards the back of the classroom she bellows, “To the Principal’s office. Now.”

    We all turn our heads to the corner where Jimmy sits, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair, the sole of his boot pressed against the desk, looking out the window as if he heard nothing.

    Then he gets up and saunters toward the door, turns and blows one giant bubble which bursts in the exact moment of silence before he slams the door shut so hard the windows rattle.

  2. Rabab says:

    The Eclipse

    The moon glows eerily from behind dark clouds.The already darkling night has become foreboding. Not a soul can be seen – they are on the beach, watching with special glasses.
    The tarot reader had told Marie she’d find ‘light in the dark’, clear to her she would find Kevin.
    She adjusts her glasses: she sees the famed diamond ring, feels the touch of a hand, hears the whisper of a voice…peace, at last…
    “Oh my God! Here she is!”
    “Poor thing! She never could accept Kevin’s death!”

  3. Herbert Herrero says:

    It was brave of the little one to tow the power lines and get to the other side of the road, not knowing that a cluster of cats was already scavenging through the leftovers I dumped in the bin. It froze as I was crossing back. Its silhouette told me it was afraid. At least it was bold enough to go after what it wanted, unlike me. I could not even steal a kiss when she looked away, on the night we were in the park, while the moon was about to hide behind the shadows of where we were.

  4. Cheryl Snell says:

    Moon Mugs Sun

    Closing his eyes, the Sun feeds fire to the Moon, knowing she’s a gold-digger, not content with her own silver. Mother Earth knows her rep and gets suspicious when her shadow swells to nearly the size of the sun. She is romantic and likes her privacy in the clinch─ but the constant mood swings of shape have given her the wrong idea. Mere moon cannot come between Earth and Sun! She’s managed to turn off the lights again. The Sun, sleeping with one eye open, watches Earth turn herself inside out like a pocket to bring back all his gold.

  5. “God’s Right-Hand Man”

    The sky had taken on an ethereal, other-worldly glow. It reminded Brother Zachariah that Christ’s second-coming was drawing nigh and how God implanted a chip into his prefrontal cortex to keep him apprised of His holy plan.

    “Waiteth, thou must, for the cloudy moon,” His booming voice overrode Zachariah’s thoughts. He knew it was God from the usage of Biblical words like ‘thou’ and ‘waiteth.’ So, they waiteth in the bunker, he and his flock, naked as the day they’d been born. Some of the women had grown quite fond of him and he was able to loosen their restraints.

  6. Thompson Emate says:

    The Rising of the Dark Days

    Dark clouds gather to hide the brilliance of the moon. It’s an omen foretold. A rising of the dark days. We watch in awe and trepidation. The moon has been a source of joy and inspiration to us. It summons the night watchers in the fullness of its glow. The elders praises the queen of the night sky.

    The stygian clouds finally cloak the moon leaving us in absolute darkness. We fear what will befall us. Suddenly, an elder raises his hand to the sky saying some mystical words. The dark clouds disperse uncloaking the moon. Joy fill our hearts.

  7. Shaw Chen says:


    The village people believe the heavens once held two Moons, the wandering eyes of a wish-granting deity. They waxed and waned for signs of worthiness over the millennia until they settled on some nameless dog outside their village.

    An eye was darkened forever that night, symbolizing Nameless had made his wish. The other will continue to wander until the wish is fulfilled.

    Holy men disputed the nature of the wish and why it wasn’t settled. Most concluded Nameless wished for the destruction of the people who had mistreated him.

    Between us, I had only wished to be adopted and adored.

  8. Robert Miranda says:

    Might I wish-

    THE moon is bright with greed for those who gaze upon her.

    SKY is empty yes, but she sits there looking upon you and me.

    IS it so strange that were we to watch the stars and moon, they would watch us too?

    WATCHING with empty eyes and full minds was not the right choice this night.

    ME and my thoughts don’t get along anymore, better to be an empty person.

    DREAM of a different world with tastier emotions and a softer society.

    OF the feelings I hold now none are truly special.

    TOMORROW will be better, it must be.

  9. Jacqueline Collo says:


    To experience the night is a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Is it not beautiful to feel the crisp bite of the air against your skin, chilled from the sun’s sudden slumber? Is it not beautiful to look upwards, craning your neck, without the sun’s harsh burn in your eyes?

    Even your shadow should agree it is a beautiful thing.

    “I do, I do,” it chimes.

    Do you not hear it?

    Your shadow does not get to enjoy the night often, but it likes to dance on the sidewalks below the moon on nights like this.

    Do you not see it?

  10. Sherri Bale says:

    MOON, Man in the
    4,500,000,000 BC – 2525

    We bid farewell to our dear friend Man in the Moon last night. He disappeared into the shadow of the sun and spun into the great beyond, never to glow again. He leaves his mother Earth and his friends Deimos and Phobos to grieve his absence. Moon was known for his strict adherence to Heliocentrism– never full when he could be crescent, or rising when he should set. He took his responsibility for the tides very seriously. Memorial contributions in Moon’s name can be made to Save the Celestial Bodies, Lunar Chapter.

  11. Krystyna Fedosejevs says:


    No matter how much effort he put in, it wasn’t to be. He was the misaligned spoke in a wheel. Fodder for barracuda-minded individuals who salivated over his vulnerabilities.

    If he could go back and redo his life he surmised to not having been born. Certainly not as the middle child. Nor in the roles of the oldest and youngest. Filling shoes of an only child? Perhaps. Although… it too wasn’t the right fit.

    Adulthood untied familial childhood strings, sending fledglings in different directions to build their lives.

    He was through with being eclipsed. By anyone.

    Except for the moon.

  12. One twin has passed, the neighbor said aloud. I saw the moon roll; I heard the dark clouds cry.
    Baby in the basket wrapped in white clothes,
    so still with doll-like repose.
    Hushed whispers in the room where the scrubbed kitchen table is a convenient bier.
    Rotating people cast baleful glances,
    and the other ones hang about.
    At three weeks old, his heart gave out.
    Still, they said, one has survived.
    So, it could be worse.
    Through my window, the moon flashed, and I blinked my eyes.

  13. Amber Train says:

    Wrongful Conviction

    “GUILTY”. Such is the rough justice of Texas. The local reporter caught this snapshot of me, a little too on the nose, or in my case ovipositor, for me. Me looking like I’ve been crucified, when really I was just exhausted from days of trial. Unfortunately, they didn’t buy my lawyer’s argument, even after hours of expert testimony from a Houston entomologist, who explained that despite my nickname “mosquito hawk”, and ovipositor that looks like a stinger (but is really just a tube to deposit eggs), I’m as harmless as a hummingbird. So, tomorrow, it’s the bug zapper for me.

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