Dale offers the prompt “distortion” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
I use the GIMP photo editor. It’s a free tool with many features I have not explored. I mainly use it to shrink the size of the image and rotate it a bit if I got the horizon wrong.
Here I am going to use the contrast feature of the editor along with cropping.
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I am thankful to the Lord for everything mentioned below and all of His other blessings.
The photos tell their tales with the help of captions.
The amazing thing about Room 215 at the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro is that no one knew it was there until the red-headed writer opened its door and just walked in. Then the tall, thin man followed her to open a secret chamber hidden in that delightfully mysterious room.
After hearing about the room’s mechanical machines and the strange, very short man that emerged from it I went to look for myself. I was wondering if maybe I might find a story there, marvelous and melancholic under its ancient dust, about King Arthur’s Camelot or the Starkeeper’s Carousel to tell others back in the cafe.
However, no matter how many times or how slowly I went up and down the hall where the wonderful room was supposed to be, I couldn’t find it though I had no doubt it was there. Although I came back empty handed, at least as far as marvelous stories go, I still could tell about how I was not going to give up the search.
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Denise offers the prompt word “dust” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
The demons were up to no good in Peaceful Valley, but what else would demons be up to? No one in his right mind liked them.
That’s when a new sheriff came to town. The meanest, the toughest, the nastiest demon of the lot challenged the sheriff to a duel over who would rule Peaceful Valley.
The sheriff accepted the challenge. At high noon the town watched as the meanest, the toughest, the nastiest-of-the-lot bit the dust and demons fled.
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Denise offers the prompt word “dust” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Story.
This is a neighborhood trail on the other side of the train tracks taking a left at the fork in Fort Mill, SC.
It is an easy trail. Should the bridge look too sketchy, be careful (or turn around).
Written for Pepper’s One Step at a Time.
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Dale offers the prompt “nature in black and white” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge.
I picked some photos that had little color in them but black and white.
I was going to remove the color, but then I would have to learn a new trick with the photo editor.
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I am thankful to the Lord for everything mentioned below and all of His other blessings.
The photos tell their tales with the help of captions.
I told Mark to put a lid on his sarcastic babbling and write a love poem. The problem was Mark didn’t know how (which is why I’m writing this tale). Betty, Mark’s nemesis and master at setting off needless fireworks, was as bad as – no, let’s face it, she was even worse than – Mark.
Who would have thought those two would ever come together since by every natural law on the books you need more than self-exertion to do the impossible. But when the impossible happened to them, in spite of their exercising every option they had to stop it, Mark and Betty got what is called a miracle.
So, all you have to do to write a love poem is let heaven get near enough (like right inside you) so heaven can do through you (since you’re no longer a bystander) what heaven does best: lovely miracles.
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Denise offers the prompt word “option” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 