#WRITEPHOTO – SKULLS by Masons Menagerie

A box of bones quickly becomes the catalyst for a horrifying murder when Sleuth Holly and her grandfather get on the case!

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – SKULLS prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a cardboard box full of various (animal?) skulls.

Box of Skulls
Skulls – Image by KL Caley

“Well strike me down with a fibula. What sort of skulduggery is this!” Old Archie Hamilton had been a forensic pathologist for forty years. He thought nothing could surprise him.

Then the box arrived in the mail this morning.

The regular brown cardboard box smelled like death. For that reason, Archie had decided to open it on his mortuary table. Inside was the morbid collection of animal skulls and bones.

“What a thoughtful gift,” remarked Doctor Rose Quinton another of the police pathologist. Dressed in her blue gown, she was preparing to examine the remains of a poor soul found in a drainage ditch that morning.

“And there was me hoping for a nice bar of chocolate,” Archie rolled his eyes behind his glasses as he picked up the phone. “Detective Ward, can I see you in pathology, please?”

It was ten minutes before DCI Derek Ward arrived in his graphite grey suit and trench coat. The ageing detective wasn’t alone. With him, wearing an almost identical trench coat was his sleuthy eighteen-year-old granddaughter Holly. The teen was the head waitress in her mother’s Workhouse restaurant. She wasn’t an official police officer of course, but with kindred training was good at solving criminal mysteries.

Archie beamed, he had fond memories of watching her grow up with her grandfather. “Good Morning, Detective Ward. How nice of you to bring your grandfather along,” he said with a wink.

“Hello Archie, it’s lovely to see you,” Holly said with a smile.

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Much Love
KL 

#WRITEPHOTO – SKULLS

Afternoon Everyone,

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

I collect skulls; I think that a beautiful skull is a really good gift for a guy.

Bella Heathcote

I can’t wait to read your gruesome entries with this one, what a challenge! I wonder if any of you will guess the real story behind this box of skulls.

Box of Skulls
Skulls – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a cardboard box full of various (animal?) skulls.

The regulars already know this bit, but for those that don’t:

  • Each Thursday at Noon GMT I will post the #writephoto prompt
  • Use the image and prompt as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.
  • Please have your entries linked back to the original prompt post by the following Tuesday at Noon GMT.
  • Link back to this post with a pingback (Hugh has an excellent tutorial here)  and/or leave a link in the comments below, to be included in the round-up.
  • Please click their links to visit the blogs of other contributors and take time to read and comment on their work.
  • Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.
  • There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.
  • Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.
  • By participating in the #writephoto challenge, please be aware that your post may be featured as a reblog on this blog and I will link to your post for the round-up each week.

If you need some more inspiration or fancy a bit of light reading, check out last weeks round-up.

I can’t wait to read your creations.

Take Care.

KL ❤

#WRITEPHOTO – POISONOUS PLANTS by Masons Mind Menagerie 

Drama, tension and a touch of romance by Masons Mind Menagerie 

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – POISONOUS PLANTS prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows bright pinkish-red trumpet-shaped plants.

Poisonous Plants
Poisonous Plants – Image by KL Caley

“Listen up, team! We have a small waterfall up ahead. Beyond that, we’ll drop into a smoother current and find a place to pull out for dinner.” Granger yelled over the roaring white water that churned beneath the yellow inflatable raft

“Heard, captain!” replied five of the six rafters.

“Bess, are you with us?” Granger tapped the girl on the shoulder. She was so lost in gazing at the banks whizzing by, she wasn’t even rowing with the others.

“Hey, Bess. Wake up!” said her friend Dave.

“Oops sorry! I was mesmerised by all the beautiful red bell-shaped flowers along the banks. It’s just so pretty over there.”

“No harm done. Those are rhododendrons. They’re rainforest shrubs. See how they choke out all the native plants here?” Granger explained with his deep green eyes focused on the river ahead. “Still they are lovely to look at during spring.”

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Incident at Pixie Falls – Masons Mind Menagerie

Much Love
KL 

Teaspoon Treasures

Samantha looked at the teaspoon. It had been her grandma’s. A treasure containing a story. Her grandma had stolen it from a rich family she had worked for. They never noticed, she would say with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Too much money, she would then say adding a tut. Whenever anyone important was round for tea she made sure to give them the good teaspoons.

Her grandma had been a kind woman. Smiling, sweet and loving. She had been a hard-working young woman until her family came along, and then she worked harder still at the more crucial job of wife and mother. It was when she was a grandmother that she shone though. She taught her grandkids everything, how to cook, clean, grow edibles and take good care of one’s appearance, all whilst smiling and laughing. Her grandchildren loved her for it. It was a cliché, they were not rich with material goods, but they were rich in love.

Samantha sighed and put the spoons in a “to keep” box, wondering what she herself would leave to her grandchildren one day.

Nostalgia is a bittersweet emotion; it entails the act of recalling complicated memories of bygone days.
Nostalgia is a bittersweet emotion; it entails the act of recalling complicated memories of bygone days.

Originally written in response to:

  • Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge (#WQWWC) – Recollections

Take Care.
KL

#WRITEPHOTO – TOMB by TanGental 

Toilet paper? Anyone? An intriguing and hilarious entry by TanGental 

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – TOMB prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley

‘You ready, Pammy?’ Gideon could barely contain himself. It had taken 4 years, three years salaries and a Lake Baikal’s amount of tea to keep the builders on track, but their dream home was finished.

Pammy, Gideon’s long suffering girlfriend was also hopping from foot to foot, but for different reasons, although a surfeit of tea was part of it. ‘I need a pee.’

‘Let’s start with the hall and…’

‘I NEED TO PEE.’

‘Yes, light of my existence, but first…’

‘LISTEN, SUGAR PLUM. IF I DON’T PEE LIKE NOW, ALL YOU’LL HAVE TO SHOW ME IS AN INFORMAL SWIMMING POOL AND MUSTARD COLOURED FURNISHINGS…’

Gideon tried to hide his sigh. He had the whole thing planned, down to the last detail. There were two toilets, the small one down st…

Pammy’s face appeared in his line of sight. ‘It does have a loo, doesn’t it?’

‘Pammy!’

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The Trials Of Pammy Sideparting #writephoto | TanGental

Much Love
KL 

#WRITEPHOTO – TOMB by Keep it alive

An intriguing entry of loss and regret in mysterious circumstances.

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – TOMB prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley

Sitting forlornly by the tomb of her beloved
Shedding tear of sorrow and regret
It was her burden for ever and eternity

People often become aware of a presence
When they visited this historical place
A wave of sadness often engulfed them

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WritePhoto # Tomb – Keep it alive

Much Love
KL 

#WRITEPHOTO – TOMB by pensitivity101

Ooh I love a dark twist in a tale, thanks Di for this cracker!

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – TOMB prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley

Father Mitchell was shaking in his cassock.
Who had done this thing?
It was not so much a case of disturbing the dead, but more which of the dead had been disturbed.
He crossed himself. Twice.

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Much Love
KL 

#WRITEPHOTO – TOMB by About the Jez of It

Uhoh, I feel a disturbance yn the realms of chivalry. It appears we may have awoken Sir Jeff from his slumber.

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – TOMB prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley
Who was it who woketh me
at my rest, disturbed yn the long nyght
I wander
unseen
unheard
I wander forgotten
with restless eyes readyng the eald words
that remayn amid the ruyns of sanctuary
and I wonders
what happened to this world

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Witterings of Sir Jeff – About the Jez of It

Much Love
KL 

Little Women and Little Heroes – A Short Story

The gunshots echoed around the room.

“No, no, no……”, a tiny voice shouted into the darkness. “Not Tony, we can’t have lost Tony.”

“Pull it together man. We’ve got to get the rest of the gang to safety. We’ll come back for Tony.”

In two’s the men made their way for cover. Safely in shelter one of them dared to turn on the light.

“Geoff, what are you doing? Do you want us to get caught?”

“Chill, we’re in the all-clear.” In the distance, they could hear glasses clinking, laughter and soft music. Still, it was clear some of the guys were nervous. They’d been caught out before and they knew the repercussions.

“Look we’ll hunker down here for a while. See if we can get one or two of those vehicles started and then head out.”

More laughter drifted through the air towards them, and they heard a door banging in the distance. Ignoring it they focussed on the cars. How many would they need to fit everyone in?


“Alex! James! Get yourselves back to bed this instant!” The bedroom light switched on startling two young boys. In the doorway stood an angry woman with her hands on her hips.

“Mum… It was just getting to the good bit,” Alex whined.

“You’ve already been told. Any more of that nonsense and James will be going home. You know you were only allowed to have a sleepover if you boys went to bed on time.” She walked into the room and removed some of the dolls the boys were playing with.

The boys skulked over to bed, wading through a trail of dolls and cars and toy guns.

“I expect this mess to be cleaned up first thing in the morning, then you can have these back.” His mother said then with a whoosh she switched off the light and closed the door.

“What now?” came a quiet voice in the dark. A dull torchlight appeared under the bedsheets.

“Give them five minutes to get back to their dinner party and we can play again.” “Yea, now we’ve really got to rescue Tony!”  


“She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.”
She-preferred-imaginary-heroes-to-real-ones: Louisa-May-Alcott – Quote

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Take Care.
KL

#WRITEPHOTO – MONEY by Musing in the sun 

A joyful entry by Musing in the sun 

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – MONEY prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.

Money
Money – Image by KL Caley

We sorted ourselves
into tidy piles

like a coin collector
sorting through pennies

(or maybe nickels
if he has more money)

until we shared our own
two cents among

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Much Love
KL