[WORDS TO IMAGES] Quick 15 minute written stories about random images and my perception on what they speak to me

[Words to Image. I enjoy when an image grabs my attention and tells me it's possible story. Especially when it isn't the obvious. This may be a different perspective than what you may have seen. But isn't that the beauty of it? I write what I imagine and then I share. Enjoy.] She had no more fight in her, so she gave up the ghost. The earth was cold and hard. Stones cut into her stomach reminding her of what she chose. She was here because she put herself here. It wasn't but

[Words to Image. I pick the image; the image picks the words. This is how I see what I see. Enjoy] Jillian read the very last story her husband had written and then pushed it across the countertop with both hands. She wanted it to go on forever, but stories must end. She knew this. She knew it well. Jay grabbed his lunchbox and hat and headed off to the mill, just as he had done a thousand times before. Eight years of leaving with a kiss and coming home with one ended just a

[Words to Image. What I do ... I choose a random image and listen to what my minds says this is. I write that story. Simple enough. Enjoy.] Every year, on the first Monday of September, German teachers would excuse their students from class who were of the age of eight years old. They would board the children on buses and make the two-hour journey, south from Munich to the Bavarian Alps. Once there, the children would form a single file line and trek up the hillside to the po

[Words to Image. This is the image that grabbed my attention today, the one which asked me to write its story. Here is my interpretation of what I see. Hope you enjoy] He listened as the guitar string bent, bent a little more, and then held. It held him in a trance, mesmerized by how it traveled through his earphones, penetrated his drums, and quickly spread throughout his body, tantalizing his every nerve. The string released but only a little. There was a slight drop in ton

[Words to Image. I flip through my saved gallery of images and see which one grabs my attention. All have, thus their addition to this album, but today this one wants my words. I write and share. I hope you are entertained for the next few minutes. Enjoy] And just like that, Perportia fell from the heavens. She was told to not fly close to the Andromeda galaxy. But curiosity pulled at her wings. She was warned of the dangers which could befall upon the inquiring mind and the

[Words to Image. I see this random image and then write the story my mind asks me to write. This is what it spoke to me.] Lucy couldn't stand the sight of the old farmhouse. There had been just too many restless nights there, wondering if that rickety old front door would scream bloody Mary as it opened. Wondering if that bastard old man would run out on that wooden deck, scream through a cigar rattling voice, and cut her to the bone. Many times, before she had felt the weigh

[Words to Image. I stare at my chosen image folder and allow one to choose me. It grabs my attention and screams, "Write my story!" I then do. This is what my imagination came up with. Enjoy] As the story is told, hundreds of years ago there was a Welsh child born with an obvious birth defect. Her ears were as pointed as was her grandmother's shoes. Early on, it was nothing that ever concerned her but as time passed by, it did. When boys entered the picture and the others wer

[Words to Image. Take a random picture, listen to your imagination, and write a quick short story describing what you see in it. This is what I do. Enjoy] For thousands of years, the Succubus held power over man. She disguised herself as beautiful, loving, something to be sought after, and cherished. She had ensnared many good men, pulling them into her web of deceit. She fed them lies. She fed them promises. She fed them hopes for their futures. She muddied their perception

[Words to Image. An image that captures my attention prompts me to create a quick short story about it. It is my interpretation of what it says to me. I imagine, I write] Every morning, just before the rise of the sun, Jack would venture out into woods, drop to both knees and beg for guidance and forgiveness. The great horned Nepthaleel stood in the distance and listened to his words. Jack hung his head low and wept as he kept repeating himself. He pleaded for knowledge to fu

[Words to Image. What I do ... I find a random image that grabs my attention and I listen to the story it tells me to write. I spend 15-20 minutes writing it. I then share, for you. This process feeds my brain. I hope it does yours, as well. In honor of Mother's Day, I hope you enjoy] When Amielia was little her mother often told her about the Bird of Pray, a black as night bird that resembled a crow with color changing eyes. '"It is the keeper of sins," her mother always war

[Words to Image. What does the picture make you think of? What's its story. Leave it up the the viewer's imagination and this is what I come up with. This is what I do for fun. I write the story I see. Enjoy] Dear diary: My mother didn't want me. My father did but I wouldn't let him. He doesn't try anymore. I might have been born into trash but I do have some dignity. My friends tell me I'm pretty but I've always felt very ugly inside. No, wait ... that's a lie. I have no fri

[Words to Image. When an image grabs your attention and you let your mind wander, this is what happens. I create the story based on what I see. This is what I saw. Enjoy] I visited the place I normally go when I wish to create a story. What I found there was disturbing. Oftentimes, my thoughts are somewhat hazy, resulting in poor mental visibility. I sit and stare at my random image and listen. I listen intently, never forcing a thought. It must come naturally. Because when I

[Words to Image. A random image tugs at my attention and my imagination quickly latches onto the story it screams. I write and share. Enjoy] Carsin stood between the two wrought iron posts, blocking all access. It was the only means by which one could enter the most forbidden place in The Heart of the city, a guarded sanctuary, unpassable to every traveler that ventured close enough. His sole task was to deter their attempts. They were allowed to view from a distance, even st

[Words to Image. My perception of a random image and the story it asks me to write. I look deeply at it and a quick 15-20 minutes later, this is what is born. I write these for fun. Enjoy!] Her heart was stained an evil black and when she cried, dark tears snaked down her bitter face. Fitting, as was her very soul, deceptive and cunning. A busy forked tongue, constantly begetting deceit and lies, always mindful to tear down others so her butterflies could rise high and beauti

[Words to Image. I take a random image and listen to the story it asks me to write. I spend a quick 15-20 minutes typing it out and then share. I hope you enjoy.] The portal opened and he knew the time was now. If he didn't catch it before it closed, he would be forced to continue on in his normal manner, as he always had. But he was done, ready for change, and this anomaly only happened once before. He chose not to change, then, but today he was exhausted. Today, he decided

[Words to Image. An image that sparked one mess of a story. Hope you can follow.] I think and it soars. My mind creates Kermothicans that fly above my head and bombard me with second thoughts. They are fury. They are relentless. I struggle to control them and pull them back, one by one, back into my thoughts, organizing them into something I can control ... but my efforts are always useless. They are fury and quick. A simple thought gives life to countless possibilities and r

[Words to Image. This image touched a nerve in me, so I wrote as I felt. I'm sure there are many who can relate. Enjoy.] His wounds hissed as they forced out his mental life force, self-tranquility. Soot colored vapers snaked towards the sky, dancing in victory, as if he was broken, but this has happened many times before. He was not out. Ergo trembled as the blood trickled down scarred and dirty muscles. The pain was no more unbearable than the last, but each time it seemed

[Words to Image. I find great joy in listening to an image tell its own story. For me, it is not always an obvious perception, as would be for others. But that is where the magic feeds my brain. Outside-the-box thinking. I hope you enjoy this one. If so, please comment. I do enjoy your opinions of what I do.] Jessica met with death on a cold fall morning. As frightening as he was to the rest of the world, he was not to her. She longed for him. She begged for him to take her,

[Words to Image. A random picture grabs my attention, I spend a quick 15-20 minutes creating a story to go with what I see, and then I post it. Fast and easy and simply for fun. I hope you enjoy my creativity.] Billy was left unattended and all hell broke loose. They thought he would behave. They thought he wouldn't get into mischief. They were wrong. The truck was barely past the edge of the driveway when Billy decided to go on a hunt. He looked high and low for something to

[Words to Image. These are the words this image said to write. So, I did. Enjoy] Ichthus felt no happiness. Day in and day out he wished for the morning to never wake him. 'It might be easier,' he thought. The sun offered nothing for him to enjoy. The moon shared no pleasures, either. Everything between these two measurements of a day felt empty and pointless to him. He hadn't smiled in so long, he couldn't remember how. But he wondered. By trade, he used to amuse the tourist