Life Waits in Helmfirth – Stock Photo Challenge

Title: Life Waits in Helmfirth
Source:  Stock Photo Challenge
Word count: 100 words

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Most mornings are a blur of activities as we rush to work, school and schedules filled with meetings, deadlines and performance reviews.

Welcome to Helmfirth. We invite you to make memorable mornings in a place designed to let you savor the best of what life has to offer.

With Helmfirth’s countless outdoor attractions, we know you will find the perfect spot to answer Mother Nature’s call.  Meet with adventure, review the effects of water’s true potential, and enjoy a journey without deadlines.

Relax. Unwind. Recharge. Reunite with your family. Reconnect with your dreams.

You’ll find it all here, in Helmfirth.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Story Board – Stock Photo Challenge

Title: Story Board
Source:  Stock Photo Challenge
Word count: 100 words

“No, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong. Haven’t you heard a word I said?”

Roy shoved the sketchpad towards the artist. As Roy stood, his chair toppled backward and bounced on the cement floor.

Startled, the sketch artist lunged, saving the sketchpad from the chair’s fate.

“Mr. Neary. Please. I’m trying.”

“Try harder,” Roy yelled and then, regretting his rough tone, he wiped his hand across his forehead.

“Ok,” he said, calmer now, “How about less ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’ and more ‘E.T.’ with Christmas lights?”

The sketch artists beamed, turned the sketchbook’s page and began again.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Chicago Style – Stock Photo Challenge

Title: Chicago Style
Source:  Stock Photo Challenge
Word count: 100 words

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Paddy and Rowan arrived at the city boat slip. Mike oversaw the operations as he had for over forty years.

“You listen close to Mike.  He’ll not be caring who you are,” Paddy whispered to Rowan.

Rowan smiled and climbed into the boat. Dipping flour sifters into orange dye, they waited while Mike piloted the boat into the river.

“Now lads,” Mike bellowed above the noise of the boat’s engine.

Forty-five minutes later the river sparkled emerald green in the chilly March sun.

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day,” the crew shouted to the jubilant crowd.

“Time for a Guinness,” Mike yelled.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Holding On – Stock Photo Challenge

Title: Holding On
Source:  Stock Photo Challenge
Word count: 100 words

young man and woman walking with sunset

Daniel’s wrinkled hands shook as he held the photo of his most cherished memory.

They met in a sandbox. He had pulled her pigtails and made her cry. He immediately regretted it and swore no one would hurt her again.  He kept his word, protected her. They were inseparable and became high school sweethearts. Everyone knew they would marry.

Daniel suspected something, hoping they were pregnant. But life was cruel. The doctors shook their heads. He was strong, taking care of her until she slipped away. She took his life, his heart. Keeping them safe while he waited for today.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

Reaching the Beginning – Stock Photo Challenge

Title: Reaching the Beginning
Source: Stock Photo Challenge
Word count: 100 words

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Destia perched on the wagon seat, confident today would be the same as the string of days behind her. The sameness of her existence stretched into the depths of her memory. The slow, rhythmic steps of the oxen dragged her creaking wagon forward.

Her companion’s faces wore the same expression as the landscape. They knew returning was non-negotiable.

Pero, keeping pace with the oxen, stopped. Alert, his nose tested the wind, then he ran, racing toward the purple smudge on the horizon. The oxen moved faster.

Relief sweep through Destia, but the voice laughed, saying the real journey was beginning.

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer