Your Inspiration for Picture Stories March 2011

© Trill Zapatero

Immortal by Llola Lane

My finger touches the paint.. It is still wet.
My hand slips, into the artwork and I am caught off guard.

Attic Surprise by lillian Morpork

The house was big, and old. One of those they call a ‘fixer upper’. As we went through it, we saw that there were several of pieces of furniture still there. Chairs, cabinets, three small tables, as well as rugs. All antiques. From what I could see under the dust, most seemed to be in good condition. The realtor said anything in the house or outbuildings would go with the house, so I began thinking of doing restoration work on the old stuff. It would really be the finishing touch to what we planned.

Lost Gods - by lillian Morpork

They appeared as black dots against the grey sky,
Dots that swiftly grew, swelled, became two
Huge ravens, Hugninn and Munnin.

Flying Black Grace - by Dragon Genna

I am an adventurer.
Flying from here to there

A Gnomish Adventure by Lillian Morpork

Gnarly, Gweedy Gnibby Gnobs sat in the shelter of the small, shallow cave and cried. He was so tired, and very, very hungry and thirsty, and there was nothing to eat or drink on this bare shelf part way up the mountain.

Quilt of Many Colors by Llola Lane

"How many more fabrics do we need mama?" "About 3 more Sarah," said mother to daughter. "We need another yellow solid, another blue solid, and then something with a lot of color and pattern to be the main focal fabric of the quilt." "O.K mama... I'll keep looking."

The Maestro by Lillian Morpork

The young man climbed up the last, steep incline, and paused as he reached the top. For a moment, he stood and looked around. Yes, this was the perfect spot. He doffed his backpack, removed the boots, tough jeans, jacket and shirt, and reaching into the backpack, he took out a plastic bag. With this in hand, he went to the edge of the plateau. There, he untied the cord and opened the bag and took out soap, wash cloth, towel, electric razor and hair brush. Looping the cord around the handles of the bag, he lowered it into the water, pulling it up about half full. Hanging it from the limb of a small bare tree, he proceeded to wash and groom himself. Once done, he emptied the bag and placed everything back in, returning to the backpack.

Pleasant Madness by Nuria Dominica

Thrown into a pleasant madness, my thoughts.
Letting them like soft and delicate bubbles.
Running, they are running into the deep blue of the ocean
mixed with the clear sky.
Flying freely with no shame.

The Crow and the Daylight - by Sven Pertelson

A tale of the far North adapted to the style of a Kipling 'Just So' story. 



ow listen and attend, O Best Beloved, and I will tell you how the people of the far North came to have half a year of dark and half a year of light.

Crows by Llola Lane

Crows big and black as night
flutter too and fro in their flight
dipping and dancing
to the wind they are prancing.
But to me their graceful wings
flap for other romantic things.

Crows of Blue - by SkyKing Voom

Ware the Jabbercrows my son! Wacked out; drugged out; coked and toked, no random course they fly, arcs, zooms, and swirls charted by crystal meth they look. When they come to a fork in the road they take it; not knowing where they're going they fly somewhere else. (Yogi and Toby called that one!).

Release From Chaos - by lillian Morpork

His gaze sinks deep into her eyes,
Limpid, dark indigo pools.
She smiles in satisfaction,
Thinking, men are such fools!
Another soul captured.