No Guts – No Glory – Photo Prompt – January 2019

This one’s a cliff-hanger! Happy Reading!


No Guts – No Glory – Photo Prompt – January 2019


Diana, of Myths of the Mirror, has created a new, monthly photo prompt. We are challenged to write something about it. Find out the details, and join in at the above link. Thanks, Diana!




No Guts – No Glory

The blurb showed up on everyone’s internet connection around the world.

“Hey, Jake, look at this.” Belinda passed her laptop over to him. “What do you think?”

“Probably a scam,” he said.

“But look at what it says. Read it.”

Jake sighed, but read out loud…

No Guts – No Glory

Expedition to find the Man in the Moon

No experience necessary

To enter contest fill out attached form

“Let’s do it,” Belinda said. She was getting excited.

Jake had his doubts, but for a lark, they both filled out the blank spaces and hit…

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ICEMAN – January’s #WritingPrompt

Kelvin’s story has a powerful twist. I hope you enjoy.

Kelvin M. Knight

The following one thousand word story is my response to January’s Photo Prompt challenge over on Diane Wallace-Peach’s excellent blog.

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Kelvin M. Knight

This ice in me, this ice in me, how I love this ice in me. It makes me strong. It makes me a survivor. Out here where the desolation and isolation would crush a weaker soul, ice boosts my strength until I feel the spirit of ten men, no, one hundred men, coursing through me. Yet, I am no man, even if I am subconsciously choosing the mightiest of their frail shapes.

There is nothing frail about ice. I revel in its sharpness. I admire its lightness. I cannot get enough of its untamed form: water, dear water, ever-changing, ever on the go, like a tidal wave inside me. One that creates these shapes flowing out of me. One which washes this beast out of…

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Kalaallit Nunaat

A creative approach to the prompt from Anneberly. Enjoy!

Anneberly Andrews

fullsizerTHIS SUMMER, engage in an exhibition led by the most well-known, experienced backcountry explorer in the world. Garrison Blake has led countless exhibitions through the most uninhabitable living conditions, but nothing could have prepared him and his group for what was to come. Gunnbjorn Fjeld Peak, located in the Watkins Mountain Range in Greenland, has the most inhospitable temperatures and weather conditions in the world. As their journey gets underway, Garrison’s primary goal is to keep his adventurers safe. The blizzard conditions continue to nip at their flesh with every step, and within miles of the base of the mountain, the air slowly clears. Off in the distance, the group spotted a giant man and what looks to be its confidant, frozen on top of a nearby mountain. He appeared to be the same height as Gunnbjorn Fjeld. The group continued on, pulling out their cameras the closer they got…

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Ancient Evil…

A beautiful poem from Anita in response to the wintry prompt. I hope you enjoy. ❤

anita dawes and jaye marie

New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

This is our first contribution for Diana Wallace Peach new monthly word prompt Challenge! This is truly an awe inspiring image…

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Ancient Evil…

The frozen face of a still white moon

Hung against the starless sky

Remembering Zolon crouched below

His hand clenched on ancient evil

Where men were swallowed

Bones crushed by ice white teeth…


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Cold War

A story from a wonderful story-teller… Enjoy!

Trent's World (the Blog)

fantasy-by stefan keller-pixabay via Pixabay by Stefan Keller

“I tell you, the world is different.  There was a major cosmic shift on or around September 29, 1959, as if the very atoms were scrambled.  We are not in the same place as we were, and we’re not where we are supposed to be.  It’s like we phased into a different Universe, one where we don’t belong.”

Our elite polar unit was taking a short break on our trek.  I was with Stan Petrosky, as always, and he was spouting his oddball philosophy, as always.

Stan had started at some fancy university as a philosophy major, but his parents had died in an accident, so he joined the army to make ends meet and to take advantage of the GI Bill.  I guess he never figured we’d be at war so soon.  But nobody had.

“You say the world changed on September 29 last…

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#Speculativefictionwritingchallenge – Glass Mountain

A story that starts innocently enough, and then… Enjoy!

Roberta Writes

The line of boys marched steadily towards the mountain. It reared up suddenly, its frozen slopes steep and forbidding in the constant grey twilight.

Jack sighed. He didn’t like climbing and would love to know who dreamed up this ridiculous challenge for the new boys. No-one had ever attempted to climb the sheer cliffs of the mountain which was aptly named “Glass Mountain.”

The troop of boys were all well protected from the ferocious cold by their thick fur-lined jackets with hoods, fur-lined trousers, gloves and waterproof and tough hiking boots. They all carried ice picks, ropes and other climbing aids. They wore snow glasses but their vision was still impaired by the continuously falling snow.

Training for this event had started on the boys first day at their unusual boarding school for future environmentalists in the frigid wastes of the Arctic.  High climbing walls had been installed for this…

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The End of the Gods

A dive into ancient mythology from Fandango. I hope you enjoy.

This, That, and The Other

af05c2ad-3af7-4402-8d53-75591e6f3a1bThere was a time, many, many years ago, when the inhabitants of the land believed that there were a great number of gods and goddesses. These gods had control over many different aspects of life on earth. In many ways they were very human. They could be kind or mean, angry or pleasant, cruel or loving. They fell in love with each other, argued with each other, and even stole from each other.

Zeus was king of the gods. He had won the draw and became the supreme ruler of all of the lesser gods. He, himself, was the god of the sky, rain, and thunder and he lived high atop Mount Olympus. His weapon was a thunderbolt, which he hurled at those who displeased him. He ruled over both man and the gods. He was worshipped and idolized.

But time marches on and even the all powerful Zeus could not stop…

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