April 17, 2018 Prompt – Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now

Low Battery

It started with an evening camel ride in the Sahara Desert of Morocco. Abdul, my guide of about twenty, looked like the handsome prince from central casting. I balanced myself on the uncomfortable back of a white dromendary. Suddenly, from the distance I heard the hoots and shouts of a horde of men coming toward us. They surrounded Abdul and myself and forced us off our camels. Within a minute, the horde, camels and Abdul had disappeaed over the dunes.
I stood there, all alone dressed in a cape and turban while darkness swifly descended upon me. I pulled out my trusted cell phone and read the message–low battery.
God help me.

Ellynore Smith

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March 10, 2018 – Prompt – People change, even the Devil was once an Angel.

Everyone changes?
Well, that is a load of crap.
I refuse to change.
Even my father’s casting me out, will not force a change in me.
I told him what I thought of his rule.
I am sticking to my words.
I shall not change.
No matter how long the banishment to the basement lasts.

yours truly – Lucifer

JL Lahey

 

March 27, 2018 – Prompt – I was hunting Easter eggs but instead found____?

I pushed aside the long narrow leaves of the irises, looking for bright spots of color. I wasn’t expecting to hear the low rattle almost dry leaves rustling against each other. Having been raised in the desert, I knew to freeze. The only thing that moved, aside from the pulse I could feel pounding in my throat, were my eyes. I looked carefully until I spotted him. There he was, coiled between the cluster of green stalks and the building wall. I was hunting Easter eggs but instead had found a rattlesnake. Thankfully, he wasn’t poised to strike. Moving ever so slowly so I didn’t startle him, I pulled back and let him be. If there were eggs there, he could have them!

Meleesa Stephens

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It was a fun group of people, some older than others, and a whole group of children. The mission was to roam widely in the garden looking for those brightly colored eggs. It sounds easy, but the heat was killing me. I looked for those shaded places and quietly crept into the dark recesses, moving the greenery around and peering intently among the rocks and weeds.
I had hardly noticed them, they were sitting quietly like a well-behaved class of kids but then one of them moved, and another flapped her wings, and the game was up. They were six of those goslings about a few days old, bright eyed and probably well fed for they just sat there quietly as if in deep meditation.
Here I was hunting for Easter eggs but instead found this quiet lot, resting before beginning their journey into life.

Tim Bhajjan