Tag Archives: #Sunday Photo Fiction

SPF: If She Only Knew

When he’d left for his second tour of duty, he’d promised himself it would be better, but it wasn’t. Now here he was, back again, and here she was, eagerly waiting for the man she would soon be calling her … Continue reading

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SPF: Always and Forever [The Originals -Fanfic]

Right, so I’m officially head over heels for the hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson and as the writers decided to give him and subsequently us, major heartbreak by allowing (spoiler alert!) Cami to die in his arms,  I hope to placate myself … Continue reading

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SPF: Honourable Choices

“Callie! It’s over!” Reaching the edge of the pier, Agent Callie turned around slowly. Jake’s gun was pointed straight at her head. “You’re right, Jake, it is over,” she said softly, and took another step towards the edge. There was … Continue reading

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SPF: A Caring Son

Jonathan loved collecting bottles. Soon, all the shelves in his room were full of them, so he started lining them on the floor. “Jonathan! That’s it, you need to get rid of some of these useless bottles!” said Dad angrily. … Continue reading

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SPF: Wants and Needs

“But Harold!” “Oh, come on!” “No! I don’t like the pool here!” “It has a great pool! And don’t you start about the food next!” “Oh, I get it, so only your opinions matter, I don’t have a say at … Continue reading

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SPF: Accountability

“But Master…” “SILENCE!” Evil’s piercing glare made his black-horned minions cower in fear. Evil settled back on his throne, the goblet dangling in his clawed grasp. “Like I said, we now have no need to roam that wretched planet and … Continue reading

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SPF: When Being First Matters

Letting go, rising above, being the first to apologize….Gloria’s thoughts arrested at the last one, as she sat cross legged on the mat. The serene voice on her iPod continued and she quickly inhaled, eyes closed, trying to focus, but … Continue reading

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