Polychrome Zone

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Welcome to the polychrome zone

Where mat white has no home

Monotone spaces are eschewed

All our surfaces are spray paint imbued

Please feel free to leave your tag

No New Roman printing is the only snag

Welcome to the polychrome zone

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Photo Challenge #378

Predator

George Natsioulis

Nadia stood on the platform and waited for the 10:25 to arrive. She was aware of the presence behind her, and felt the eyes taking in her every move.

I just need to keep calm, she thought to herself. Don’t let on that you know you’re being watched.

The 10:05 arrived and an elderly couple disembarked and made their way to the car park.

She gave a sideways glance in that direction as their headlights disappeared into the night. Now the car park was empty, and she knew she was truly alone exept for the watcher.

There was the sound of a throat being cleared in the dark, and while she tensed slightly, she didn’t start. In fact, she did her best to give the impression that she hadn’t heard it.

As the 10:15 express sped past the small station, she reached into her bag and took out a mint which she placed into her mouth and she slowly sucked it allowing its sweet cooling taste to calm her.

At 10:22 she heard the approaching foot steps.

This is it, I guess, she thought as she turned on her heels and bared her fangs.

It was often a challenge being a vampire, but sometimes some of these town boys made getting a meal just a little too easy.


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Photo Challenge #371

Dine-astic

The cafe began to feel like her only real home. Lily had a room in a shared house, but her housemates were not what they had seemed when she first signed the lease. She couldn’t exactly move either, as affordable accomodation in her university town was in short supply. So, her life revolved around going to lectures, and nursing a coffee at the cafe in her off time until she was forced to return to her noisey room, and the mess generated by her partying housemates.

Weekends were even worse as there were no classes or lectures to attend. But Margy, the owner filled the gap for her by offering her a job behind the counter on non-school days. To her surprise Lily really enjoyed it. She liked the banter with Margy, and the other barista, Kate, as well as the interactions with the customers.

Just as she was preparing to finish her second year of uni, Margy’s son David came to the cafe and the two hit it off instantly. Before long the two were a couple, and by the time she was about to graduate they announced their engagement.

Then to her surprise, Margy announced she was giving the cafe to them as a wedding present. The cafe had indeed become a home, and she and David would carry on the coffee dynasty.


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First Line Friday

Solace

A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. Even after those smooth, sweet, creamy sips have calmed your nerves, the underlying misfortune will still be there. Angie found this out when whe went to tell her mum about her break-up with David.

“And I tought we were soulmates,” she sobbed. “All the while he was playing around behind my back.”

“Tisk tisk, Sweetie,” her mother said. “How about me putting the kettle on?” Which of course was the appropriate English response in such situations.

As Mum poured the tea, Angie spilled-out her heart.

Mum listened patiently, and occasionally gave knowing “hmms” or “tisks.”

“How about another?” Mum asked, and puffy-eyed, runny-nosed Angie sniffed and nodded.

This time Mum had brought out some chocolate digestives as well, and they dunked and sipped, as Angie seemed to finally have unloaded all that she was capable of.

“How are you feeling Sweetie?” Mum at last asked.

“Shattered, but a bit better,” Angie said honestly.

“It will take time, Love,” Mum said passing Angie a tissue and the last biscuit.

Angie nodded, and then gave a feeble smile.

A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything, but along with a couple of biscuits, it sure does help.


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First Line Friday

Fame’s Reward

– Google

His wife had warned him not to exult in vain praise

But he did not listen, as he enjoyed fame

All was to much and he got a big head

And now he can’t get up – out of the bed

The moral is simple

Humble remain

For the cost of vanity

Will surely be pain


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Blossom

Couple running through field

Carl and Linda had followed the instructions precisely, and sure enough the blossom was just where the instructions said. Now it was just a matter of getting back to the checkpoint before the time ran out on the scavenger hunt.

“Fifteen minutes,” Carl warned.

“Don’t get too far ahead, the rules say we need to arrive together,” Linda reminded him.

“Then hurry, Sweetie. Fourteen and half minutes and a hundred thousand is ours.”

“I’m doing my best,” she said as he tugged her along.

Little did they know that the production company had another couple of surprises for them before they could get back to the checkpoint.


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Photo Challenge #354

Darker Than The Fog


The damp fog refused to burn away, eating up their street until the suburb became still and their house an island. This was no tropical paradise, however, but a bleak craggy isle buffeted by waves. Fog or no, the island home had its own issues, and marital discord and strife made for an unpleasant existence. I say existence, as it was no life. Living always on a knife-edge, perpetually walking on proverbial eggshells, had taken its toll. Now with the creeping fog making escape from the island home difficult, it would only be a matter of time until the damp of the surrounding fog would be the least of their problems.

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First Line Friday