I love using pictures as inspiration. The goal is to write something about 250 words based on a single picture. It's a great way to get the creative part of my brain kicked into gear and I enjoy the strange places I end up. Sometimes, I'll revisit books I've already written and other times it will be something fresh and new I'm playing with.
This time of year when the temperature fluctuates with the humidity it's not unusual for fog to settle in low areas and I've always loved the look of it. I didn't take this picture but there's a park near by that it reminds me of.
James peered through the lens of his camera and snapped two more photos. He’d come here almost every day in the last week, taking pictures as he waited for the perfect blend of warm earth and cool autumn air. The fog settling over the park this evening might as well been magic.
"Come with me if you want to live." A deep voice came from behind him but James didn’t bother to turn around and possibly miss a perfect moment.
"Whatever, dude.” He’d told his roommate where he was going tonight but obviously hadn’t made it clear enough he wanted to be alone. “I'm not going to the Terminator marathon with you tonight." If he didn’t get these pictures perfect, he’d blow his chance at the opening in the gallery and any possibility of making a living off his art.
A thick arm wrapped around his midsection and lifted him from the ground as if he weight nothing more than a bag of potatoes.
"What the hell!" Something hard jammed against his ribs. A bat or a gun? He had no idea at this point, but this was not his roommate. Fear sent adrenaline coursing through his veins
The deep voice growled sounded right next to his ear, “Who the hell are you? Where’s the film?”
James had spent his entire life standing up to bullies and old habits died as hard as his sense of self-preservation "Who am I? Who the hell are you?"
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I was so excited when I saw this picture and almost immediately I could hear a growly bass voice in my head. To me, there had to be something nefarious hiding in the shadows of this beautiful peaceful scene. LOL
What do you think? (I do apologize for the cliff hanger.) Who do you think the mysterious stranger should be? Hero or Bad guy?
I love the look of fog. Hate driving in it, but love the way it looks from inside the house. This picture reminds of me a Thomas Kinkade painting. It goes well with your excerpt.
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