A New Rebellion

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Hidden among the modern edifices of the sprawling city, the building suggested religious observance, a strict adherence to rules, and practices steeped in history. Instead it housed a rising Phoenix, the spirit of those that revolted against the oppression of the Romans. Centuries later, the small group planned to fight against the oppression of the current rulers.

“This time we need to get leaders in government and business on our side. Let’s be smart so that we can prevail. Think French Revolution!”

The embers stirred as one of the most powerful men of the country walked into the age-old synagogue.

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2019

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

Friday Fictioneers: Hopeless

PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman
PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

The gloomy surroundings were free of hope and laughter. Mothers hurried their children home and old folk scurried along as fast as they could. The area had long been forgotten by those who had the power to change things. Parks were neglected and maintenance crews were slow to do repairs. Nature, however, has a way of providing beauty. Signs of Spring pushed through the gritty soil, suggesting hope and renewal. The colour and optimism of the flower did not last. The gang members gathered near the natural beauty and trampled the plants heartlessly. Their dominance remained unchallenged.

friday-fictioneers-badge© Colline Kook-Chun, 2016

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

Water

PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary
PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

The water crept up overland during the night. Unseen. Acres of crops were submerged; animals and humans drowned. The tranquil water caused panic among the villagers – especially when those on the higher ground refused them entry into the barricaded compounds. The wealthy did not consider the lives of the menial hands. What they saw was the rising water and the limited space on the hillside. A few days later the water crept back to sea, leaving behind muddy devastation. Carrion fed and the survivors were left with the task to begin again with nothing except their soft hands and intellect.

friday-fictioneers-badgeDo you think the wealthy have any regrets about helping the workers gain acess into the compound?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2016

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

Waiting

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

The stool in front of the spinet remained unused; the ivory keys untouched. Each day the instrument was lovingly dusted by the faithful servant in the hopes that her young charge would return. The mother stared unseeingly through the window, thinking of the day her beloved daughter had flounced out of the room on the arm of her young beau. They had warned her he was a scroundrel who would not be able to support her. She had laughed, claiming “love would find a way”. They had searched for them but to no avail. Now they waited for the inevitable.

friday-fictioneers-badgeWhat do you think will be the inevitable?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2016

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

Finding Support

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood
PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

The Learjet waited on the tarmac, engines running. The officials hurried into the plane, eager to begin. The task? Flying to hot spots around the world in an effort to gain support for their subversive programme. They had been told that without these signatures, the project they had been working on would not materialise. The plan? To become, once again, a true patriarchial society. The tides had been changing in the last few decades and women needed to be subdued. The men sat in their seats and decisively snapped on their seatbelts. First stop: London.

What do you think their plan is?

friday-fictioneers-badge© Colline Kook-Chun, 2016

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

The Cemetery

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
Photo prompt © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode. It was on a prime piece of land, the slope of the hill awarding magnificent views. Developers were keen to buy the property, raze the cemetery, and build high end homes. Eventually money bought them their wish even though the locals fought long and hard against it. Much to the chagrin of the city-based land developing company, the site appeared cursed: workers were seriously injured, equipment malfuntioned, material went missing. In spite of the delays, the dream homes were built and stood in their glory on the side of the hill. But selling the homes proved to be difficult as stories of ghost apparitions circulated; and the homes that were sold were soon emptied by the unhappy spirits. They had not liked their resting place disturbed.

mondays-finish-the-storyWould you live in a house built on a razed cemetery?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015

This story was inspired by Mondays Finish the Story. Each week bloggers are encouraged to write a story of 100-150 words based on a photo prompt and sentence starter)

Test Subjects

PHOTO PROMPT - © Claire Fuller
Photo Prompt – © Claire Fuller

The nurse walked down the corrider, passing the sealed doors that housed the test subjects, the detritus of human life who offered nothing to society. They had been given the opportunity to contribute something meaningful to mankind’s future as the experiments being conducted on them would result in the knowledge needed to protect humanity against the invaders. Humans needed to adapt and evolve – the outcasts would help with the knowing of how.  The nurse entered a cell, needle ready. The girl inside turned, magnificent in her added height and strength. She no longer needed the treatment.

What do you think happens next?

friday-fictioneers-badge© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015

(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)

 

Seek and Find

Matthew wrote “seek and ye shall find”, implying that a person knows what it is to look for. The first step in finding what you need is knowing what it is you need.

Each day thoughts run through our minds on what it is we want: one of those delicious cupcakes displayed in the window, the red flashy car that has driven past, the latest fashion magazine that has just hit the shelves. And yet, do we know what it is we need? As I reflect on what I need, I think on things such as love, security, work that is fulfulling, my health. And has God given me these things? Yes He has – but I had to go and find it.

“Seek and ye shall find” suggests that we actively look for what it is we need. I think of my need to have a satisfying job. I could have continued working in an office environment answering phones and doing bookkeeping transactions. Instead I pursued my desire to teach again in a school board that promises, not only to offer job security, but a chance to work anywhere in the city. If I had not volunteered, spoken to people, applied many times and put myself forward I would not be where I am today – teaching in the school that I wished to work in.

Love does not come to you if you do not open yourself to others; work does not come to you if you do not apply for it; contentment does not exist f you do not work towards making your life stress-free. And if you do not know what it is you need, you are unable to work towards your goal.

I do seek in order to find – and I do so with intent. I have reflected on what it is I need and I work towards it. And as I do so, I remember what my mother always said to my sisters and I while we were growing up: “God helps those who helps themselves.”

Five-Minute-Friday-badgeDo you actively seek what you need?

 © Colline Kook-Chun, 2015

(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt: Find)

 

Apple of Her Eye

She said I was the apple of her eye. She said that no one would ever replace me; that she would never cherish anyone as much as she did me. All through my childhood I remember her being there: catching me before I fell, giving me what I wanted before I even knew it myself. There is not a moment in my life when I do not remember her being there. I was the apple of her eye; but she had been my rock.

She has forgotten those words she said to me so long ago.

I am a middle aged man now and no longer live with her. Instead I have set up a home with a woman I love more than life itself. We are happy, my love and I, and we decided to complete our happiness with a child of our own. He was born a year ago and, from that day on, I noticed the change.

He became the center of her attention. He was the one she would coo at, the one she wanted to spend time with, the one she would look out for. She cast me aside, saying that my wife should be the one to look after me.  She had said that I would always be the apple of her eye; but now she cherishes my son more than me. I look at her holding my child and realise that this is the way it should be. I hold my wife close to me, secure in the knowledge that my boy will have three adults to watch over him and give him what he needs before he even realises it.

Who is the apple of your eye?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015

(This flash fiction was inspired by Laura’s Literary Lions prompt: Eye)

My Work Day Begins

I approach the large double doors and open them, stamping my feet to remove the snow clinging to my boots. As I enter the corridor and move towards my room I take off my hat and gloves, grateful to be out of the cold and bracing morning air. I stand in front of the cream-coloured door, rummaging in my bag to search for my keys. Ah, found them! Unlocking the entrance to my domain, I feel the warmth welcome me. Thankfully I shrug off my coat and sweater. I am not too enamoured of the clothing we wear mid-winter because, as my children say, “we feel like snowmen!”

I look down at my desk covered with papers to correct, photocopies for the week, and my daily plan. I zero in on what I have prepared for today, noting the daily message. Walking over to the white board, I pick up the black marker and begin: “Aujourd’hui c’est mercredi le ….”  I think of my assistant of the day who will read what I am currently writing: a six year old with wispy blonde hair and the enthusiasm of a child eager to please. I am hoping she will be able to read the words we have been learning this week: regarde, les yeux, la vue.

Once the morning message is up, I make sure the disc is in the CD player ready for when we sing our songs. Currently we are learning the vocabulary for body parts and I always savour the enjoyment I see on twenty faces as they sing the French version of “Head, shoulders, knees and toes”.  I look around the classroom decorated with posters detailing grade one vocabulary. The bright colours are a comfort to me, assuring me that this space is conducive to the journey of discovery my students are on. I check that all the activities needed today are ready: the necessary books, papers, and cards in the orange and red coloured boxes (red for “arrete, pas fini” and orange for completed tasks). Crayons, markers, scissors and glue sticks adorn the tables; all set neatly in their place and ready to be used.

The bell rings and a few minutes later the chatter, clatter and noise of children enter the building. Backpacks are hung on hooks, jackets unzipped, boots kicked off and snowpants pulled off. Red-cheeked children enter the room through the doorway I had opened half an hour ago.  “Bonjour Madame!”

“Bonjour les enfants.”

And so my day begins.

Where do you spend your day?

(This post was inspired by the folks at WordPress and the Weekly Writing Challenge.)