HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th EVERYONE!
As super into the paranormal as I am, I'm not a big Friday the 13th person. Its just another day. but wouldn't it have been cool if this was our 13th Flash factory??? But alas, we're only at 12. Oh well. You can't win 'em all. ;-)
Our judge this week is THIRD TIME WINNER Alissa Leonard!
Congratulations on another win, Alissa!
FLASH FACTORY FRIDAY #12
7/13/12
Alissa's 3 Word PROMPT:
fringe, clip, guardian
***YOU MUST USE ALL THREE WORDS***
AND
To make it extra fun, let's try to make it Friday the 13th related, shall we?
AND
I'm going to call on my HOST privileges here, and include THREE pictures. You may choose one, or choose none, but regardless of the pictures, you must use ALL THREE of Alissa's words. Sound good?
Oh, and if you do choose a picture, let us know which one in your entry.
*I took all three of these pictures, so no copyright issues here. ;-)
Ready ... set ... FLASH!
To Review:
PROMPT (varies each week)
50 word minimum / 350 word limit
24 hours
The full rules are HERE
GO!
*Remember, post your entry right here in the comments, please! Don't forget to include word count AND Twitter handle! (Or another way for me to reach the winner!)
Twitter: @Anyechka
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Most couples didn’t take a honeymoon to Chicago, not did most couples take a honeymoon to tour famous haunted cemeteries. But Vikki and Avraham David had always prided themselves on not being like other people, on having interests and viewpoints seen as fringe by so-called mainstream society. And it just seemed right after they’d had their first kiss in Boston’s Granary Burial Ground.
“You think someday we’ll have one of these ornate tombs?” Vikki asked as she adjusted her hair clip. “I don’t want something boring that only has our names and dates.”
“I’d love to spend eternity in a haunted cemetery, whatever kind of stone I have. The older the better. It’s too bad Granary doesn’t do burials anymore. We’ll probably end up getting buried in our synagogue’s cemetery, wherever that is by the time we pass on.”
Vikki felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see a middle-aged woman with an oversized Grateful Dead T-shirt.
“Do you happen to know the way to Charles Hull’s grave?”
“Oh, no, we only got here a little while ago,” Avraham David said. “We’ve never been here before. I’m from Boston, and my wife is from Atlantic City.”
The woman stared in amazement. “So you got a parent or guardian to sign for permission to get married underage?”
“We’re both eighteen. We’re starting Boston University in the fall.”
“We’re well aware of the fact that it’s no longer exactly common to get married fresh out of high school,” Vikki said. “And to answer your first question again, no, we don’t know where Charles Hull is buried.”
“So what are you doing in Chicago?” The woman was struggling to compose herself.
“We’re on our honeymoon. We love old cemeteries and ghost stories.”
“We’re at Rosehill primarily to see the monument to Frances Pearce and her baby daughter,” Avraham David went on. “After this, we’re going to Bachelor’s Grove. I can’t wait to see all those ghostly sights and sounds it’s famous for.”
The woman walked away in a daze.
Forgot to add that I used the first picture, of the cemetery.
ReplyDeleteNo flash from me right now, but I just wanted to say I love that last picture!
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