Here is your weekly Visual Dare! You can use this photo in one of two ways:
* incorporate it into your current Work In Progress – literally, or figuratively
* use it as a 100 word flash fiction to get the brain going in a different creative direction.
Use the link tool below to submit the post from your blog, OR – if you don’t have a blog – leave it in the comments below.
Here’s your dare:
Angela Goff 
June 6, 2012 at 7:22 pm
Went somewhere dark on this one.
Mommy said the books would help him escape. But she didn’t say which book held the key. The monster pulled into the driveway as he opened the first book. He had just learned to read, and many of the words were big and scary. The monster’s feet tromped up the front walk. Mommy said the books would help him escape. He turned the pages faster, hoping that the magic would be strong enough to help him understand the words. The monster turned the doorknob. It had to be in one of these. Mommy said the books would help him escape.
June 7, 2012 at 3:24 pm
Ohhhh… I am so nervous for the little sweetheart!!
Angela, thank you for a fantastic Visual Dare. I posted on my blog….
June 9, 2012 at 10:01 am
I so want to rescue him!! I love this, it builds the tension beautifully – and I absolutely want to know what happens to him…
June 10, 2012 at 6:22 am
Dark indeed – very atmospheric and “hooking”.
June 10, 2012 at 6:29 am
Mum’s gone to the shops and my sister Tracy is with her boyfriend. Told me to go play. I’m bored. I got these books out to look at the pictures. Not mine. Don’t understand them. I’ll try hard cos I want to read really bad, I do. Not many pictures. Funny words. “Hand” I got. We did “hand” in school.
Try another. Not much better, no dogs in it. Try “say the sound”, that’s what Miss Pearson said. So I point and say but I still don’t understand.
Great – mum’s back!
“Mum! Mum! What’s an orgasm?”
June 10, 2012 at 7:09 am
I’m waiting for my Daddy. He’s a soldier. When he’s not here, I look after Mummy cos Daddy said I’m a big boy now.
Mummy is crying: big fat tears and her eyes are red balloons. Her voice sounds funny. Nobody notices when I take a pile of books. I stack them carefully on the porch. I look at each of the books, but they make no sense. Mummy says the strange black pictures in lines are words that tell a story. But I make up my own stories. I don't need words.
Daddy will be home, soon, won't he?
June 10, 2012 at 9:53 am
OK – in tears now … good enough reaction? Fine piece, thank you.
June 10, 2012 at 5:40 pm
This is creeptastic. Oh goodness, I am in absolute terror for the little guy!
June 10, 2012 at 5:43 pm
WHOOPS. Mom's gotta think fast on this one!! Lesson in a snapshot….those blindside moments are always the ones that make a parent shake their head and go “Huh? How did we get here?” 🙂
June 10, 2012 at 5:44 pm
Heartbreak in a hundred words. O my goodness. *sniiiiiiiiiiiiiff*
Well done! Thanks for joining in on the flash fiction fun!
June 10, 2012 at 5:46 pm
Always so great to see the myriad directions these photos take people. And don't forget – I've got the link tool now as well, so those of you with blogs can post and link through to here — that way we get to read your responses, AND people can click through to check out your own home on the interwebz!
Next photo coming this Wednesday!
June 10, 2012 at 7:23 pm
These all came out beautifully. I am so humbled by the comments people are leaving at my blog post sharing my words from the Visual Dare. Thank you all!
June 11, 2012 at 2:48 pm
Thanks. Me too! 😉
June 11, 2012 at 2:49 pm
It depends on what he finds in the books…
And thanks for the nice comments!
June 11, 2012 at 7:31 pm
Thank you many times over, and for many reasons.
June 13, 2012 at 1:46 pm
My head is whirling about the kind of monster it is… great words!