CONTEST – “Write a PHOTO DESCRIPTION” – To celebrate my reaching the F-3000 club (Win 10 SBD, 100% upvotes)

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Woohoo. I’ve surpassed “3,000 followers.”


To celebrate this achievement, I’m organizing another short writing contest. (Details below.)

                                             The Contest 

Write a heading and a story about the photo on the left.

You may write whatever you choose.

But first, read the RULES and GUIDELINES in the box below.         [Right-Click Here to Enlarge Photo]

Additional notes

My current upvote is worth about $1.20.  

The deadline for entries is noon on Sunday, 19 August (Thailand time).

Samples of My Writing (for your reference) 

You may want to check out some of my recent photo posts, to see what kind of posts I compose and what kind of writing I like.  They might inspire you or help you. Just understand … creative thievery is condoned, but uncreative copying is never appreciated or tolerated.   

      " This Must be the Place, Home"   (right-click on title)
      "Lady with Lunchbox and Shadows"   (right-click on title)
      "Islam and His Wife, in Their 1-Room Home"   (right-click on title)

Links to my Other Series …


   Introduction to – “Notes from Under the Tatami Mats”  (right-click on title)

      Introduction – "Intro to Vocab-ability"   (right-click on title)
      Guide – "Guide to Entries"   (right-click on title)
      Index– "Index" to all Chapters and Sections   (right-click on title)

      Lou Reed – "Anthology of Memorable Lyrics, Part 1"   (right-click on title)
      Lou Reed – "Anthology of Memorable Lyrics, Part 2"   (right-click on title) Images sourced from Google Images, unless otherwise indicated or unless my own.

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My Entry In Writing Contest

I Heard It Was A Bad Idea…

But never one to pass a chance at a bad idea, I ended up in Mexico with these two. Louie would’ve graduated with me if he had made it out of ninth grade. The son of a wealthy architect, he rebelled and made his fortune opening head shops along the beach and striking rich in pot stocks and cryptocurrency. Now he’s in Bermuda shorts and sandals year round and we probably don’t want to know what’s in that satchel. Teddy, I call “Pony Boy”. He’s from the wrong side of the tracks and actually wears it trendy. Teddy made it to eleventh grade and made some bucks riding the rodeo. There’s nothing impressive about him, but for no reasons at all, he always impressed me. We all ran into each other last Saturday night at Tap Beer Tavern, after not seeing each other for the last four years. We started playing Quarters and somehow ended up on a road trip. I’m married now, have a new tattoo, own a pot stock and a tree house. Me, I was an accountant, graduated top of class. But now I think I’ll stay here.

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

Thank you! It was fun :)

My Entry in Writing Contest

The Staged Scene Near House Seventeen

Awash with blood, the sleeveless t-shirt was discovered not far from here. It now resembled the ruby coloured shirt his friend wore, albeit in much worse shape. We still have not found either of these men, and we can only gather that they were friends, travelling together and enjoying their day.
 
This picture… this is all that remains. Detective Ramos and I found the digital camera next to the sleeveless shirt, and only a single picture was taken. We know this area of town well. It’s not a haven for crime, but then again, this was anything but an ordinary attack. Something here is amiss and the locals are shaken, not speaking a word.
 
Where are the bodies? Why would the culprit leave everything else behind, plant the t-shirt and leave the camera to be found? What we do know is that the house behind these men has no occupants, but someone was there. Inside, the walls are splattered red and a foul stench singes the nostrils. These friends seemingly met here of their own volition… yet, this picture was taken by an unknown party and it's the strongest lead we have. This is someone’s idea of a sick game, and we fear this is just the beginning.

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

Hey @majes.tytyty,

Thank-you so much for selecting my story as a runner up in your contest.
I really enjoyed this contest as it gave me complete freedom over my response :D

Also, thanks to @gandhibaba for the SBD reward as well!
It's greatly appreciated.

Congrats to all the other winners!

Cheers,
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My Entry in Writing Contest

The Reunion

10 years ago they met at the quaint café each having coffee and a cinnamon roll. They became good friends and kept in touch thru emails because they lived in opposite directions. They were young and single then, in their 20’s and both used a bicycle getting there.

They both had families and a regular job now. Deciding to take a break from all the stress of work and family, they had a reunion. They had agreed to meet on the same day and place after 10 years. At the same café and have the same coffee and cinnamon rolls.

One came in on the same bike and the other on a motorcycle. Both older and wiser, still young looking and fit. But one was more lean and muscled by riding his bike to work every day, the other a motorcycle. They posed in front of the café for a picture. Now who do you think owns the bike and the motorcycle?

They enjoyed the time they had together that they planned another reunion in 5 years, this time with their families. Hoping the café will still be there. Maybe this time they will both have cars.

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

thank you so much! And thank you @ ghandhibaba for the sbd

My Entry in Writing Contest

Happy the way we are

We've been friends for so long, and since our high school days, we didn't change a bit. Some people might call us losers for basically living the same kind of life we had 15-20 years ago but we are happy. I still ride my motorcycle every day around my town and my best friend still enjoys riding his bike. Our home town is nothing special but all the houses and building got their own "personality" and that makes this small dirty place special. Yeah, going to live in a big city could be fun and exciting but we really love our simple life here and we would never give this up. Most people in those big cities are always busy but look at us, we are so relaxed and glad that we can have few drinks and enjoy this afternoon doing whatever we feel like doing. Peace, happiness, health that's all we care about.

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

When I read congratulations I thought I won the contest, lol 😢😢😢 anyway thank you for the upvote, hopefully I'll win next time. Thank you. 😊

My Entry in Writing Contest



The Last Card Game



I often look back at this picture of Jimmy and me. He came to visit me from Colorado in Wyoming, where I lived at the time. A troubled kid like most of the kids he lived around.

I asked him where he had gotten the bike. He said, "A card game."

A compulsive gambler he was. He would have bet your car if he could get ahold of the title. It was his addiction that killed him in the end. After betting more than he had in his pocket, he managed to slither his way out the door with another man's motorcycle keys in hand. A fast talker and trickster he was.

I found this out when a man approached me a day after Jimmy left asking if I'd seen a guy on a black motorcycle pass through. His GPS tracking device led him to this location, our mountain town.

I didn't let the man know about this picture, nor let on that I knew Jimmy. However, I read the paper a week later about the tragic way in which Jimmy's body was found.

I couldn't help the kid. He had to do things his own way.

This is indeed of a superb quality. Congrats on winning the grand prize.

thanks. I think it took an hour and a half to write 200 words. lol

My Entry in Writing Contest

When You Have To Pose With the Devil to Get What You Want

The photograph you now see was taken about a decade ago, a few days following my arrival in Thailand.


Seven Days, Seven Troubles

As my custom was anywhere I lived, I hired one chubby-looking fellow named Madi to assist with domestic chores.

However, it chanced that Madi was mad, for he fetched me more troubles than cups of water all the seven days he worked for me.


Motorbike in the Devil's Web

At the peak of Madi's mischief, he sneaked away with my scooter and went on to knock down a small boy in the suburb of Chiang Mai.


Consequently, my scooter was confiscated by the head of a notorious gang whose name was the Devil. And since I was not ready to forfeit my scooter, I showed up in the home of the Devil himself where the stench of marijuana and other hard drugs welcomed me.


When I had paid some hefty fine and secured the released of my scooter, which you now see resting on the haggard wall, the Devil and I posed for the camera. Do not ask me what became of Madi, for I immediately fired him.

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

My entry to writing contest

EVENING POSE WITH ELDER BROTHER
It's been a long time since Bruno (the guy on jeans pant) saw his elder brother Majes( the guy on short pant). Bruno has been very busy with work in the city and he hardly have time for himself. So this particular friday, he made up his mind to visit Majes so as to free his mind from the busy city life and enjoy some calmness in a serene environment.

Majes lives in a small town not far from the city. He so much loves the town because of the natural feel and serenity of the place. Bruno arrived at Majes's place and was very excited to see his elder brother. He's never felt this at home in a long while. The environment was very calm and peaceful and the cool fresh air that was caressing his face made him take off his clothe leaving just the inner wear so he could feel the air more.

Majes was about to show him around the community in the cool evening when he requested that they take a snap shot that he intends to share in his social media pages. "It's so good to feel at home again!" Bruno exclaimed.

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

My Entry in Writing Contest.

Two generations. Two worldviews. Two transport.

In the photo we see two men. One young, carefree. He wants to conquer the whole world. He does not yet know the bitterness of defeat and the saturation of victories. He hurries to live, hurry to catch a bird of happiness. He is confident that a fast motorcycle will help him achieve his goals. He just needs, like air, to go faster than the wind, to go faster than his own thoughts.
The second person is older. He had already caught his bird. He has already gone the way a young man must pass. He reached his peak, and now he does not need a motorcycle. He needs a bicycle to visit the hills at the top and not soon to descend from the top to its sunset. He is already wiser and does not hurry anywhere.
Both are happy. One is from anticipation, the other from what has been achieved.

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

Thank you. Very good photo

My Entry in Writing Contest.

The First Time He Breathe Air.

No, he didn’t go anywhere. Heck, where can he go? With his past always shadowing him. But one day, he went with his gut and rode on his motorcycle, the first time he will be seeing a light. He came across a village and see smiling faces everywhere. He was greeted, he felt warm inside for the first time. All the strolling made him tired so he parked his motorbike near a man of 50’s.

“You lost son?” The man asked him.

“I don’t know, maybe.”

The man in red polo smiled at him. “Well, judging by your face it looks like this is the first time you breathe in years. I hope this will continue for you.”

A look of confusion etched on his face but didn’t respond and simply smiled to the old man.

He was about to go but suddenly the old man spoke, “How about we take a picture of this moment eh?”

Without a word, the old man took out his camera and asked a passerby to take a picture of them.

The old man looked at the young boy again and said, “Capture this moment… your first breath of life son.”

Congratulations. (See my comment above.)

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