Fiction From A Photo – She Has No Past, You Have No Future # 1

Hey everybody,
I’m going to get straight to it. This category is something I have been playing around with for a while now. The premise is I will take a photo I’ve found somewhere and draw whatever inspiration I can from it and write a short, maybe long story from it. Plus, I would like to offer the same opportunity to anyone who wants to follow my lead and use both the photo and/or story title as a prompt. I would love to see examples of other forms of inspiration. It doesn’t have to be a story either. It could be anything from a story, a poem, a song, anything your heart desires.

OK, here’s the beginning of this one for me. I have a few chapters done of this prompt, only I was too excited and reacted. I went with the moment and posted. #amwriting

Don’t forget to tell me what you think in the comments, and let’s see where this goes.

Enjoy!!!

SHE HAS NO PAST, YOU HAVE NO FUTURE # 1

By: Ash Douglas 

Marcus, get up! Come on. It’s not funny.
We have to go.
Do you realize I needed to be home fifteen minutes ago? Not cool.
You know, I’m going to be in deep shit again.
My Uncle is going to kill me for sure this time. 
Marcus?

Marcus laid at the feet of his best friend, barely moving. A few moments ago, he and Alex, the two of them, were running carelessly as fast as they could through the forest. Chasing each other along the old woody footpath away from Deadman’s pond back towards civilization. They had spent their whole Saturday afternoon scouting. On the lookout for a new location to build their secret hideout. Now it was time to head back home. Now it was time to race. No matter where they were going to, or coming from, it was always a race. That day was no different. Alex and Marcus ran as fast as their legs could carry them. Jumping dead tree-trunks, ducking low branches, tagging high pinecones, and scraping their skinny arms and legs along the way. The race was close this time. After a few minutes of running, Alex sensed he was somehow in the lead. He took a chance and risked glimpsing over his right shoulder. He knew his friend could be hot in his tail, but he had to check to see just how far he might be ahead. Marcus was the win-loss record faster of the two. So, it did seem odd to Alex that he could no longer hear the taunts of his best friend. About how good he was and how he was getting tired of winning all the time. Alex heard nothing behind him. Complete silence. He had to look. When he finally turned around, Marcus was nowhere to be seen, he was gone.

To be continued…