#PhotoPromptFriday: “The Moon” by Alphonse Mucha


Alphonse Mucha is the creator of the art style “Art Nouveau”, and the painter of today’s #PhotoPromptFriday! This piece, titled “The Moon” really strikes me as mysterious, as if she’s hiding a secret, and makes me wonder what that secret is.

Do you know her secret?

Submit your story behind this wonderful piece of art before next Friday for a chance to be featured on my blog with the story at Submissions > #PhotoPromptFriday.

This art was found on wikiart.org and is in the public domain.


#PhotoPromptFriday: “Cimon and Pero” by Peter Paul Rubens


The above scene from last week’s #PhotoPromptFriday is titled “Cimon and Pero”, and it is such a bizarre story to be associated with what first looks like such a lewd image. However, this picture depicts something that is relevant even today: breastfeeding.

The specific narrative that Peter Paul Rubens (1577-1640) presents here is often called ‘Caritas Romana’. The classical story tells how Cimon, an old man, awaiting death penalty by starvation, is frequently visited in prison by his daughter Pero. She secretly breastfeeds him and thus saves her father’s life. One day, her actions are discovered by the authorities, but Pero’s altruism makes such an impression on them that her act is forgiven and in the end, Cimon is released.



I haven’t had time to prepare a narrative to this story, but I promise to release one on Saturday. As such, if anyone else would still like to submit a story to go along with this painting, the deadline has been extended this week until Saturday at 8PM.

#PhotoPromptFriday: Peter Paul Rubens


Peter Paul Rubens is the famous artist behind the word “Rebunesque”, which is often used to describe a person’s form as “plump or rounded usually in a pleasing or attractive way” (Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary). The above painting is one of his trademark portrayals of a woman’s figure, but that’s not why I chose this painting as today’s #PhotoPromptFriday.

For me, this picture is interesting because the man in the picture is an old man in shackles, and the two of them seem to be in a prison. It turns the initial impression of lewdness into a hidden story that I want to know.

Now, I did look up the story to this painting, which I will reveal next Friday with the winner of this painting’s #PhotoPromptFriday, and it’s a pretty cool one that eliminates all thought of naughtiness. I want you to come up with a story that explains the scene portrayed in this painting. Submit it via my #PhotoPromptFriday page, and you could be featured on my blog as the #PhotoPromptFriday winner of the week!

#PhotoPromptFriday: Henry Thomson’s “The mother finding her infant playing with the talons of the dragon slain by the Red Cross Knight”


This piece is Henry Thomson’s “The mother finding her infant playing with the talons of the dragon slain by the Red Cross Knight”. It’s a very long title, which tells you exactly what’s going on. However, I see more than that in this painting, and below is what I was inspired to write by this #PhotoPromptFriday.

Before I post that, however, I would like to announce the winner of this #PhotoPromptFriday, and that is….nobody. I don’t have too many people following my blog, which is to be expected since it’s new, and so no one entered the contest. Hopefully, the next #PhotoPromptFriday will be more inspirational!

Now, without further ado:

Youthful Ignorance
by Kenimich Row,
Inspired by Henry Thomson’s
“The mother finding her infant playing with
the talons of the dragon slain by the Red Cross Knight”

It must have been the moonlight that first gave the dragon away at the edge of the forest. He hadn’t moved for hours, and the wind blew towards him carrying his stench far from the hamlet. Still, the child noticed him, and even managed to sneak up on him, as the first he was aware of her she was licking his scales where they shimmered ever so slightly.

It was an odd sensation, being licked by a such a soft tongue. Being licked by any tongue, really. Dragons, being one of the largest creatures around, typically scared all the lesser creatures, and they definitely didn’t lick each other. But this tiny human cared neither of his size, nor the social niceties that insisted one dragon not link another. She also wasn’t a dragon, so perhaps those niceties didn’t exist between humans and dragons.

As the dragon contemplated what social niceties did exist between their species, the child looked up at his tongue which had curled outward in thought and giggled. With no restraint it reached up and grabbed the tongue. It then proceeded to groom itself with the dragon’s tongue, wiping it along the side of it’s face and hair. All the while it giggled.

The dragon was unsure how to react, but the giggling was infectious, so it decided to join in. The deep rumble that echoed through it’s throat startled the child into silence. It looked up into his eyes, and they stared at each other for a while.

Then the child giggled again.

The dragon rumbled back.

Thus their friendship was born. Giggling and rumbling, they played. The dragon would show the child some strange piece of itself, and then watch as the child reacted in ridiculous funny ways. The child’s favorite feature, it eventually became known to the dragon, was his talons. Though they were razor sharp on the ends, most of them were smooth and round. The child liked to run it’s hands over the hard surface and watch the stars reflect in their golden sheen.

Eventually, the dragon became aware of the sun rising, and insisted the child go home. The child was not yet of an age to communicate too well, but after many a push towards the Hamlet, she eventually got the idea. Waving furtively towards the dragon’s hiding spot near the woods, it hurried away.

It was about this time that a group of knights were entering the hamlet, and they noticed the child’s actions. Curious, they asked the child what it was waving at. The child just bent down, curled her hands in the shape of talons, and then growled. Then she giggled and fell over trying to stand back up.

The knights looked at each other worriedly, thinking they knew all too well what the child mimicked. As one they turned their horses and headed in the direction the child had been waving. The child tried to follow them, racing after their mounts in excitement, but one of the knights’ squire notice. He pulled back his reins and cut her off, giving her a stern look, and pointing in the direction of the town.

The child looked back the way the squire was pointing and then back towards the dragon. Her little finger pointed insistently after the night, and she whimpered in protest as the squire continued to stand in her way.

Eventually, the child grew angry and started to scream. An answering roar and burst of fire filled the air from the edge of the woods. The child’s giggling response turned into another scream as the squire dismounted and scooped her up, physically caring her in the opposite direction. More screams joined the child’s as the knights and dragon began to fight, and the dragon bellowed louder.

The squire ducked into the stone mill nearby and tried to stifle the child’s screams, but she only increased them, and the dragon’s roar increased with them. The dragon itself, however, remained unseen.

Eventually, the dragon’s roar stopped as the child grew tired of struggling. The day grew deathly quiet, and the squire waited. After the silence had stretch long enough, the squire grew impatient and exited the mill, leaving the tired child behind. He was greeted with the site of his knight maters returning wounded buy triumphant from battle.

“That dragon will never terrorize another town.” The knight wearing a red cross announced, and then indicated that the squire remount so that they could be on their way. They had wasted enough of their time in the hamlet already.

Once the knights were gone, the town began to come alive again. The townspeople who had been too scared to live their houses while the dragon bellowed came outside to assess the damage that had been done, and one young woman was looking for something deeply precious to her.

She found it near the forest, behind a tree which had been spared when the area had been cleared for use by the founders of the town. The child stood over the savaged corpse of a dragon, quietly playing with it’s claws.

#PhotoPromptFriday: Henry Thomson


Paintings have been made of famous scenes from famous stories for ages, from the “Birth of Venus” to “David and Goliath”, but on #PhotoPromptFriday we turn that around and write stories inspired by great works of art.

This is a work by Henry Thomson whose title tells the story of the painting, so I’ll save the title of the piece until I post the best story from #PhotoPromptFriday so that you can all have a chance to come up with your own stories for the painting.

To participate in #PhotoPromptFriday, go to the page on my blog #PhotoPromptFriday and submit a story inspired by the art piece. The person who writes the best story will be featured on my blog as a post with a link to their blog, and will be post on the#PhotoPromptFriday page until a new winner is decided.

Have fun and good luck!