For Bluepootle's prose challenge, which involved writing a piece inspired by a Botero painting (of a rather large naked lady lying on a bed & eating fruit). This is a script, heavily influenced by Catherine 'O Flynn's 'What was Lost'. Does it make any sense?

For the workshop challenge about Botero's The Letter.

For bluepootle's prose challenge to write something inspired by Columbian artist, Fernando Botero's painting, 'The Letter' Somewhere near Reus, 1976......

In any field, man is naturally competitive - but there can only be one winner. For his rival, that can be a bitter pill to swallow.

The long awaited chapter 3 of my science fantasy book. The main group of prophesied characters are brought together under a tense atmosphere. Tensions are high as the wolves attack... Note: this section uses a mix of languages for the first time. The languages of the different races is currently under a major review but it won't be brought in until the next draft. I'm well aware they are not particularly creative (yet).

The one where imp creates vitruvian man and crashes the only model of an ornithopter.

Have you got an 'ology'? No? You may soon have....

A tale of brave Ulysses.

Dilya is Uzbek. She is nine years old and tomorrow is her birthday.

“Wear it so’s it shows,” he said, “or you’ll get y’seff mugged sure as y’wearin’ wing tip shoes.”

Fourth chapter of WANIAY novel. I've rewritten this substantially following useful crit from delph_ambi, e_griff & Geoff_N. It boils down to the line: 'I'm talking testicles, Roger'.

A sequel to a piece I wrote some time back called Infinite Possibilities and also my effort for last Wednesday's F/P/P Challenge set by Mandrake

In this one imp tears up the picture of Dorian Gray and gets killed by his other self ...

“Mr. Armani, if I may say so ... your cigar.”

Invented for my son's bedtime stories. There's more ...

This is my street. Most of what is written here is true. I'm not really a nosy nieghbour, it's just that this stuff is hard to miss.

Juma invests his capital in a highly productive venture.

Life can be cruel in so many ways. I know I put this on before, but when I was at an all time low with my writing, I deleted it, but I have edited again and put it back on as it had been nominated.

Maybe she didn't, but then again, maybe she did.

hello everyone. I'd like to thank you all for reading, and an especial thanks to those of you who've reviewed. In particular, those with critical reviews. Wihtout criticism, I won't improve. This is the "end of part one" bit of the book, so it seemed like a good place to stop. I'd be interested to hear if anyone would actually spend the money to buy the next bit. After all, that's what it's ultimately about, I suppose, being paid for writing. To me. that seems like a dream, but it clearly happens to some people. Anyway, thanks everyone, and best wishes with your own work.

I think I still have a problem with commas

Artisus's wednesday Prose/poetry/ challenge, My effort. Written with my tongue firmly fixed in my cheek.

imp is back from the wilderness ....

Filmed entirely in the back seat of a 1925 Chrysler touring car. * * *

Only three more chapters to go, and here's the first of them. (2700 words)

A little late, I agree, but written for Sirat's May Challenge. The theme - Self Delusion. Not sure if it works, but I'll let the reader decide.

A bizarre Accident report.

here's the next chapter folks.

"This is the fourth queen, already. Queens are not his trouble.

Again another one from the weekly flash challenge. I put this on another website and it got 14 reads in a week - so I guess nobody wants to read about sheep....

Self-delusion or reality? Can Ellen possibly be turning into a toadstool? Who is deluded anyway, Ellen or Stephen? You decide.

This is my story submission for my own challenge; the theme of self-delusion. I found it a lot more difficult than I expected but eventually came up with something. I hope you like it.

It was inspired by the words of the Janis Ian song Some Peple's Lives.

It's always good to have a laugh at those less fortunate than ourselves, isn't it? (No, I'm not sure why this is under "fiction" either...)

The race for the Death Star...I mean the White House is hotting up!

One of the first stories I ever wrote (2002). It was full of 'telling' and exclamation marks. I have rewritten it substantially and hope it works better now. As it didn't for some, I've edited it again :-) It's for David's challenge, the subject of which is self-delusion. I wonder if people will know what it's really about? Perception is everything..........

See if you can discover the exact moment this goes wrong. For the Prose Workshop Challenge of self-delusion.

hi everyone. I'm posting the next little bit as a few kind folk have expressed an interest. Thanks to everyone for reading! WARNING: little bit of mild sex here, don't read if you'll be offended

Dangerous driving, culminating in a bit of pleasant dalliance.

Hi folks This is the prologue and first chapter of my self-published book "Abandoned" I'd love to hear your comments, and will post more if anyone's interested.

'My Life' again ... This starts with a simple description of what a business plan is - so if you know, skip the start - the point being it ends up with a wee (true) story (hopefully amusing) about where the money went when shares crashed after 2000.

This has been criticised by a good author. i'm not sure. Appreciate any comments you can come up with ...

I was blind sided I guess

He might not be on duty tonight, please God… Edited with grateful thanks to Griff and Sirat for their invaluable advice.

My last entry to the weekly prose challenge. I didn't win, but that's not really the point to these challenges. They're usually fun and very good natured, and best of all they get me writing, comma's and all ....

Juma describes his three wedding nights. He also offers to find a pretty girl for me to marry.