Writing Tip: Create a Story Around Your Photography

Hello, writers, bloggers, and unicorns! 🙂 This is the kind of thing that I don’t normally post on here, but I had a great idea for a story as I was taking pictures of Brooke outside. I also have some tips that will help you when writing or give you some ideas!

  1. Use nature as a writing prompt. If you see a leaf, you can make into something symbolic for a story or make up a dramatic line for a story. An example:

The leaf fluttered away in the gentle summer breeze. The sun shone brightly, the flowers were everywhere. But to me, everything served as a reminder that nothing stays forever. The pink peonies’ ruffled petals reminded me of the lacy pink dresses my sister used to wear. Suddenly, something as happy as a flower could make me want to cry. 


I went to her grave the next day. It was hard to believe that my sister, the one who had lived and breathed and loved once was under the cold, unforgiving, earth. I sank to my knees and wished for my sister to come back. But it turns out that that was once upon a time. Wishing for things was behind me now. Wishing does not exist in a world where my sister does not either. 

Here’s another one I came up with after taking this photo:

Dewdrops scattered the ground and the moonlight illuminated the sky. Dewdrops, I thought. The tears of the angels. 

Even if it’s just one sentence, it can make a big difference in your story.

I was alone. It was an awful feeling, but I hardly remembered a time where other humans roamed the Earth anyway.

Run. The word was in big, flashing lights in my head. The world was no longer safe for people like me. A watch was of no use, I had been running for hours already. Time never mattered anyway. I kept running until my legs were sore, until I couldn’t breathe, until I reached a place I no longer recognized as Earth. 

See how that works? Each of the short stories I wrote have a common theme, so I could probably mush that into one big story.

I will be posting this on both of my blogs, just an FYI.

What are your thoughts? Did this help you?


The Dress Your Doll Challenge- #1

Hi! Mydollneighborhood is doing a contest called the Dress Your Doll Challenge! I’m on Team Sea Lions. 🙂 Team Sea Lions .png

Photo credit: Shannon

The first category is nautical theme! I took Ruthie outside and snapped a few photos of her.DSC02135.JPGDSC02132.JPG

I had more, but these were my two favorites. 😉 About her outfit:

Bathing Suit: found at Target

Coverall dress: also Found at Target

Sandals: Spring Breeze Outfit

Headband: Spring Breeze Outfit

Flower: Girl’s hair clip

Ruthie says, “Aloha!” 🙂

On another note, I’ve been working on a story. It doesn’t have a title yet (I usually come up with titles at the end of my writing) but I am still very proud of it! Let me know what you think in the comments.


I woke up screaming. And honestly, that’s not the weirdest thing I’ve ever said. Suddenly, I felt my feet carry me to my sister, Carmen’s room. I popped my head in and found that she was fast asleep-it was only 3 o’clock in the morning. I shook her awake anyway. “Pack a bag,” I whispered. “We need to get out of here.”

Rylee!” Carmen tugged on my arm. Her hands were cold and clammy, and I wondered if she’s really been sleeping. “What’s going on?” She asked. Her voice quavered. “Just pack.” I instructed her. Five minutes later, we left the house, hand in hand, and watched it blow up behind us.

Our parents left us when Carmen was only a baby. I was four. I took care of her. By myself, without any friends. I didn’t have any anyway. We lived in a little cottage on Nutmeg street, and an old lady had given us her house when she saw us. Well, we used to live there, before it blew up. I knew something was wrong. I’d felt unsafe since the moment I’d entered through the creaky little door. As my sister and I crept through the night, I felt a twinge of pride at getting us both out safely. A few minutes later I heard something crack. Carmen looked up at me apologetically. She’s just stepped on a stick. I shoved her out of the way as I heard someone-or something-coming.

A boy, about my age, towered over me. “Someone is trying to hurt you,” he remarked. “No, really, kid? What are you doing at this time of night? How do you know me?” I demanded.

” I don’t.” He retorted, then recoiled. “I’m helping you. I saw something blow up, was that your house?”

Who is this kid, Captain Obvious?

He continued, ” You need to come with me…your life is forever changed, and your sister’s might be too, so you’d better cooperate.” I reluctantly agreed and followed him through the trees of the forest that was as dark as my thoughts.

His royal obviousness (I mean, the boy) pulled me after him and the three of us finally sat down on patches of grass and twigs. “So, did I make a good first impression?” He asks nervously. I wanted to punch him. “The first thing you said to me was, ‘someone is trying to hurt you’! What kind of a first impression is THAT?!” He hid a smile. “Okay, let’s start over. I’m Aaron. Very nice to meet you. Ummm….sorry, didn’t catch your name?” I rolled my eyes. ” Should’ve thought of that before you dragged me through a bunch of trees,” I muttered, picking a leaf out of my hair. “I’m Rylee.”

“Uh, Rylee?” Aaron called. “What?” I growled.

“Are you, uh, hungry?”

“Do you see a McDonald’s anywhere here?”


“Then no, I’m not hungry.” And with that, I turned over and tried to sleep.


After a terrible night’s sleep, I actually did feel hungry. Aaron came into the clearing just then and popped something into his mouth. “Berries,” He explained. Want some? I nodded as he dropped a few red berries into my palm. Carmen groggily yawned, “Where…are… we?”

“Ask him,” I pointed at Aaron, who groaned.

“Look, I know you’re not happy to be here,” he said. “But I can explain…”

“All right, then.” I answered cockily. “Explain. Why am I here? What do you mean, our lives are ‘forever changed’?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” Aaron sighed finally. “But Elaine is after you.”

I gritted my teeth. “Who. Is. Elaine.” My patience was seriously wearing thin with this guy! “Don’t you know anything?” Aaron shot back. “She’s the evil witch who hates children…wears a long dark blue robe…has willowy blond hair, walks with a staff?” This was all useless information for me. Carmen, however, seemed to understand. “I-I’ve seen her,” she managed. “In my dreams.”

“Your dreams?!” Aaron shrieked. “You dream about that?!”

“Er, my nightmares?” Carmen sounded confused, and so was I. “It sometimes keeps me up at night,” she admits.

Aha. So I was right. “But, how does this help?”

My sister is the first to speak this time. “Oh, Ry, can’t you see? Now we know why we are in danger. We can save ourselves.”

I think this is all crazy, that there is no possible way that this is my life. But for now, I must escape. I must run.


Dun, dun, DUN!!! Cliffhanger! Mwahaha! Would you like me to post more parts of this?

Adios! 😉

~Rutvi ❤