Instagram Stories 7

The concept of Instagram is to let pictures speak for themselves, consequently most instagramers post a picture without a lot of comments. There are a few that add a poem or a fragment of a bigger story because they are poets or writers. I never just posted a picture and let it stand there. Almost right from the beginning I added at least a caption which would have a connection to the picture somehow. My supershortstories picked up at some point when I had the feeling that captions were simply not enough. These stories are so short, very often just a sentence long, that they are nothing more than just another form of captions. However one might call it, I went for the term supershortstories, which describes it quite well. After all, there is a story behind most photographs I take...

Our group was issued another task and everyone got a car for the pursuit of "the object", but when we rushed

onto the parking lot all vehicles including the rocket backpacks had been diverted for another use.
 

(From the beginning I liked to describe things from a collective perspective, the indefinite group thing prevailing...)

The procurement of necessities was essential. It was of utmost importance

to carry on the feat of daring to go out into the open, no matter the risk.
 

(...sometimes mixed with doomsday elements)

Smitten by fortune and luck for the most time, it was a bit of a misfortune to trip and tumble

while trying to impress my lunch-break walking partner with the one-legged digestive hop.
 

(Accidental photos can be put into odd or bizarre context)

The persons leaning from the makeshift balconies just a minute ago were not to be seen anywhere now. And

what about the small people with their umbrellas on the roof? Also gone. Ok, something was fishy here...
 

(I have repeatedly used anonymous apartment blocks for Orwellian moments)

As an apprentice to the master I was stuck in the middle and couldn't by the life of me come up with

a decent critique of his room. Darn, I wasn't born for this and the missing walls did not help.
 

(Trying to get into an architects mind)

Ha! I knew what that bench was up to, but I surely wouldn't fall for that cheap trick.

Yes, I down- and upright refused to sit down. No siree, not with me!
 

(Even a seemingly boring setting can inspire to nonsense)

It's not because of what he said, but there was this glistening in his eyes somehow

not fitting to the situation as he absentmindedly went up the stairs.
 

(A scene within a scene...)

My objective was to render that umbrella harmless by disarming the woman. Hard to believe that a

little object of everyday life could be the bone of contention between two powers. Easy now...
 

(Love to hatch those agent scenarios)

My contacts told me that the suspect, or the savior as some call him, lives in this inconspicuous

apartment building. From my comfortable vantage point I just have to wait for the next

show that he will undoubtedly start from one of the windows I'm looking at.
 

The close call: As they were standing on the platform to catch the A train, an imaginary force began to force

its steel grip upon the small group. No matter how much they resisted, the force was stronger and

without mercy started pushing them towards the edge of the platform. When the train

pulled into the station the grip loosened and
 

(Abrupt endings are wonderful)

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