This blog is for all who desire to create with words and images.
You are encouraged to participate in any way that is meaningful to you.

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All prompts beneath the photos are only suggestions.
You are free to use the photo to be inspired to write any way you desire.
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There is no deadline on posting,
you may offer your writing to any prompt anytime.
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Write and you are a writer.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Gone Fishin'

Photo by Simply Heather
Visit her Blog - http://joyfulbussin.blogspot.com/
And her Photo Blog - http://simplyjoyfulphotos.blogspot.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Write about going fishing.



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I didn't understand him. My father would go out to that river every Sunday and would fish. My mother didn't allow anyone else to go with him. We would all go to service. What gave him the right to skip out of it? He called it his religion. I only remember my mother mentioning church to him once and I'll never forget his reply.

"I learn more out there at the water than I ever will from that man's preaching."

I wondered what he meant by that. What could he possibly learn from the river water? All I learned from the river was how to get my shoes dirty and my mother mad. Or perhaps how to catch a frog without his expecting anything.

But still, my father went out every Sunday.

Finally one Sunday I didn't bother asking my mother again. I asked him instead.

"Dad, can I go with you today?"

He didn't look up from the fly he was tying. He didn't look up to see the disapproving look in my mother's eyes. All he did was nod once and say, "Yes, I guess it's about time you try my religion."

My mother didn't have anything to say to that. She just pursed her lips and went back to getting my little sister's ribbon tied in her hair. I knew she was upset, but I didn't care. I didn't want to go to church today. I didn't want to sit in the pew and hear the same man talk about the same things again. I wanted to understand my father.

I helped my dad carry his equipment to the truck. It made me feel important in a way. I also felt a little out of place. I was so used to wearing my uncomfortable Sunday best on this day of the week. It felt a bit odd to be dressed in my play clothes.

It wasn't long and we were standing at the river together. He hadn't said a word. Once in a while he would whistle through his teeth as he tied a fly to his line. I sat on a rock next to him as he waved the pole over his head and into the water.

It was so still. There was not even a breeze in the air. The water was crystal-like and showed the reflection of the trees like glass. The only motion was my father and his line, and the slight ripple it made in the water. It was quiet. It continued to be this way for some time. Once in a while there would be a slight jerk to his line and he'd reel in a fish just like that. It looked easy enough to me. I could have fallen asleep if the rock I sat upon was more comfortable.

Then after what felt like an hour or so, he turned to me. "Come over here and try this out."

I took a hold of the rod and he showed me how to work it. It seemed easy enough.

Then I felt a little tug and my father told me to start reeling. So I did.

All at once the tension was gone and the line came in quickly.

I'd broken the line.

He told me to be more gentle. He told me that the big fish that bite are going to put up a fight, that I have to be patient and they will get tired before me.

Then he took back the pole.

And I resumed by position on the rock.

What happened next I will never forget. I will forever remember the way it was. There was a tug on his line and away he went. He was in the water! He kept a hold of his pole and started splashing through the water. I didn't understand it. What was he doing? Doesn't that scare the fish away? But there was still tension on his line. He headed down the river and I followed along the bank watching until he came up with a fish the size of his whole arm.

I didn't understand it then, but I never forgot it. Now I understand what made it a religion.

We may fight with things to the point of breaking, but if we have the patience to hold on, if we are gentle and submissive, we will come off conquerer. He had waited for the fish to get tired. He had kept his line from breaking. And he had won.

I didn't go with my father on Sunday again after that. I went back to church as Mother said. But I never forgot the experience and I never will.

Dani

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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Sweet


Photo by Crazy Mo
Visit her photo blog at - http://photosbymo.blogspot.com/
And her main blog at - http://thosevoices.blogspot.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Write a poem with a chocolate theme.


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I walk into the house
And I know mom is here;
Chocolate chip cookies
Are baking, it is clear.

Some are in the oven,
Others on the table;
I stuff them in my mouth -
Forget reading labels!

There is no need to ask,
I know what they're made of:
Twenty hugs, ten kisses,
And a lifetime of love.

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Friday, May 29, 2009

The Two of Them

Photo by Cyndy
For more of Cyndy's Photography visit
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Suggested prompt...
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The two of them stood and talked about their plan...



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Today was the day. Mel could feel it in his bones. He told Alice as they stood at the fence waiting for their morning hay. The blue sky shimmered even though it was still early morning. From their usual vantage point they could see the man come out of the house below. He paused on the porch to scratch under his arms. Mel snorted and pawed the ground. If today was the day, then he wanted to get on with it.

Alice thought about why they were escaping. The man was kind enough, but he didn't pet them or bring them carrots, like the little boy used to, where they lived before. He just brought them food, hitched them to the plow, and expected them to pull it. He brushed them down in the evening, fed and watered them, and expected to do the same the next morning. Mel thought this was an insult to his intelligence. Besides, he missed the carrots.

Finally the man ambled off to the barn. Mel and Alice trotted over to the gate. After another long wait, the man came out of the barn carrying a hay bale on a pitchfork. He ambled over to the field gate, chuckling at the burros' impatience. "You two sure are in a hurry today." He set down his load and began to open the gate, still chuckling. "Just hold your horses," he said, chortling at his own wit. "Your food is coming."

He opened the gate and turned away to pick up the pitchfork handle again. Mel brayed and charged head down. He caught the man in the midsection and knocked him down. Mel didn't stop but kept on going, running down the hillside. Alice followed, avoiding the man struggling on the ground. They ran together towards the rising sun. Mel brayed, "I knew we could do it! Now for our old home and carrots!"

morganna

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Mountain Tram

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
Jim's Photography can be found at Picasa and Fotothing
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Suggested prompt...
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Consider a scenario of why you are on this tram.
Now write creatively using that idea.



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I was trying to prove to myself that I had courage, that day. On the tram, high above everything and looking down at the rocks below me.

Who was I trying to fool? Me, all by myself, proving courage to who? And why?

I've always been afraid of heights. I suppose that I was annoyed; sick and tired with this fear that took over me, out of control in those moments. I thought I could overcome it by way of force.

So, here I am...on this tram, all alone and scared to death. Somebody, anybody; please help me.

Simply Heather

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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Wish

Photo by Simply Heather
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Suggested prompt...
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Make a wish and offer it here, or include a wish in your writing creatively, or both.



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Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight

The last time I saw her, we sat on the steps of the back porch making a wish and planning our future. She wanted to be a nurse, me a fireman. I heard years later that she never made it through college, married young, no children, and divorced him after the scandal. I lost track of her after that.

I received the obituary notice from my grade school friend. He always thought that she and I would go through life together. Funny, how our minds work at that age. The Obit says that her lifelong wish of becoming a nurse was realized last year when she graduated from the state college and she was employed at the local hospital. She was always so caring...I knew that someday she would see her dream come true....

Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight
To be back on that porch step
To start again...clean slate
Follow my dream...
I never stopped loving her

Dan Felstead

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Babbling

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Offer a poem or story that includes a brook, babbling or otherwise.



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These are the places that carry my mind away, into a place of dreaming and hope; into a place of rest and peace.

I feel the serenity of nature unfold within myself, as I watch the water trickling through the rocks and I hope for a new day to wash away the dreadful memories of my past.

May I find my way throughout the days of endless chaos, and hope for another day...to rest by the brook.

Simply Heather

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Monday, May 25, 2009

Remember


Photo by Kathryn
for more of Kathryn's photography visit
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Suggested prompt...
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Remember
Poppies a symbol of Memorial Day
Offer your writing today in any creative way about remembering our soldiers.


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Lest We Forget

Stories of battles fought and won,
Yet so many more are left unsung.

Who are you, that gave your life me?
For my freedom, my rights, my liberty?

My thanks to you, who I've never met.
I promise you I will never forget.

Crazy Mo


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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Castle

Photo by Highlander
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Write a tale that includes this castle.



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Empty eyes stare out across the headland to the wild waters. Crumbling, aged bones, tired of standing sentinel.

The soldiers of yore are long gone - their spears and cannon no longer trouble the castle. New foes now are wind, rain, sleet, snow and ice.

The succeed where humans failed. Seagulls and terns wheek and cry where lords and ladies once resided.

christine

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Saturday, May 23, 2009

The Barn

Photograph by Lynda Lehmann
visit Lynda's website to see more of her
photography and art - lyndalehmann.com
and she is a part of - World Wide Women Artists
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Suggested prompt...
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Tell the story of this photo.



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Instrumental Offerings from The Barn

As she walked away, she remembered that this was the barn of her family; handed down through the generations. Hard working hands, many long days of life were unfolded in this barn. Her memory took her back to the time when she’d help her daddy feed the calves, and how they sucked on her legs and her hands and every part of her that they could reach. She loved those little suckers.

Remembering those days of her youth here, brought a feeling of gratitude to her heart. Knowing that this barn would remain throughout her life time, a remembrance of those childhood days; she’s able to walk with pride each time she enters and leaves this barn.

All cleaned up, this barn, and no longer the holder of calves and their momma’s; she feels good about the transition she has made of it. This barn will now become the place where she can enter into her life’s offering.

With all of her instruments left to rest, she walks away refreshed and ready to take on the world…outside of the barn.

Simply Heather

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Friday, May 22, 2009

Trees in the Mist

Photo by Lisa
Lisa's blog - Wearin' My Heart on My Sleeve
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Offer a bit of creative writing for this image.



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THE MIST OF TIME

Hugging the bark like a fine silk glove
The mist encircled the trees
Coating each branch with the careless moisture
Left over at the breaking of dawn

What beauty beholds the thirsty eyes
At this causal offering of nature's finest moment
Blurred and fuzzy like an old photograph
Whispering the essence of a time gone by

Why can't life be as simple as this
A beautiful second in a neverending world
Awash with memories and bathed in remembrances
Like the trees standing in the mist

Bobbi

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Pyramids

Photo by Kathryn
for more of Kathryn's photography visit -
http://www.pbase.com/katwilkens
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Suggested prompt...
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Use pyramids creatively in your writing today.



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"Honeymoon with the Pyramids"

Lean me against a pyramid,
so I can feel time's stamp.
Wipe my brow worn from steps,
as I ponder on ages of fatigue.
Cradle me in warm arms,
so I can revel in this sight.

septembermom

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Service


Photo by Sabrina
Visit her blog - Nouns Make Verbs
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Suggested prompt...
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She was waiting to serve...



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It was a sleepy little town, no doubt about that. Jane shrugged. No matter, it was only a pit stop. Somewhere to eat. Maybe rest a bit. Hide.

Opposite the gas station was what appeared to be the only restaurant in town. It did boast having The Best Burger for Miles. We`ll see about that, she thought. Throwing her backpack over her shoulder, she made her way across the street.

Quite a few customers for mid-afternoon, she noted. Maybe the sign was telling the truth. She made her way to the counter and sat down on a stool, carefully placing her backpack at her feet where she could keep an eye on it. Everything she owned was crammed into it.

Mama had seen her come in. Scared little thing. Oh, she had the tough exterior, alright. The short, spiky hair dyed an unnatural purple, heavy black eyeliner. And the tattoos! My word, she tutted to herself. But when that poor dear sat down, Mama`s heart just melted. She could see the fading bruise around her eye and the cut on her lip that was beginning to heal. Mama pursed her lips. Damn shame, that is, beatin` on a child like that.

“What can I get you, honey?”

“You really have the best burger for miles?” Jane eyed the waitress, taking in the teased, bleached hair that was ruthlessly sprayed into place and the ample bosom floating above an equally ample body.

Mama leaned over and whispered, “Truth be told, honey, we’re the ONLY burger for miles, but you best believe it’s fine!” She let out a raucous laugh that made Jane smile. “Now you just sit a spell and let Mama take care o’ you.” And off she bustled.

While Jane picked at her hamburger, Mama wiped the counter nearby, keeping an eye on what she already thought of as her new charge. She kept up a steady stream of chatter. “You staying in town for a while? Cuz if you are, we sure could use some help around here. We need a new waitress since Missy’s off havin’ her baby an’ all.”

Stay? Here? In this one-diner town that was in the middle of … where was she anyway? She’d been driving for days, not really knowing where she was going, just knowing she had to get away. Far away. She couldn’t stay there anymore. She’d put up with his abuse long enough. Her mother just ignored it, wouldn’t see him for what he was. Jane tried to talk to her, but she just said it was the drink that made him crazy like that. Yeah, the drink. That’s what made him get angry and hit and …

Well, she got away, didn’t she? And she was going to start all over again. A fresh, new life. Make it right. Jane smiled up at Mama. “Yeah, sure, I could use a few bucks.” Mama winked at her and tossed her a fresh apron. “Start tomorrow at eight. Come in a little early and I’ll fix ya some breakfast. Could use a little meat on them bones.” And she was off again, serving up pie and coffee to a man who had just come in.

Jane sighed. This felt good. It felt right. It felt like home. Better – it felt like a new beginning.

Crazy Mo

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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Traffic

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Write creatively about traffic.



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He was so angry he had been cut off like that. The person in front of him hadn't even signaled and was now creeping in front of him at a snails pace. As if cutting in front of him made it so they could go anywhere anyway!

She was in such a hurry! Her daughter was singing as we speak and she knew her big brown eyes were going to be sparkling with tears when she would arrive too late. She had to make it on time! But this traffic was going so slow!

She had a wedding to get to. She was the maid of honor. She was one of the most important to be there and she didn't want to let down her best friend.

He was a father of two children riding in his back seat. He didn't have a wife anymore. She had left him long ago. His children echoed each other back and forth, "Are we there yet?", "Are we there yet?", "Are we there yet?" He sighed and looked in his review mirror.

He saw her face, just looking back to the road in front of her and putting away some kind of make-up. Lipstick maybe? She looked tense but beautiful. Dressed up in some kind of formal wear. Perhaps she was late for a special occasion... How lovely she was. He wished he could meet her perchance.

Suddenly the car ahead of him took off and smashed into the SUV in front of it. What was going on? He looked through his review mirror again at the woman and she had a shocked look on her face. Was she getting out? Yes, she was getting out! "I'll get out too." He thought.

"You kids stay in the car." He told his children as he opened his door.

The man driving the vehicle in front of him was out of his car already and he was rushing forward to the SUV in front of him, shouting about being insulted by the person driving the SUV. The woman got out of her SUV now. She had tears streaking down her cheeks. They shouted at each other. Something about a daughter's school program and it went on as if nothing else in the world mattered but this instant.

The father looked back at the Maid of Honor and winked. She had stopped in her tracks, staring at the spectacle in front of them.

"I have a wedding to get to, you know." She said. Her voice was soft even in her frustration.

"Well, I'd imagine it will be a while before you get there." The father spoke back.

All cars around were still, stopped in their tracks. Their cars were too close together. There was no moving and the man and woman were now on their cell phones. The moment seemed to be a long one.

But when he looked back at the maid, she smiled. How unexpected.

"I guess we should just make the best of it..." She said, reaching into her car's open window. Out came a bottle of champagne. "I don't think these are going to make it to the wedding."

The father looked through the window at his children. They were throwing popcorn at each other.

"You have people in your car?" She asked, stepping forward to observe. "Ah. Well, champagne isn't something to have on the road anyway." She hurried back to her car, set down the bottle and withdrew a box of crackers with some fancy cheese spread.

The father smiled. The shouting behind him had risen again, but it seemed like background music in her presence. "I'm John."

"Jasmine."

Dani

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Monday, May 18, 2009

Lazy River

Photo by Brett Trafford
visit his site 365 to 42
for more beautiful photographs.
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Suggested Prompt...
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Offer a poem for this... put yourself sitting on the bank... on a quiet summer afternoon.



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By the River~

Here I ponder dreams to pass each silent hour
Old memories blanket the drowsy drifts
While wisps of wind mull over feeble flowers
Tall trees heave their seeded gifts

‘Twas here I spent days a lively lass
As sunlight share its reflective glimmer
Bare wet feet plodded through coppice grass
Trying hard to outrun the rolling river

Now sunset sighs upon silvery streams
My mirrored memoirs her currents weep
Though I wonder her origin, a mystery it seems
And what other secrets the lazy river keeps

Level 9 Poetry

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Sunday, May 17, 2009

Ferris Wheel

Photograph by Highlander
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It happened on the ferris wheel.



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Mary Sue sat alone in the seat. Waiting. "Single rider!" shouted the Carney. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. Just put the bar down and go, she prayed. All she wanted was a ride on the ferris wheel. To see the pretty lights from the top. Feel the sway of the chair.

"Right here," came a voice. It was Billy Wilson. He sat down next to Mary Sue and pulled the bar down, trapping them together. She lowered her eyes and glanced over at him through her lashes. Billy grinned. "I've been watching you," he said, "waiting for the right time to say something." Her heart skipped a little. "Really?" He nodded.

The wheel began to turn slowly, then faster and faster. As the chair rocked back and forth, they talked. About nothing. About everything.

“So when did you know?”

Mary Sue shook herself, grudgingly came back to reality. “What?”

“When did you fall in love with Grandpa? How did it happen?”

Mary Sue smiled wistfully at her granddaughter, as she stirred the cake mix. “It happened on the ferris wheel.”

Crazy Mo

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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Worn Love

Photograph by François Dubeau
François' photos and a link for his art can be found at -
http://www.francoisdubeau.com/photos/
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Suggested prompt...
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Give them initials and tell of the moment they carved this into the sand stone.



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It had been years since Lily had been to this place. The years had worn away on her memory. Much of the wear and tear she welcomed. She had blocked out all the memories she had of this place. But being here made her feel like she had never left. It seemed like yesterday that she was a little girl again, smiling into his face. They were only children. Yet their world seemed perfect together.

She walked through the sand, feeling it seep between her toes, and remembered how he had told her they would get married someday. It made her smile to remember his child-like face, his little sweaty hand in hers, his big dark eyes and how they sparkled.

Then she saw it. It was barely visible, worn and smoothed out by the years of wind and water. But it was still there. She couldn't believe it was still there.

She ran her fingers over the sand stone and remembered him carving it out. The imperfect heart shape and their initials inside. G + L

Now her heart began to hurt. The reminder was plain before her. The deep wound to the right side of the heart was from a rock she had thrown at it after the accident.

She remembered feeling her body convulse in sobs, but not being able to hear them through the storm. She remembered the feel of her long wet hair sticking to her face, and the salty water sticking to her legs and clothing.

She remembered seeing George's cold, still body laying in the sand.

Lily blinked the memory away.

Suddenly this place didn't seem as warm. She looked up to the sky to see the sun had hidden behind a cloud. The sand beneath her feet was suddenly cooler than before. She stood and looked back down at the worn heart on the sand stone.

The tears rolled down her cheeks again, but this time she welcomed them. She needed this. Somehow letting the tears flow made the pain in her chest ease a little.

Softly she whispered into the silence, "I'm sorry, George." As she turned to slowly walk back across the sand the wind blew back her hair and she felt lighter somehow. Her lungs drew in a long, full breath and she felt like she hadn't felt so good in a long time. Somehow she felt she could hear him whispering back.

The glow in her chest came back. She looked up to the sky and the sun had come out again. She wiped away the tears on her cheeks, closed her eyes, and smiled into the sky. She couldn't help it. She was happy and it felt so good to be this happy again after so long.

"I love you, too."

Dani

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Friday, May 15, 2009

The Church

Photo by Dan Felstead
Wood and Pixels Narratives - http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/
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Suggested Prompt...
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I stood looking across the field at the church and knew I had to....



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I stood looking across the field at the church and knew I had to hurry. Every one was already inside and the prayers and vows had certainly begun.

I flung back the old oak doors, "I object!" And they banged their arrpoval. Everyone turned to gape at me. The same people that had seen me grow up and looked at me every day of my life. Until four years ago when I'd left for the city. Today their gazes burned but I ignored them and stared staight ahead.

"We haven't quite gotten to that part Belle." Jack chuckled. He stepped down from the alter and started toward me. Behind him Jennifer shrieked and the guests muttered but he paid them no mind.

"Give me one good reason." He demanded, daring me. Taunting me. He though he could win, that he could get what he wanted and no one would ever step in his way.

"Because you're already married." I said as loud as I could. No one was more shocked than him, he had never belived I'd ever tell. But I couldn't let any one else suffer from my mistakes.

I.N.Kwell

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Thursday, May 14, 2009

The Photographer

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
Jim's Photography can be found at Picasa and Fotothing
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Write his inner dialog in this moment. Get creative with this image and idea.



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I carry only my camera, with one lens (normally 55-300mm AF) previously selected so I don't get weighted down with paraphernalia that would hinder my mobility or distract me from any opportunity to get that shot out of the conditions and subject matter in real time and action. I concentrate better without the worry of what I should select...I use only what I bring with me.

No tripod or light meter, nothing but the raw ingredients required for the quick, light lunch--no opulent dinner menu here; my favorite dessert is served and consumed as I review the results of my day on the computer screen. Ahh, this is living.

Wildspirit

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Hope

Photo by Colleen
Visit her wonderful blog Fingers and Paws
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Suggested prompt...
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Use this inspiring image to create a poem today.



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Horizon calls
out to the lost
with Siren intensity.

Peace searchers
flock to the site
with aching wounds.

septembermom

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Relax


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Describe an ideal relaxing afternoon.


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the sun heats
both air and sand -
a toddler chases the foaming tide


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Monday, May 11, 2009

Fear

Photo by Basir Seerat
visit Basir's photo blog at
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Suggested prompt...
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Use this powerful photo to inspire your writing today.



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I can't...I will not do this to one of my countrymen. An enemy of the state is one thing, an invader or a greed filled dictator who lusts after my country...This I can do.

This civil war has already cost the lives of close friends at the hands of fellow citizens...I won't take part in this genocide. I will join the firing line before I kill my own.

Dan Felstead

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

Z - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

Photo by Cyndy
For more of Cyndy's Photography visit
http://www.pbase.com/cyndycat
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Pick any Z word and title your writing with it today.



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The Ringling Brother's Zing Zang Zoom Circus came to my town recently, and I secrectly wanted to go. 10 years ago my parents took us to the circus for my sixth birthday. I'm 16 today, and even though I'm learning to driving instead of learning to ride a bike and prefer Brad Pitt over Barney, I miss the circus! I still wear the T shirt that was like a dress on me that day. I can't wait for the day 10 (or maybe 20) years from now when I get to take my kids to the circus!

I.N.Kwell

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Saturday, May 9, 2009

Sunrise on the Nile

Photo by Kathryn
for more of Kathryn's photography visit -
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Title your poem for today... Sunrise on the Nile.



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Sunrise on the Nile

Waters standing still
the sun's fiery glow paints
a brand new day bright

Dani

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Friday, May 8, 2009

Daring

Photo by Dan Felstead
Wood and Pixels Narratives - http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/
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Pixels - http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/
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Suggested Prompt...
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She was the most daring girl he had ever met.



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"She has to be the most daring girl I've ever met," he thought to himself. His gaze travelled over her face. Her pouty lips were quivering with the hint of a smile. Almond shaped eyes sparkled with excitement and ... was that fear? Probably. If he was in her shoes, he'd be scared too.

What did she see in him, anyway? He was from the wrong side of the tracks. Everyone knew it. Her folks told her he was no good. Forbade her to see him, in fact.

Oh, he tried to make her see he was the wrong guy. Broke it off many times. Didn't call, didn't write. But she still came back. Caressing his face with her soft, delicate hand. Smiling at him, then gently kissing him. He could feel those soft lips, even now.

She believed in him. He wasn't sure she was right, but she never gave up on him. Not once. That meant something, didn't it? She believed in him and she made him believe in himself. God help him, he was head over heals in love with this woman. And by the look in her eyes right now, he knew she felt the same way. "You must be crazy," he muttered. "Probably," she whispered back, with a wink.

He held out his hand and she gently took it. Their fingers laced together in a familiar bond. His lopsided grin made her smile as they heard "We are gathered here today ..."

Crazy Mo

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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Ringing


Photo by C. John Edwards his blogs are -
http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/
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The phone is ringing... answer it and tell the story with one side of the conversation.


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Um... hello?

No, you've got the wrong number I think.

I have no idea to be honest...

No no, this is a telephone booth.

No - Y-yeah, American.. yeah...

Uh well, lots of grass and some sheep and uh...

-well, we were trying to get to a friend's place so we took a bus and they said this was their last stop...

Yeah, I know... I'm sorry, who is this?

Hello?

Oh Charlie! You ass!! When did you learn to do such a good accent?! Come get us!!!

Cynthia


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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Beautiful View

Photo by Jessica
Suggested Prompt...
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Offer a poem for this view.



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Slanting sun, shapely shadows,
Ribs of the world, highlighted.
Slumbering hills, soothed by sunlight
Untroubled by this century’s wars.

Ancient body, gnarled and twisted,
Watching over his kingdom.
Eldritch Ent, will he awaken?
Is he needed yet?

Gold, umber, green, brown,
Autumn spreads her cloak.
Sheltering all who patiently wait
For Spring to stir them to life.

christine

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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Long Shadows

Photograph by Highlander
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Shadows from the rising/setting sun.



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It was more than i could handle as i stormed out of the house slamming the door behind me, and made my way across the lawn. I was shaking with anger, and could feel the tears wanting desparately to escape down my face but brushed them away. This time i was not going to give in to them. I was not in the wrong and i was sick of being made the bad guy.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply calming myself, letting my breath gush out and opened my eyes. The sun had already started to set behind the hills and as it did so it made the shadows of the trees stretch out across the lawn like long dark fingers. I looked around me and for the first time since moving to this house i noticed the beauty of my surroundings. The light played through the trees, like a cheeky child playing hide and seek. The scene being played out before me by the sun and shadows was like watching to lovers dance their last dance before parting ways.

This time the tears did escape. I never heard him come up behind me just felt his arms wrap themselves around me and heard his whispered words 'I'm sorry'. I leaned back into him as we stood in silence and watched the final glimmer of light disappear behind the hill and the shadows merge into darkness.

Unknown

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Monday, May 4, 2009

Happy Shadows

Photo by Sabrina
Visit her blog - Nouns Make Verbs
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Use this photo for a bit of writing creativity today.



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"My Family Keeps Me Warm"

Wherever you lead me,
I will hold tight.
Linked forever by love,
I skip through the sunlight.
United in our play,
I giggle in delight.
No one takes you away,
you guide me through it all.

septembermom

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Sunday, May 3, 2009

Y - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

Photo by Cyndy
For more of Cyndy's Photography visit
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A yellow flower...



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She sighed as she plucked the yellow flower gently from its stem. She continued down the path onto the palisade. It was so beautiful, no clouds, the calming sound of the waves crashing below. It could almost be something out of a summer romance movie. In fact, it almost was. This was the spot where he'd first kissed her. The only difference now was that the weather was frigid, and she was alone. When she reached the end of the palisade, she carefully climbed down to the lower part; their spot. She hadn't told anyone about it except for her best friend, a boy she had known since she was 7. She sat down on the edge, her feet dangling off the edge. The tears came slowly at first. Soon, they were gushing down her pretty face, leaving it streaked and red. She had thrown the yellow flower to her side. The chilly wind whipped her hair about her face, as she buried it in her knees that were pulled up to her chin. The muffled sobs she was emitting were barely audible over the crash of the waves. There she sat, curled up, for two hours. She was still crying when she felt a warm arm loop itself over her cold shoulders. She looked up to see her best friends face. He was holding the yellow flower in the hand that wasn't over her shoulder. He pushed back her hair, and placed the flower behind her ear, and wiped away her tears with his thumb. She smiled weakly at him, and lay her head on his shoulder. The two sat there for a long time, until eventually, and the sun was setting, a strong gust of wind blew the flower out of her hair. They watched it sail down, and land in the surf below, a small dot of yellow in the vast pool of blue and white.

_we_the_pieces_

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Saturday, May 2, 2009

Single Rose... Lost

Photograph by Mitch Guy
Visit his site at - http://mitchguy.deviantart.com/
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Tell me the story of this photograph.



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It was the most romantic night of my life. I couldn't remember being any higher than I was tonight. The moon was out, the stars were bright, and I saw his eyes twinkle as we strolled near the pond, hand in hand. I held his rose in one hand, drinking in its scent now and then as we chatted of life, love, and anything else that we wanted to share. I was closer to him than I've been to anyone. We slowed and embraced. Our faces touched and his lips caressed my cheek.

Then she appeared.

She was crying, holding her face in her hands, and watching us with so much pain in her eyes.

I broke away from him as she approached, mascara streaking down her cheeks. Her eyes were focused only on him. It was as if I was invisible. My happiness was shattered as she grew inches from his frowning, concerned face. She whispered the words "How could you?", and placed something small into his hand now parted from mine. Before she turned, her sad eyes flickered to me and caught my eye. They focused on me for a moment, a glint of anger and hatred appeared, and then something else...admiration? No...a longing envy. She then turned and sprinted away, letting a gut-wrenching sob escape from her lips.

My heart broke for her.

Then it broke for me as he turned away from me, hiding the sparkling object she had given him.

I knew what it was. The rose slipped from my fingers. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to scream at him for her. But instead I walked away. I abandoned him just like I had abandoned the rose that now floated near the rocks at the edge of the pond.

No one touched it.

Dani

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Friday, May 1, 2009

Wind Power

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
Jim's Photography can be found at Picasa and Fotothing
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Write of the power of the wind in a creative way.



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As a young child, I was enthralled with wind. I would stick my hand out of our 1958 ford and and wonder what this strange thing was that pushed so hard but I couldn't see it. Wind would blow across the prairie so hard that all the clothes would fly off the clothesline but I couldn't see this force...I just couldn't see it. Riding the roller coaster on July 4th with my cousin...the wind blew away my cap but I couldn't see the wind..I couldn't see it.

On Mother's day, 1964, I saw the wind one time and have never seen it since. Mom grabbed my hand to take me to the cellar but the wind had already done it's damage. When I heard the noise, I ran outside to see the wind.

The wind is black and wide at the top...narrow at the bottom and skips across the prairie like my top. The dirt and pieces of glass burnt my eyes, it was the last time I saw the wind...the last time I saw.

My blindness has been both a blessing and a burden but I can tell you that I saw what I longed to see...I saw the wind.

Dan Felstead

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