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I urge people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (provide a translation please :)). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.
The lightning bolts not only lightened the sky but also my eyes. I stared in wonder and awe. The view of my hospital room was perfect, my family had argued time and time again for the best position of the sky. Although I was hesitant at first, not wanting to cause a ruckus, I was so glad when the storm began. The stunning, spiderweb-like bolts streaking the sky filled me up with the happiness I had lost for so long. My wrists were bandaged, yet I was not thinking about how small or insignificant I felt in this world. The beauty of nature filled those gaping holes of anxiety and depression within my soul. I wondered if I too could reach that relief and calm that drenched the atmosphere once the storm settled.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
Ermilia 
Marvelous prompt!! Hope you like what I made of it:
http://terri0729.wordpress.com/2011/10/22/wonder-of-wonders/
Thanks for posting again Terri. I really liked how you used dialogue to guide your story, it made the conflict between the doctor and patient stronger. Hope to see you again next week!
We looked up in wonder,
the sky danced with light
No sound, no joyous thunder,
merely strands of brilliant white
Turning to face his love
tears streaming from my eyes
Silently we danced in liquid from above
danced and sang in silent cries
Somehow sound was gone
only light remained
In the silence love was strong
and we kissed and kissed again.
Suddenly the light went out
and with it went the air
Our lives were gone blacked out
no life lived on that planet anywhere
A dream, oh no, a memory
of a life and love long past
Is it real or imaginary
I do not know and dare not ask
All I know is lightning streaking across the sky
followed by thunder’s rumble
Brings such joy I sit and cry
with the memories as they tumble
Through my heart and through my mind
until that moment when darkness comes to blind.
Thoughts of the end of a long lost planet……
Very nicely done!! Great poem you devised from the prompt 🙂 Blessings, Terri
Stunning post. This was a mesmerising poem, I loved this part ‘Silently we danced in liquid from above/danced and sang in silent cries’. Hope to see you next week!
Wow! Love the poem.
Thank you 🙂
Gosh we really are molds aren’t we? You know you pour something in and it comes out shaped like us. I forget that a lot when I write.
Lighting without thunder. 🙂 !!
Spider legs are crawling up the sky.
Shivering me as I walk closeby
to watch this beast unfold it’s legs.
The flashing brightness freezes me
on the spot, my vision gets blurry
as the spider legs wrap around me
To end my journey with a bang.
Nicely done.
Great concept for your poem. I loved the spider approach! See you next week. 🙂
Ooooh, gave me the shivers making me think about the brown recluse we just killed earlier in the house 🙂 Great job! Blessings…
I just pulled a black widow out of my kitchen light, Terri. Shivers is right!
Yay! Spiders! I mean, Ew! Spiders!
Magic – shades of Shelob from the pit 🙂
Quite an evocative picture. Great for a writing prompt.
Ermisenda is absolutely brilliant at picking images. You should see last week’s. http://wp.me/p1HrCI-8G
What an image! Thank you for this opportunity, it has helped me with one of my stories.
http://3to9travels.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/first-landing-3/
Thanks for contributing. There were a handful of standout descriptive and poetic sentences e.g ‘The sky churned into a brass engine, a dry dump of exploded clouds, a montage of coming night, storm and disaster.’ Hope to see you again on Ermiliablog! 🙂
Wow!
Did not come up with much this time:
The Storm
I stand here in front of a severe storm
Frozen in fear as the tornado sirens sound
And the sky explodes in lighting
Because of what I see coming.
I remember the warnings
Of what was going to happen.
The politicians scoffed so much.
So the corporations keep on churning,
Churning out their dirt into the air.
For no one at all cared.
Why would no one listen?
Why did no one care?
All for the sake of their money.
And now their gold is worthless,
Worthless since it is to late
To stop what they started.
It is too late, too late for us now.
So here I stand watching another
Severe storm coming in yet again
Tonight into my hometown.
As the tornado sirens sound
And the lightning erupts all around,
Frozen in fear I watch because
Dropping to the ground was a never
Known before F7 tornado.
Randall, How could you say that this was not as good as mine? I thought it was excellent!!!! We usually don’t like our own stuff as well as we should, do we? lol. 🙂 Peace, love and blessings, Terri
Thanks for contributing this week Randall, great work. I loved this part ‘Why did no one care? All for the sake of their money. And now their gold is worthless,’ it was a very strong section. Hope to see you next week!
It’s true right? Even if they know we’re all going to die, you get the feeling they will publicly scoff this great disaster. I think you came up with plenty. 🙂
I love this one – dark and brilliant
I had to stick with my Halloween mood… here’s Storm Watch.
A great post! I really liked the descriptions about the Lighting Man. The first paragraph was wonderful ‘The storm crept its way across the night sky on the legs of a white hot spider, tentatively feeling its way from rooftop to rooftop.’ Thanks for contributing and I hope to see you next week again. 🙂
Thanks! The one thing that drives me nuts about these is not letting myself read any of the others until I’m done. I get to go read now. 🙂
As I said on the other page, totally engrossing!
Sorry about my absence last week I could not think of anything with the last picture and chose to abstain. I’m back though and here’s the “Pulsating Heart”.
It’s raw
Simply put, pure.
The energy
Pulsating from
Heart beat
To action.
The pumping
Of the blood
From head
To toe
In fractions.
The sheer
Enormity
Of this
Baffles me.
So easy,
Yet so
Mysteriously
Electric.
Fantastic! I love the rhythm created from the short phrases. I am glad you contributed this week, it was great!
🙂 just like lightning, short, sharp and intense.
Storm Unplugged
The liquid lines fracture the sky, piecing it out in craggy parcels of night bruised black-blue, a hue only high rise dwellers can fathom. Electrical storms in Ontario unleash a power beyond all sources of electricity I have ever seen and I know what power unleashed looks like.
I once saw a cat nearly electrocute itself from chewing through a lamp cord. The cat lived on because I unplugged the cord so swiftly. That was a long, long time ago and I have a new cat now. This cat is afraid of storms and yowls with the thunders, cowering under my bed, taking no comfort from my calm.
Living cloud height, eyeball to eyeball with the lightning gods is an experience my rural childhood failed to prepare me for. Not once when I ran to the tree fort in the pasture to sit and marvel at yet another summer electrical storm, did I even picture myself living in Toronto, let alone amid the raging skies that once held me as though I were part of them.
Instead of one who longs for a storm to finish, I have always wished them to continue until spent… but they never do… and I am always left wondering…
Who unplugs them?
I loved the imagery of the storm being plugged or unplugged. Another great descriptive concept for a storm. The final sentence was brilliant! Thanks for contributing this week.
🙂 I almost said Toronto Convention Center in mine. This is great, just you and your personal relationship with the storm. I love standing out in the rain with lightning bolts striking so close I can smell the burnt air. It’s so exciting and then so empty when the plug gets pulled.
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Great picture, and from me, here’s what it evoked. I hope you like it.
Kat.
Stunning. I loved how you incorporated a backstory to why the storms may be occuring. It definitely feels like you could continue the story. Thanks for contributing, you did great!
“This is it. The Storm is come.
I stared at the sky with anticipation. It was dark… everywhere. Only the eery lightning bolts that tore the clouds within each second were the only sign of light. The only signs of life. Darkness has won.
No one is going to stop me now.
As each and every human life of this world was fading into shadows, my power grew stronger. A hysterical laugh blurted out of my mouth.
It was a Monday morning, the 12th March 2035, and only Darkness remains.”
🙂
I loved the description of the laugh. It made me interested about where the story would go. It nearly felt like a synopsis, especially the ending. Thanks for contributing this week with an intriguing post!
Evil Nymph indeed 🙂 As I said to one of the others, I wish there was more. There is an energy to the story which deserves an outlet in the form of a longer story.
They sat the two upon their thrones. Watching the Earthlings below going about their business to and fro. Then thunder turn his mighty gray head and boomed “HeyLightening my girl , lets give them something to see. Set your pure white light free.”
Lightening looked across at Thunder and grinned, as she did her light grew bright. She spoke in tingling tones into the night. ” Oh skies above I demand thee show how mighty is my glow. Alow the humans running to and fro to see my lovely show.”
With a flash and a crack the lightening she did creep across the sky of the Earth below.
The humans stopped and looked above with awe and wonder, some even with love,
how they did gasp and cry at the beauty in the sky.
This was fun, especially after just watching the Atlantis show at Caesar’s Palace. 🙂
Thanks for contributing this week! It was a great idea to include these “gods” who looked down upon the Earthlings. The finishing sentence was fantastic, very strong. Hope to see you next week.
The heavens tore open, lightning the colour of the ocean tore forth across the skyline. They were coming. Figures emerged through the cracks, the sky was ablaze. Scream of terror from the children of Earth below echoed through the night. The roars of the Enemy ripped from the sky and deafened those below. The sky grew steadily brighter and brighter until eventually it was as light as day. To the horizon and back green lightning cracked open the sky, blinding people. The Enemy roaring, deafening. Within minutes Earth was devoured. Inhaled, churned into nothingness in the emptiness of the Enemy.
The Enemy moved on.
I like the various allusions to holes being torn in the sky!
Another great post! The image of the sky being torn apart is beautiful, as is the concept of the “Enemy”. You have created an intense and evocative scene with only a few sentences, well done! I hope to see more contributions in the near future. 🙂
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Thanks for contributing with such a lengthy post! This was a great sentence ‘From deep within her essence, an orb floated up to her sense of throat, and behind her eyes.’ The imagery of that orb was beautiful. Hope to see you posting more contributions to Picture it & write in the future!
Hi Ermilia-
I pictured it, and I wrote! http://doubledynamite.wordpress.com/2011/10/27/first-kiss/
I’m looking forward to making the going through the other submissions now. Thanks for the inspiration.
Tereasa
Lightning
Cracks across the sky
That flash and roar and fry
Show a glimpse beyond
Our spherical blue pond
A peek at what’s to come
When we are all freed from
Our living mortal coil
Which returns to soil
Allowing soul to rise
Illuminate the skies
As bright as lightning can
And even brighter than
~Miro
Thanks for contributing this week Miro. I really enjoyed this phrase ‘Our living mortal coil/Which returns to soil’ which is then followed by this idea of bright spirits illuminating the skies. Beautiful imagery. Hope to see you on the next Sunday (tomorrow) to contribute again!
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