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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 
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Round and round the little girl spun. Her ivory locks bounced as she twirled in front of the golden mirror. Light trickled through the stain glass window and illuminated only her in the barren room. Unstuck mortar crumbled off the aged bricks. It didn’t bother her because she was transfixed on her image. An angelic smile had been carved on her face, forever to stay. Months dissolved into years, and yet she stayed fixed to her image. Each step had to be perfected, every smile, and every twinkle of the eye. Round and round the woman spun, forever wishing to be more.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
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What a lovely image, and the story could go in so many different directions.
My sister is getting married today, on the beach. I get to wear a pretty dress and no shoes AND I get to dance in the sand and the water. She says I look really pretty. She looks beautiful, her golden hair is all plaited up like a princess and she is wearing a crown of shells and gems. I think she looks like the Little Mermaid. Mum keeps crying and Dad is taking lots of photos of all of us, there are six other bridesmaids. It is fun. The photographer took a photo of me dancing in front of the mirror in the attic, I like the mirror in the attic, it holds lots of pictures of all of us. There are even some of my Mum dancing and my sister when she was little. Someone said we all look the same at my age, 5, that we all look just the same…
Oh nice. I like how the other reflections are her other family members.
Ooo, I definitely agree with Annie. I love how they all looked the same when they were 5. Great work!
The way you described the girl and picture reminded me of little Aniela in the prologue to Aniela Dawson. I like the twist of being captured by her reflection for her whole life.
And here’s… The Plain Girl.
Very thought provoking and inspiring. There was almost the lead in to a book in that passage. Nice.
Well, thank you! These characters are borrowed from a book I’ve written.
Thanks, Annie. Now that you mention it, I can see where you got that thought from. I wasn’t thinking about Aniela when I was writing it though. I love how at the end the plain girl shrugs and so does Jess. So cute. Nice touch! Thanks for contributing this week at Picture it & write.
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Perfect solution for writer’s block. Here is my entry
http://discoveriesinaletterbox.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/the-day-she-turned-away-from-the-mirror35-picture-it-and-write/
Oh, I loved the finishing line. Very powerful. Thanks for contributing this week at Picture it & write!
after her bath
she regarded
her wet footprints
measured them
by the floorboards
and forgot
her reflection
while the toes
the arch
the heel
all waxed
as the moon does
I like how the transparent reflections are forgotten.
Very nice. I also like the forgotten reflections. Great work, kvennarad.
This reminds me of me, always looking at the wet footprints on the floor and never at my reflection. Funny. It is lovely writing, it sings as much as it dances and it brings reflection of a different kind. Thank you
Thank you to everyone who commented on my little poem there.
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Hi there, here is my offering for this week
http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/picture-it-and-write-left-behind/
Joe
Very touching indeed. It’s a shame when one has to leave a place so full of great memories, but more will be made. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Joe!
hello Ermilia, here is my exercise i have written for you
http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/picture-it-and-write-it-july-22-2012/
Very uplifting. For those who truly wish to have children and have all the love in the world to give, it’s absolutely devastating to not be able to conceive. Thanks for contributing to Picutre it & write this week, Terri!
We posted our comments on this at the same time. This made me cry.
Here is my contribution. http://rainbowheartlove.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/death-and-memories/ I doubt that is a link. I will have to keep learning here. I couldn’t use the picture because I don’t know how. I hope you enjoy the story.
Nice story. I’m glad you were inspired this week, even without the picture! Losing a loved one is tough… Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write!
Oh I love yours…. It would seem that we had the same idea though reached our end in different ways…. Delightful..!
Here is mine for this week:http://abcofspiritalk.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/picture-it-write-so-many-possibilities/
Aw. That’s a really sweet story. I love how you repeated the opening sentence of your 2nd paragraph at the end. The description of how she danced was lovely, she was granted a myriad of skills. If only I could see her dance! Thanks for contributing this week, Carolyn. Fantastic work as always.
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It’s great how in this story the character is young and as she dances she transforms/ fastforward time to become a woman.
Here’s mine: http://sphrbn.wordpress.com/2012/07/24/picture-it-write-the-reflection/
Wow. That was quite the twist of events. I like how you carried us along one path and only until the last few words do you turn it upside down. Fantastic. I loved this description as well – “ancient sheets of dust lay on the floor and sprung to life with each footstep.” Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
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Loved this! Well done, I read it twice. I did a short one you can read here;http://musingsfromtheturnippatch.wordpress.com/2012/07/26/picture-it-write-7-25-12/
Off to read the other stories.
I like that the story had the mirror represented negatively. It was a nice change and I liked how the girl destroyed the mirror at the end as well. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
The Catechismic Mirror at:
http://thewritersvillage.wordpress.com/2012/07/25/the-catechismic-mirror-picture-it-and-write/
A lovely poem! Great use of rhyme. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Randy!
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