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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 translation please :)). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.

The mouldy wood creaked underneath my worn leather shoes. With arms outstretched I wondered what bones I would break if I fell into the flowing creek in the midst of winter. The delicate yet mocking sound of sparrows littered the air and I gritted my teeth. A shriek echoed through the woods and I knew it was my foster mother. What did my real mother and father feel when they left me? Was it just like this, except with pills? I didn’t understand what was so tempting about the fall. I lifted my gaze up to the blinding sky, I didn’t want to fall I wanted to fly instead. My foster mother grasped me by the shoulders with brutality.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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