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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
Ermilia 
It was moving what you wrote. I can’t write myself, so I won’t try. 🙂 But i will say, when I first saw the photo, I thought she was about to jump. But then i saw the way her arms are outstretched, and to me, it’s more her just seeing what it feels like to be up there, in a more daring moment. Or maybe that’s just my hopefulness. But anyway, thanks for sharing this image and your writing. 🙂
It’s a shame you didn’t contribute this time but hopefully you will the next! We don’t judge, we just want to promote and support the writing and photography community. Thanks for commenting! 🙂
One, two, three, deep breath… One, two, three…
I felt the wind blowing towards me, through me… It wanted to push me, to realise the wish I had held in my heart when I ran in tears towards this old neglected bridge.
They all hated me.
No one ever understood me. But I will soon be free. Death is not a fall. It is a rise in the sky, and then I would be above them all!
My feet disagreed; they stuck to the dirty wooden surface; they wouldn’t move…
Thanks for contributing this week evilnymphstuff! That was a lovely contribution, I really liked how you expressed a tirade between what the persona’s mind wants and what their body is doing.
I liked your version very much! “they stuck to the dirty wooden surface;…” was a nice touch too. 🙂 Blessings, Terri
Oh this was just lovely! It’s a perfect example of war between the mind and body. Nicely done!
Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
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And little red riding hood perched on the edge, glaring down at the cavernous blue. Wavy, cold, a freeze which spoke to her. She wanted to feel it deep within her heart: the soft, painless oblivion.
Her grandmother, the wolf, they meant nothing to her now. They lay at the bottom, beckoning her in. So she spread out her arms, slowly at first, and sunk forward, inch by inch, breaking balance’s spell and drifting off the ledge….
We were thinking along the same lines, somewhat! Nice touch with the little red riding hood theme too. I really enjoyed it. Blessings, Terri
Welcome Brian and thank you for contributing to this week’s Picture it & write. I first thought of Little Red Riding Hood as well, I really enjoyed your interpretation of the photograph. I really enjoyed this phrase ‘She wanted to feel it deep within her heart: the soft, painless oblivion’.
[…]Wavy, cold, a freeze which spoke to her. […] Nice description! Thank you so much for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
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Okay guys, I gave mine a little amusing twist of defiance at the end. Hope you enjoy it! Here’s the link: http://terri0729.wordpress.com/2011/10/09/i-wanted-to-fly-instead/
I really liked the twist of defiance you added! Thanks for contributing with your poem and for the support you provide to all. 🙂
I really like rhyming poems. I think my favorite part was […]Then my middle finger rose/the wind blew my clothes[…]. Nicely done! Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
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beautiful write. it hurts so much when children suffer.
Thank you, and I agree, children should not have to suffer.
When I’m Lost .I searched for my self and found only God .
I Searched for God and found my self .
Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write! I hope to see you next week 🙂
Nicely done! Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
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you to 🙂 have a nice week
Standing on the edge of reality
At the peak of my creativity.
“Do I push the needle,
Or do I break the habit
By falling into an endless hole.
As I did before,
were my thoughts as I
Saw the creek
Vividly.
A great contribution! I really loved this bit ‘Do I push the needle or do I break the habit,”
Beautifully written! Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
I find her. Arms outstretched and ready to offer herself to the unknown. I could take a step closer, reach out to her, but I don’t.
I give her one last gift.
I let her go.
Wow, so much was expressed in so little sentences. I loved the finishing sentence, thanks for contributing and I hope to see you next week!
Wow, so much emotion in only so few sentences! Powerful. Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
The horse nudged me and told me to try on the wings. He was certain they would fit. This was my chance. I could fly. I COULD FLY! I slipped them over my shoulders, shrugged them on. They fit like a warm winter coat. I followed the horse out the door, down the fog-filled streets to the flying station. It was time. I stepped up to the edge, prepared to finally soar. I closed my eyes. I jerked awake suddenly as I fell backwards. I looked down to the creek below the bridge, realizing what almost happened as I tugged my red coat tighter against the cold. I really had almost flown, but it certainly wouldn’t have been the stuff dreams are made of.
I liked your different take on the photograph and I hope to see you next week. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have real wings? Thanks for contributing!
I like the twist. Honestly, I thought she was mentally ill and it was all in her head until she jerked awake. Nicely done! Thank you so much for sharing.
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
My Love:
You simply do not understand that I am the queen of all things and how I rule this realm. Watch carefully as I begin my float above the winter lows along the creek. You will begin to notice, as I drift above, how my gratitude and wonder dust the life around me with magical energy and light.
I do not command with dominance. I do not order the sweet sleeping seeds. I do not force the coming season along in any way. I adore it all. As I adore myself in a silent red coat.
Dear love there standing at the end of the bridge. Breath deep while I waft about awhile and learn to see me exactly as I am.
As Always,
Carmine
Another lovely contribution. I really liked how your structure differed, as if a diary. ‘how my gratitude and wonder dust the life around me with magical energy and light…’ that was such a beautiful touch. Thanks for sharing and I hope to see you next week!
How beautiful! I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
The Anniversary
I walk alone on a deserted county
Back road deep in my own thoughts.
The trees limbs are bare of green
As an evening fog starts to form.
I arrived at the scene,
the scene that I dread.
I see the girl playing on
The Lincoln Creek bridge.
I recognize her at once
For it is my daughter.
I hear the railing cracking,
splintering, starting to give way.
I do not cry out to her? No.
For I know about apparitions,
Illusions and phantasms of the night
That happen since then.
For it is the one year anniversary.
Fantastic, I hope to see you next week! I really liked your take on the photograph and this phrase ‘I do not cry out to her? No… illusions and phantasms of the night’. You created a touching journey with your poem. Thanks for sharing!
Oh my gosh! That was unbelievably heartbreaking! It was a poem, but it may as well have been a story for the way it played in my head. Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
Hello! Here is my contribution! http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?p=279
Thank you for such an amazing prompt. I just love the images you use. They are so inspirational!
I hope you enjoy! Thank you again.
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
(Eliabeth replying)
Sorry to be slow approving your comment, for whatever reason, you keep getting marked as spam so it takes us a little while sometimes to realize there’s something other than spam in there.
Thank you for your contribution!
Spam just loves me like that. lol. No worries. I just wasn’t sure if I was doing something wrong or if it was my computer. Glad it all worked out.
Thank you again!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
A great contribution Airicka, I really liked how you added the presence of other children within your story. I hope to see you next week again with a new creative piece! 🙂
Airicka, if you remove your blog link from your signature, you will stop getting tagged as spam.
I dandered along, breathing in the crisp winter air. My cold nose somehow made me feel more alive, more present in the moment. I loved winter. The trees looked skeletal and in a few weeks they would be white. I crossed onto the wooden bridge above the little brook. We used to climb up here and jump into it, soaking our clothes. It wasn’t much of a drop, enough to splash. Dalia rarely jumped, instead she would walk over and back the beam. I was so jealous of her poise, her confidence. I wonder could I, now? I climbed up the 2 planks, and then pushed my body up with my arms, shrugging my open coat out of the way of my feet. I stood looking over the bridge. I smiled. I was balancing.
Thanks for contributing this week and hopefully you will again the next. 🙂 I really liked this phrase ‘the trees looked skeletal…’
There’s always such a surge of self-pride when one accomplishes something. I did so enjoy your story. Thank you so much for sharing.
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
Eliabeth’s contribution, inspired by August Rush:
I stand on a grand stage, my orchestra ready and waiting. I raise my arms and start the beat. 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4. The crickets chirp, the birds sing, the wind whispers through the trees. The leaves dance and brush together on an invisible roller coaster ride. The grass bristles and armies of ants march a beat on nearly silent drums. Thunder rolls as darkness sets on the stage, the actors ready to appear.
Oh how lovely! It was as though the whole world was her orchestra and the bridge her stage. Beautifully executed! Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
This is the lie,
The voice of the wind tells me.
I feel you,
Whispering politely, but I know it’s not.
It’s just as evil,
Just as vile.
It’s the essence of my tears.
I fear the fall,
But grasp for the climb.
I want to reach for the stars
And fly among the clouds.
I want to hold the world accountable
For all that’s wrong in me.
Beautiful. A lovely emotional contribution. I loved ‘I fear the fall but grasp for the climb’. Thanks for sharing The Sunday Mail! 🙂
I really love the two last lines 😀
I have to agree with Eliza; I really liked the last two lines as well. Thank you so much for such a lovely piece!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
This is mine:
” She was finally alone.
She was finally free.
Standing firmly on her two own feet, standing tall, she felt confident. She could achieve anything here, she had control of her life; the ground was below her, it was spinning fast, but she was on top of it, about to take off for the flight of her own life. She felt a strength within her and she stretched out her arms, closed her eyes and took a breath. She opened her eyes and all had deserted; she realised he had ripped off her wings. All he had given her was a thin red jacket. It looked ugly on her pefect white dress.”
Thanks for posting such an inspiring and beautiful photo! 🙂
Thanks for contributing with a great post! I really liked the image of somebody with ripped wings, very dark. Congrats! 🙂
This was so beautifully put together. Thank you so much for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
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Hi Espressivo,
What a lovely prompt. I really enjoyed writing for it. Here is my contribution. http://wp.me/p1FSkb-1F
I loved seeing each respondents take on the image! This is such fun, thank you.
Tereasa Trevor
Another great contribution! I loved this phrase ‘Her skin was electric beneath the oppressive sky, and she could feel the future calling.’ Beautiful, hope to see you next week!
This was just beautiful! I could almost hear the crowd cheering! Thank you for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
Aricka, what a lovely comment. You and Ermilia really give me such rich reward for writing simply by leaving comments. Thank you so much, I value your words.
Tereasa
Hey friend can i publish some paragraph of your article on my little blog of university.I have to publish a good articles out there and i really think your post Fits best into it.I will be grateful to give you an source link as well.I have two blogs one my own and the other which is my college blog.I will publish some part in the university blog.Hope you do not mind.
Your blog is lovely. I’m currently writing a response to this. It may take a while. D:
– Ali
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http://notanotherwriterblog.wordpress.com/2011/10/10/picture-it-and-write/ Here’s mine. *Nervous* D:
Oh how moving! It was so heartbreaking. I simply can’t tell you. Nicely done! Thank you so much for sharing!
Airicka Phoenix
http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10
Thank you so much! I loved yours as well, very inspiring, I think we all know how it feels to be doubted and to want to prove ourselves, you wrote the feeling so well.
– Ali
Amazing! Great post Ali, thanks for sharing your work with us. I really loved this bit ‘his breath was forced out of his lungs like a punch to the chest’.
Thank you! I was so scared to post it, so thank you for the kind review. 😀
– Ali
OMG. You do some of the most brilliant, inspirational writing and then inspire so many of us to do some of the most brilliant, inspirational wriiting as in comments here. Floored. If I wasn’t sitting, that is, lol. Nothing I write could compare, I’m certain. Thank you all for such a marvelous, moving read. Thank you especially, Ermisenda for opening this portal for such magnificent creativity. If anything comes to mind worthy of even being near all of your great reads shared here, I will return and post my contribution. For now, Congratulations all, some great writing.
Thank you so much for this amazing comment. I hope to see your contribution, I’m sure you can write something just as marvelous! We really did have some great contributors this week, hopefully we will have a repeat of awesomeness next week!
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Sorry for being so late with this, but I couldn’t pass up this amazing picture or the allure of your paragraph.
Hope you like it! Fall
Fantastic. I really enjoyed it, thanks for providing a link back to our blog from your post. I love this part ‘It’s not my death I plunge into; it’s my life.’ A great, emotional contribution. Hope to see you for the next Sunday Picture it & write! 😀
Oh, thank you!! I will look for these; I love trying to write outside the box.
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I stood there taking the smells of the forest. The damp mossy scent of the undergrowth. The bark of the trees, the earth. It all combined to create something, beautiful. But death, death was far from beautiful and the scent of the world round be contradicted that. When death came into the occasion, the mossy scent of the undergrowth took another turn, reminding me that soon my body would be buried in the earth. Worms crawling round my rotting corpse.
Death was beautiful, it provided me a release and sense of peace that I would never have been able to have in this world. There have been stories about people who have died because of a broken heart, I am one of those, but instead I’m choosing death.
I take one more look at the surroundings, I smell the smells and I breath the cold winter air. I look down, I look through the floor and I see the other side.
One step, and I’m free. I’m falling.
Yay, another contribution! I love the ending again, you definitely know how to write a strong ending. Hope to see more from you!
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The colors in this picture move me. The lone figure speaks to me. I picture here saying…
I love it here…finally, alone, no one to bother me…
My soul is free inside a wondrous machine.
It can go anywhere my mind wills it to.
It can soar in the sky like a bird in the air.
It can drift away like a wispy white cloud.
It can shine like the sun, in a storm or at night.
It can disappear into nothing, and yet I know that it’s there.
For my soul is my own, and it can go anywhere.
Find it here…
Wow. I really loved how you used ‘It can’ repeatedly. The change in words, “go”, “soar, “drift”, “shine”, “disappear” was great. Hope to see you contribute next week again!
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wow just wow. Love it.
Here is a little something I came up with:
http://authormercedes.wordpress.com/2012/06/07/i-could-jump/
Hey there, authormercedes. I love how you started and ended with the same line ‘I could jump…’ Nice work! I also loved your description of – ‘Would my name spread like a wild fire’ so evocative. I hope to see more of your contributions to Picture it & write. 😀
thank you so much 😀