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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.
I thanked the waitress as she placed the brownie before me. My mother-in-law stared at it with pursed lips. The woman’s skin stretched over her petite frame, she was dry like a prune. I glanced at the ice cream as it began to melt, it hugged the brownie. “That looks,” my mother-in-law paused. “Creamy.” Heat flushed my cheeks and a nervous knot tightened in my stomach. I found it hard to keep my salivating tongue at bay. I wanted to eat the brownie but with my skeletal mother-in-law judging me I didn’t know if I could. “Hows the baby?” My in-law pried. “Still big?” The brownie was soaking up the cream like a sponge. A spark of anger energized my fingers. “Healthy,” I snapped and sunk my fork spitefully into the heart of my desert.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Lol. Love it. I am blessed with a mother in law that thinks I’m pretty cool, as well as her being cool herself.
That’s good. My mother had a bad mother-in-law, oh the stories!
Baked to perfection and fluffy delight
Readily I grab my fork, and then consider making it “finger food”
One small thing, so very tempting
Waiting on everyone else to get theirs is such a challenge
Nevertheless I refrain from devouring that bit-of-heaven dressed in chocolate
Ice cream melts atop it, mixing the flavors
Envisioning every blissful bite – soon to be enjoyed
I’m thinking that this poem is displaying how hungry I am at the moment!
I’m thinking this poem might make some other people hungry.
Oh, it definitely made me hungry writing it. I’m glad it’s had a similar effect on others. I loved this part ‘that bit-of-heaven dressed in chocolate’. I love everything dressed in chocolate. 😀 A very descriptive poem, great work.
Wow, this is going to be hard. I through another challenge at myself for this week and this really doesn’t fit at all.
I really like the cream torturing me by sinking into the brownie, and “sunk my fork spitefully into the heart of my desert” is such a perfect end to the inner struggle! Haha, I have my fork clenched in a fist!
Okay, so the challenge I through?? at myself this week was to turn whatever picture came up into a diary entry. I even had some stuff written I had to throw away. Here’s Mmm… Marbled Marlin.
Thanks for the lovely words, Anne. That Marbled Marlin sounded absolutely delicious. I was ready to rip it off that Andy’s plate and munch on it myself. 😛 I thought this was hilarious and brilliant ‘I wanted him to take a bite of
meit so bad.’ Another awesome contribution from you. Very innocent and sweet.Okay, I’m done with that one, maybe, lol! I had two thoughts about this one and might persue the other as well. blessings, Terri
didn’t see the pingback so here is the link:
http://terri0729.wordpress.com/2011/12/17/i-was-free-this-weeks-picture-it-write/
Very funny. I love the light hearted contributions this week. They’re great. This stanza made me smile ‘As ice cream dribbled down/on my shirt to defile’ I pictured it so perfectly, the glare of the mother-in-law. Great work as always, Terri!
Eliabeth’s contribution:
“We do what we must because we can.” The voice sang across the speakers. Something was suspicious but there it was! The promised cake! The cake was there, it was real! It wasn’t a lie! Hope and joy filled me as I knew… I’d won.
No grief counseling for me.
That made me laugh out loud at the first mention of cake!
“And when you’re dying I’ll be still alive… still alive… still alive.”
Best thing is, I’m betting a fair portion of the people who read the blog will understand this.
LOL! Great one!! There have been some humorous ones submitted this week and I love it 🙂 Blessings, Terri
It’s short, but I just couldn’t help myself!
Too busy drooling.
(Eliabeth) I swear I just ate that at Carino’s earlier tonight.
😀 Good response!
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There is mine:
http://masochisticqueen.wordpress.com/2011/12/18/__-picture-it-write-10/
Oh the pain! I would be straight in that bin and taking the brownie right out. Maybe not quite…. but love the short contribution. Great (but cheesy :P) pun. While everyone here is fantasising over the brownie it was great to read a contribution where the brownie is actually seen as a negative, tempting but negative. Hope to see much, much more from you Eliza!
Don’t know if this P&W was supposed to make me hungry or write something for it. I decided probably the latter, so here I go:
The cake resembles me.
The world on top,
of a fragile base
with faith seeping down
and moving away.
– Otheus
This is such a beautiful interpretation!! I love it!!
Simple and lovely!! Blessings, Terri
Oh this is great! I love the interpretation!
Delicate. A contribution where the meaning is something deeper, the brownie is a metaphor. Very touching, beautiful. Great work, Otheus! I really loved the image of ‘faith’ seeping down.
The little place on the corner of fifth and broad was practically ancient. A tribute to the city’s antiquity. If you asked Rich why he kept coming back to the diner he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Of course, he would say it was the dessert just like everybody else, but that wasn’t it. Not really. No one could say why it had such appeal. It wasn’t the décor, old world German. The food was garbage and the coffee sucked but still – the place had a regular clientele. Joe would just smile as he’d hand you that brownie or slice of pie (that you just had to have) and proclaim it to be an old family secret. “Special ingredient.” he’d say. He wouldn’t tell you what that was either. But one thing was for sure. The young ladies in the back who baked the desserts, the ones that you never got to see? They didn’t stay young for long.
Great read! Kinda reminds me of the donut shop I worked in. The clientele were really there for each other, not for the food or the crappy coffee.
The conversational tone of the contribution was great. Thanks for contributing this week, Kyllan. I could imagine this paragraph being used for an opening scene in a movie, it would be narrated by a deep, masculine voice. Well done, the funny ending was the final touch. 😀
Fun stuff, I’m thinking this will have to be a regular thing. Just like melange, I’ll do whatever it takes to get the juices flowing. Great idea for a blog component, bravo.
The Cake-Eaters Ball,
Come one and all.
Dressed in white,
Shrouded by diamond’s shine and darkness of night,
A splinter of fractured face of right.
Righteous in coming,
A get together of the righteous, the morally straight,
The cake eaters collect in a gathering of the Great.
discuss the ever debatable fate
Of all those, like me, who can’t afford cake.
Heehee! Sorry, another bitter post. I’ll try to make one a little more upbeat sometime =P
Wow, I really liked this. Haha, it’s not bitter… well maybe a little. But it’s brilliant. I loved this phrase ‘shrouded by diamond’s shine and darkness of night’. The final two lines of the poem are also fantastic, it delivers the impact. Well done! Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write this week. 🙂
For sure don’t apologize! This created a great picture.
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Hmm I so love chocolate!
My contribution:
My stomach growled with hunger as I stared at the chocolate brownie which was exposed inside a coffee shop. A big Vanilla ice cream ball which lay on top of it was already starting to melt. It was indeed so hot outside. I was about to burst into the small shop when the reason I was hungry stopped me dead. I could not allow myself to rest, to show myself — not yet. I had escaped… but this moment of freedom might not last. I had to move on.
I looked back at the delicious dessert which seemed to wait for me to take it with me.
Next time, dear brownie. And I kept on running.
Ooo, I’m intrigued as to why she/he is running. Great work, evilnymphstuff. I know if I was trying to escape from someone a brownie this delicious could halt me for a few seconds. Mmm, chocolate is my most exploited indulgence. Thanks for contributing, I hope to see more in the future!
Delicious demise in a delicate dessert dares the desperado and is denied. I’m curious too!
http://gotmeghan.wordpress.com/2013/05/25/picture-it-write-indulgence/
I think I liked this one just a little bit too much lol
Oh, I think that’s mean! He sounds like a sweetheart, why wouldn’t she want to have a double desert? That’s how I’d love to spend my night with my partner. This was a creative interpretation of the photograph. It’s great to see that people still flick through the older picture it & writes to be inspired!