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.
Thanks to Scriptor Obscura’s suggestion, I am urging contributors to post the URL to an image they would like to feature for next week’s Picture it & write. After posting your story or poem below paste the image web address. Depending on the amount of images we get I will make a poll in the following two-three days, or I will choose the most appropriate one from the group. Please post the appropriate credit beside the image.
It should be fun. Write away and share your desired photograph! (Remember no pornographic or explicitly violent photographs. Don’t feel like you can only post photographs from other sites, you may post your own photographs as well.) A maximum of two photographs from each contributor please.
The coins glowed. They twinkled and sparkled upon the wooden table. Fifteen gold pieces. The coins amounted to more wealth than I could earn in fifteen years. Twelve hour-long work days. Seven days a week. Could I really be blamed for wanting my share of wealth? I was starving. There was no future. The Great Depression was like a concrete blanket upon us all, smothering sparks of life. I had to feed myself. I had to survive. My fingers finally scooped up the abundant golden blossoms. They fell into my pocket. Clink. Clink. They weighed like a kilo of filthy, worm-infested manure. I walked away from the rotting brothel, and her.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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“Clink. Clink. They weighed like a kilo of filthy, worm-infested manure.” Haha, I love it! Shit from Shinola!
That last sentence is almost daring me to write about Kate again isn’t it? Abbie paid for her in bills, but stories can change.
I’m glad you liked it. 😀 Yes, I was hoping you would write about Kate again. 😛
Yay! Thank you so much for using my suggestion here, I really appreciate it. Thank you so much! Ermiliablog is the best! 🙂
Thank you for the suggestion. Scriptor Obscura is the best! 😀 I hope to read a story/poem from you this week. 😉
I gotta run so I have to check editing again later. Sorry… Here’s A Handful of Coins and a Tooty.
Grr! I guess I typoed the link… http://anneschilde.wordpress.com/2012/02/11/a-handful-of-coins-and-a-tooty/
Mindblowing. I love this story, the story of Kate. It’s so incredibly intriguing. You approach the stories themes with the right touch; it’s gritty without being revolting and has a pinch of humour/sarcasm. I really hope to read more about Kate. The ending of your story about how much Kate was worth was fantastic. Brilliant ending. Full impact. Thanks for contributing this week Annie!
Thanks for PIaW, Ermi!
Excellent story. Very hard. You capture and maintain the girl’s voice so well. There’s a nice restraint for something so emotionally devastating. Great control of language, it seems to me. Have you sent this somewhere?
Thanks very much! No, I’ve never sent anything anywhere.
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He hit me on the face.
I fell down and my rip violently thrust itself on the corner of a wooden table. A sharp dagger went through. The coins I had earned with so much hardwork flowed like a waterfall from my little purse. They met the ground with a hypnotising music.
The world stopped running.
Every gaze fell upon those shining circular golden pieces of metal.
I then knew that I was doomed.
That’s a great idea to contribute photographs to P&W. I suggest this: http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g378/DaphYin/Creativity/DSC00113.jpg
It’s been taken from my own camera.
Ooo, I like that photo. Very evocative…Where does that road lead to…Lots of possibilities there…!
I love the imagery of the coins flowing like a ‘waterfall’ from the purse. I detect an underlying theme: the all-consuming greed for wealth. I like how that theme radiates from the paragraph without explicitly stating it. That’s brilliant writing. Thanks for contributing, evilnymphstuff and I really like your photograph suggestion! I hope to see you next week. 🙂
I love the image of the coins hitting like hypnotizing music, especially set against the violence.
[echos what Ermi said…] “hypnotising music” turns everything to slow motion so everything sinks in too.
I actually have a story that fits that picture.
http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com/2012/02/12/7158/
There’s my entry! 🙂
Love it, Eliza! A slice of poetry to go with the image. Being brave is no easy thing to do. I’m glad you shared your brilliance with us today. 🙂 I hope to see you next week! Do you have an image to suggest for next week?
Ah so true and succinctly said!
That’s my piece for this week, and this is my picture contibution:
Ooo, I like that photo, Tanitha! Great suggestion here! Thank you so much! 😀
It almost reminds me of a sort of Little Red Riding Hood, perhaps, almost like she is running away from the Big Bad Wolf. Great photo here, very moody and atmospheric.
Hey, Tanitha! Great story. I loved the tension. I’m suprised she didn’t take the jewels as well, they definitely seemed tempting. I also liked how the mistress seemed to be scowling, even in her sleep. That photograph is fantastic! I agree with Scriptor, it reminds me of Little Red Riding Hood as well. Thanks for contributing!
I like “gold blossoms” and then the unexpected turn to the gold like manure. I images at the start lured me into a gentler mood, and so the sudden turn is a nice shock and intriguing.
Thank you. That was my desired outcome, to twist the feel of the story.
Before I poured the gold on the soft-wood table, I held it, let the coins dig into my palm, like his eyes gold-brown and penetrating. He hadn’t demanded the money. I had walked to the table with my offering, and his head had tipped up to a woman’s kiss. Her ivory arm crossed his chest, while the slim corded strength of his neck stretched back, one line of sleekness as he slouched back in the chair. When the coins pattered on the table, he straightened—jaw tight and strong, and over arched black brows a rain of blacker hair. This gold I could not afford to give, but it was all I could find to speak the inner shine of him, the sun within his darkness. He’d demanded nothing; it was my allegiance I gave, without presumption. I stayed only till one fine finger flicked the nearest coin, and his eyes raised to mine, like the coins splayed across the table, sunlight in him bright.
Very descriptive! When I first looked at the picture, my thought was of the taxes being paid in the Gospel, so I really like the kind of “render unto Caesar” feel this has a lot.
Thank you! Yes, I think I felt a little of that myself, though unnamed. I’m glad you mentioned the “render unto Caesar” line … I do think I want to capture that feel more (or further) if I do something with this.
I agree with Annie, it was very descriptive. Beautiful metaphors, literary images and atmosphere. I’m really intrigued to where the story would go. The final sentence is very powerful, great work! Thanks for contributing this week Patrica. 😀
Thank you for your comments. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it, but thank you for the prompt! I enjoy your blog each time I come by, and really hope I can participate more in the future. A little at a time, it seems!
A haunted look in their eyes.
As if they are tiny spies.
The coins see you too
That’s what they do.
They follow every step you make
and every move you make.
A circular coin, never ending.
It is as if we are attending
one of their everlasting missions
What would happen if my visions
came true as some say they do.
– Otheus
Very mysterious, haunting. I like this idea of them ‘following’ every step you make because well…if they are in your pocket or purse they are definitely following you! Let alone when people think about money and finances, psychological following. I also liked the theme of a never-ending coin. It’s a vicious cycle. Well done, Otheus! I hope to see you next week. 🙂
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I think this is a great exercise to do for anyone who wants to be a writer or just like jotting down creative thoughts. I try to participate as often as I can, which sadly, isn’t very often *pout*. But if you can, you should definitely try one.
Thank you very much Taina! Although, the link didn’t work when I clicked it. I hope to see you around soon, sharing your lovely work. 🙂