Blind Sight launched March 1st so as part of the Blind Sight Blog Tour, it’s theme month for Picture it & Write. The rules have not changed, but all of our initial post will now be written using Blind Sight characters and have two paragraphs instead of one as Ermisenda and Eliabeth use characters from their side of the series. If you have read the novel, you are welcome to use our characters if you make a reference to the Blind Sight novel in your post or write it as a comment here.
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.
Every fortnight we hope to host a photograph suggested by contributors. So, keep those photograph recommendations coming. Submit your favourite images (with credit) for next week’s Picture it & write!
Leocardo’s eyes shifted feverishly beneath his lids. He clenched his fists; his knuckles faded to white. The longer he ran, the more distant Odette’s voice became. Where was she? He could hear her scream perfect literary sentences before her biting, Spanish gibberish-consumed whispers plagued his ears again, from every direction.
“She shall prick her finger, on the spindle of a spinning wheel-” He found her. “Pinchará el dedo… pinchará el dedo…” Odette’s voice softened.
Leocardo turned to find Odette beneath a shower of papers. Something was written upon them…or drawn… Leocardo could not discern. He felt the need to collect them. Odette twirled and threw more papers into the air from her book. They flapped like winged demons. Leocardo felt uncomfortable with Odette surrounded by the flying papers, he wanted to take her away. They hovered around her like a bad omen or a pack of hungry crows.
Like a flickering flame, Odette struggled to hold her gaze with her brother. “Pinchará el dedo…”
Leocardo woke.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Like evil paper airplanes, they circled around Aniela, fluttering in her face, dive bombing her. Never did they touch her, but that only made them more frightening. It was as if they could see her, react to her movements. The faces. The faces on the drawings saw her, saw her for what she was. A liar, a thief.
Aniela threw up a shield, but the persistent pages only became incensed and pecked harder. Who were they? What did it all mean? Her heart told her one thing and her mind told her another.
– Eliabeth Hawthorne
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Haha, I like the reference to La Bella Durmiente del Bosque. Things really don’t always translate quite right do they?
Poor Aniela! This reminds me of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice in Fantasia where the inanimate brooms are personified and Mickey’s magic is powerless to stop them. Whatever did she steal?
I did a Blind Sight piece last week, and it’s a lot of work trying to stay true to characters you didn’t create. I pictured a fight between Alaya and Tatiana, with Alaya angry over magic being used in public, and irrationally using it publicly herself in her anger. I imagine Tatiana finally having enough of it and surprising Alaya with the strength of her own gift.
I think Tatiana would surprise Alaya, really surprise her mother…and herself. When I think of Odette’s coma I always think of Sleeping Beauty. It’s impossible not to. I’m glad you like it! 😀
I agree that writing “true” with characters you didn’t create yourself is really difficult. You can always repost Odette’s story. It was great. There is no pressure on writing with the Blind Sight characters, it’s just a choice me and Eliabeth made, for the blog tour. 🙂 Thanks for commenting, dearest Annie!
If anything, I’d say I felt pressured to write one of my own characters. 😉 I got halfway through a story, but I haven’t had time to work on it since.
…and with that said, here’s A Promise to Keep.
I liked how you hit key symbols in the final sentences such as the dress, the “promise”, her mothers features in her face and the dream. Another lovely installment in the Kate series. It felt very sombre, slow moving and delicate, particularly compared to the others. Softer. You execute so many great writing styles, seemingly without effort. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write! 🙂
Now, if someone can just explain how this pic spoke Frost in my head…
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Awesome picture this week!
Mind-blowing. That was…out of this world. The finale to your story was so incredibly powerful. I really loved the imagery of the paper ripping through her hair, taking a couple of strands with it. This….just wow…. So. Amazing. Don’t stop writing! Thanks for contributing this week at Picture it & write. It was a pleasure reading this story. I love the photograph as well. 😀
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My entry:
http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com/2012/03/05/song-in-the-forest/
Will do the ones I’ve missed later if I have the time (hopefully!).
Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write. A great poem! I loved the image of ‘raining words’ and a ‘forest of pages’. Great atmosphere! I hope to see you participate next week. 🙂
Join in on as many as you desire. There’s no deadline, so whenever you have time, we’ll be waiting to read your lovely work Eliza. 😉
I feel like crying. I am so used to this page being more than I can possibly keep up with and trying anyway because I love all your entries so much! It must be time for a limerick…
Words flew about on the breeze
Like leaves tossed away by the trees
For oak, elm and larch
Had forsaken their March
In the midst of their Februaries
The horror! The pain! The trauma!
This arboreal diorama
Offers little reprieve
With its thin veil of leaves.
Annie typoed her damn Oxford comma!
I’m having way too much fun.
I know. I’m the only one.
Working my words
Into poetic turds…
Thankful I don’t have the runs?
Limericks too often freed
Cause others to beg and to plead,
“You crazy nut!”
“Shut the… up!” But…
I gave myself something to read!
Bahahahahaha..poetic turds. I definitely didn’t think “Shut the … up!” Continue with the one woman show. 😀 I have to agree, it makes me sad that there aren’t that many entries. I’m not sure if it’s because of this time of year (I have no idea what’s on during this time of year) or if people have lost interest. I know how easy writers give in to procrastination. 😛
I did 4 of those in less than 20 mins! 😀 I’m seriously proud of myself!
I know for me, it’s been life getting in the way. I feel really badly. I know I comment more than most people and others probably start looking forward to it (I’m just learning this) and I hate that I let something like whether I was going to eat Friday, or still have a flat, or whatever, get in the way of that. I’ll try to do better. ♥
Don’t feel bad Annie! We all get busy and life gets into the way. The most worrying of thoughts is definitely what to eat on a Friday. 😛
I know I’m late for this week’s picture it and write but I’m rather busy with school at this time of the year.
The book. She had always feared it. But she’d desired it at the same time. It pulled her to it – it made her mad, it wanted her to touch it, open it and…
She knew it was forbidden.
Nevertheless no one could stop her when she went running into the forest in her night gown with it securely under her arms. How could she have been so naive? She flipped it open.
The night cursed her, the trees howled at her, the leaves shuffled at her feet as the written pages endlessly flew out of the Book, hurting her along the way, disrupting the calm violence of the forest…
“Once upon a time…”
“…she wore the dress…”
“…but the Queen…”
“…die…”
“…cry…”
The words whispered to her. The stories filled her mind. The Book was suffocating her. She could not breathe. She felt pulled. She felt pain. Her head was going to explode. The Book took hold of her…
And she was trapped into a world of fairytales.
Who knows who will be the next to open the Book?
Ooh, I like the “calm violence of the forest!” And I like the phrases as bits and pieces fluttering by in the text.
I really like the atmosphere you create when she opens the book with the night cursing her and the trees howling. The final question to the story is great as well, it really leaves the reader with that literary punch. Will I be next? I don’t know if I could resist curiosity…
As I said to Anne, don’t worry about being delayed. This is meant to be a fun, creative writing exercise for everyone. There should be no pressure. It’s all for the writers/bloggers/readers benefits. (Although… I do admit that I get a lot of pleasure from reading the entries!)
Very mysterious, this one. Which book is it ? 😛 The question at the end was very effective; in that the construction of the book throughout the extract was quite negative (it looks like it’s a dangerous book!) but then the question is temptation … curiosity …
Hey, Eliza, what happened to your blog? I have been wanting to visit it but it says that it doesn’t exist.
Oh I changed the url … the new address is http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com
🙂
Thanks! 🙂 (When I click your hyperlinked-name from your comments it redirects me to your old blog url. You might want to change that in settings?)
Suicide, murder and death,
are the things I read with my final breath.
As I twirl around in this tornado of emotions.
power to sink me into the soil.
And be six feet under,
Just for a while.
– Otheus
Thanks for contributing this week, Otheus. Your poem has a very strong beginning, great work. I love the imagery of a ‘tornado of emotions’. I hope to see you next week!
I know it’s late to enter this post – and you’ve all moved onto another, but I SO loved the image and wanted to capture a moment with it.
Here’s my entry.
http://doubledynamite.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/picture-it-and-write-gilded-lily/
Tereasa
It’s never late, doubledynamite! Inspiration doesn’t have an expiry date, and Picture it & write certainly doesn’t. 😉 A great story! I loved this part ‘It was a cancerous rust filling holes in their teeth. It made them whisper. Plan. ‘ Your hold on descriptive words is amazing. It really helps illustrate the scene and your character’s emotions. Lovely work, Tereasa! Thanks for contributing.