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…”
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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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