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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!
Tatiana meandered across the grand hall. Everyone was wearing their most expensive and dazzling gowns and suits. The chandeliers twinkled, casting a galaxy of stars across the room. The glasses of champagne sparkled. The food glistened. Smiles shimmered from all corners. This was the event to attend. The great charity ball for Aniela’s orphanage, Phoenix, had started.
Tatiana plucked a ripe grape from the fruit platter and let it drop upon her tongue. The supple skin burst and a flood of juice delighted her tastebuds. And yet, Tatiana found the taste hard to savour. Something else had caught her dark eyes. The innocent and ‘angelic’ Aniela was wearing something that did not belong to her. Tatiana’s fingers clenched into a fist. Her fingernails dug painfully into her skin. The tiara that ought to be Tatiana’s maliciously glimmered from Aniela’s golden head. Tatiana spat the corpse of the grape onto the floor.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
Everything was perfect. The tablecloths hung perfectly centered off the edges of the tables, not a single bulb was out on the chandeliers, each flower arrangement had been redone until it’s beauty could be appreciated from every angle, and even a gentle breeze gently rustled the tulle curtains as if Alaya controlled the wind too. Alaya could not be more proud of her youngest. Aniela was not as ambitious as her brother, but she was the youngest so it was to be expected. The diamond tiara Alaya had bestowed upon her youngest tonight would make her otherwise overlooked beauty radiate and hopefully catch the eye of some eligible suitors for Alaya to chose from. Such a choice could not be left to Aniela.
Alaya strode over to the podium where she would address the crowd and surveyed her handiwork. Nothing would ruin tonight.
– Eliabeth Hawthorne
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Is dit glas half vol, of half leeg?
Dacht ik terwijl ik zweeg,
en voor me uit keek in de verte,
Voor mij werd het te
eentonig en een volgende keer.
Is het glas half leeg, en kom ik niet weer.
Is the glass half full, or half empty?
I thought while silently,
staring into the distance.
To me it was getting too
fake, like all the smiles on the faces.
Next time the glass will be,
empty for me, I shall not be here.
Anne Schilde said:
Hehe! I suppose half the glasses are half-full and the other half are half-empty. I like the ending line in this.
Hey, Otheus! I like the sombre tone to your poem. I agree with Annie, the final line was lovely. Great work. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
Anne Schilde said:
@ Ermi – I like how all the sparkling descriptions build up to the word angelic.
@ Elia – I like the illustration of perfection suggested by the glasses all being lined up perfectly.
Here’s a sip of Signature Wine.
Oh no! What an ending, very humorous. I was ready for the epic performance, my ears were practically tingling, waiting to hear the brilliant music through your words… alas maybe some other time? 😛 Another great story, Annie. Very creative. 🙂
“Hey! Let’s party!”
The dancing started. After randomly placing their glass of champagne on the long table, the guests eagerly jumped on the dancefloor.
Only I remained idle, still sitting in my seat, staring at the best moments of my teenage life. The prom night that my friends and I had organised was a success. Moreover, it was unique in its genre. We’d transformed the school hall into a medieval ballroom, with scented candles everywhere and white/beige fabric was used for almost everything: the soft velvet-like curtains, the rough table cloth… Only the long red carpet stood out.
My long bowl-like green dress carried me off to a wonderful world where kings and queens reigned and princesses were acquainted with handsome, gentleman-like princes. Then, there was the witch: she would dissolve into the crowd and watch every movement, waiting…
“Do you want to dance?”
I lifted up my eyes, which fell on the handsomest man I had ever met.
Poor thing. He’d just help a sorceress into getting closer to the court party. And soon… She will strive. And none will get out of it alive…
Anne Schilde said:
Haha, ya got me. I was starting to think, “This is unusually, bright and cheery for you.” I should have known better. 🙂
Deliciously dark again! I love your little plot twists. Have you ever written a full length novel? Another great work, evilnymphstuff. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write! 🙂
Thank you! lol not yet but I’m working on it 😉
It’s always a pleasure!