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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 and will soon be added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook.
Thank you Rosikifish for your lovely photograph contribution this week! Check out more of her fantastic photography on her blog.
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The wind whipped and pulled my hair; it tugged at my sleeves and buffeted my skirt. The chilling force lifted my clothes and limbs. A sudden blast of wind smacked me down into the moist grass. Tears of pain streaked my cheeks and my dress absorbed the frost. The storm taunted and tormented me. Piercing howls shook not only my ears and mind, but my very core. I threw my hand in front of me and I grasped onto a slick tuft of grass. I couldn’t see more than a few meters ahead. Would this be the end? There was a dark grey haze before me.
- Ermisenda Alvarez
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I love the mood of this one! Very intense and scary.
It’s beautiful! I’m glad you also like it. You should visit Rosikifish’s blog to let her know what you think of her photograph, personally. Thanks for commenting!
Yes, I will let her know.:)
I had been driving home from work but I had to stop because I couldn’t see a thing in front of me. I had followed a car ahead for a ways but now I am going to try walking the rest of the way home.
“It’s okay. I can do this thing. I only have two miles left to go.” I muttered to myself. I hoped that no one would think that I have lost my since I am talking to myself. I decided to follow the road until I saw the road that leads to my house on the right side. I stuck my hands out in front of me to help me keep from walking into something.
This reminded me of the time when I had to walk blindfolded while someone else led me as part of a school project. It scared me just like this scares me. “What if I can’t find my way home?” I thought as I continued to stumble towards home.
I almost walked into a mailbox. I looked at it closely. I saw that the address said that I was heading in the right direction. …
Right? Sometimes we would be safer walking. I liked the feeling of being blindfolded.
Lovely! I really liked the end. It gave hope. I agree with Anne, the reference to being blindfolded was great. Thanks for contributing this week, rainbowheartlove!
I like the beginning of this. It feels like the storm is pulling my hair with its fist and I wanna fight back.
Thanks! :) That’s what I was trying to communicate. I’m glad I was successful.
Here’s Shades of Grey.
Great work, Annie. I really loved your use of grey ‘A dark grey dress clutched at the grey skin on my legs as they pushed their way across a grey field. The sky was hidden by a grey veil of mist that cloaked the whole world around me. The grass beneath my feet was green nestled in a bath of grey. Grey wisps of melancholy drifted across my grey mood.’
I really like how you communicated her distress. Somehow, running does seem to help. Will we get to read more of Webster’s Kiss? Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write this week! :)
Thanks! I was trying to use the color as a kind of alliteration. I don’t know if you noticed that this is the direct continuation of The Bottom Line from a few weeks ago… It’s the end of that chapter.
The simple answer on Webster’s Kiss is yes. Right now, I want to work on Kate. Too many excerpts ruin the story.
Scared and in sorrow,
The dreads the day of tomorrow.
Searching in the mists,
With bundles on her arms and wrists.
Fearing the evil creature hunting her down,
She prefered the man with the thorny crown.
If she couldn’t find the last one now see
She would be food for the bunny.
So please tell her and help her attack.
The last place with the final easter egg.
– Otheus
Silly typos I spot now.
Scared and in sorrow,
She dreads the day of tomorrow.
Searching in the mists,
With bundles on her arms and wrists.
Fearing the evil creature hunting her down,
She prefered the man with the thorny crown.
If she couldn’t find the last one now see
She would be food for the bunny.
So please tell her and help her attack.
The last place with the final easter egg.
Excellent use of the Easter theme!
This totally reminded me of a Michael Sowa painting I have in an old calendar I refuse to throw away…
Haha! I like the Easter theme. I liked that you didn’t portray the bunny as happy and cheerful but rather as a menacing creature. I also really like that calendar painting you posted Annie. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
http://iwritewhaticannotsay.wordpress.com/2012/04/08/the-air/
My entry for the week :D
Hey Eliza! Thanks for contributing this week. I really loved the reference to the grass and how it just ‘perks’ back up like she had never stepped there. The idea of disappearing, not leaving a mark on earth. ‘I am the air’ A beautiful poem. Great work!
Thanks so much for putting my photo on Picture it & Write, its great to see what stories come up!
I thought so too! Keep taking great photographs. ;)
The wind was coming after me. It had eaten everyone else. I was the only one remaining.
It was very hungry.
I held on to the smooth green grass, tightened my dark dress around me, and I thanked God for every minute that passed away. I realised that I was strong for my ten years of age. Was I ever normal anyway?
My pale blonde hair was thrust into my face. I could not see; I could not smell; I could not cry or shout.
But I could resist.
And I will and it will grow tired before I do. At least I hope.
Wish me luck.
I really liked the idea of the wind being hungry, feeding on people. A great perspective on the photograph, evilnymphstuff! Good luck to the poor girl. I think this was a powerful line ‘But I could resist.’ Thanks for contributing this week!
I agree, especially if you think of tornado winds that devour everything in their path. Good job!
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Sometimes a broken heart cannot be mended
Sometimes all it can do is succumb to the ache and curl up in its sorrow.
Enclosed in its emptiness
It yearns for what it had
Begs for it all to come back. For the past to come back.
Searches for him. Runs to him.
Will he be there amongst the mist, amongst the fog that surrounds her?
Or will she run forever
ummm that’s what came to my mind… kind of made me think of Wuthering Heights
Very powerful, littleskew! Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write this week. I really loved the last 3 lines. So beautiful to end on ‘or will she run forever’. Well done!