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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 
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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!
Invaders by *syda-ginger
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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Ermilia 
Eerily delightful.
I thought it was a romantic, then it changes to a thriller and delves into horror.
Nice change of pace. Well done, Ermilia.
I missed out on last week’s “shots of shorts”. Not going to happen with this picture.
Clearly, I couldn’t decide which genre to go with… so, why not go with 3? 😛 Thanks for your kind words! I can’t wait to see your contribution this week.
🙂 I was waiting for the daughter to be shocked by the lover.
Here’s my rather late contribution: INVADERS
I like how calculating these creatures are. Interesting take on the photograph! Very different. Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write this week! I hope to see you again soon.
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Hello. Here is my offering for this week, enjoy
Joe
I liked how you the character loved the food and water of the earth that had not been tampered with. Considering that he must have been pumped with pills and needles. A nice touch. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Joe!
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I have to agree with Kwadwo! Your piece was eerily delightful! Kept me on my toes that’s for sure! Good job!
I hope you enjoy my piece! 🙂
Nice work, Sam! I loved the atmosphere created by these lines ‘They laid there watching the stars zip passed and twinkle, watching the fireflies float by blinking a song in their own Morse Code, and listening to the whispers of the wind and the crickets chatting away.’ Very well done. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write. 🙂
here is my story for this weeks exercise Ermilia.
I love when you mentioned that the office was telling her the truth, that she didn’t really want to die. A very powerful story that unfortunately, is probably not far from the truth for many individuals. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Terry, and for giving me the opportunity to read your lovely work.
you are welcome Ermilia! i am always honored that you take the time to stop by for a moment and visit!!
Here’s Dear in the Headlights.
Oops, I messed up the link again.
Wow. So powerful. Amazing. I loved this description – ‘the lights blurred into duplication by her tears,’ brilliant. It’s hard to find the right words to describe this story but the ending just shocked me. Another great story. It’s probably another one of my favourites. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Annie.
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I haven’t written for a long time, so here’s mine!
Great picture 😀
It has been a while. I’m glad you came back to visit us. 😉 I loved the simile of comparing the silhouette to that of a paper doll. Nice! I love your beautiful descriptions. They’re delightful. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Rosikifish.
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Here’s my piece for this week!
-Sasha
Fast paced, well done. I was left hanging. I wished the was more to read but I guessed she had fainted? Great work. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Sasha. 🙂
Lost in the woods for years.
Challenged to face all my fears.
Nightmares became true.
I survived, would you?
Concrete jungle trees skyhigh.
Birds having issues to fly.
I want to touch the sky
I can’t I wonder why.
Wet jungle, predators around.
I am trying to touch the ground.
But I drop so incredibly deep.
Even the water feels steep.
Waking up from my daydream
By a bright light.
I am glad that someone is here
to help me escape this dark night.
– Otheus
Hey there, Otheus. I really like how the person woke up from a daydream. And then in the last stanza where you contrasted the use of ‘bright light’ and ‘dark night’. Lovely! Thanks for contributing this week.
The concrete jungle. 🙂 Scriptor made this connection once too in one of her poems. I love it! I’m all about surviving nightmares come true! ♥
Bright lights shining into my eyes. The driver seemed to be staring at me as if she had never seen a person before. Soon, a police cruiser arrived with his lights on. The two cops got out. One of them walked over to where I stood in front of the headlights and the other went to speak with the driver.
“What are you doing at here?” asked the officer.
“I don’t know. I went for a walk and now I am here.” I attempted to explain. I knew that I made no sense. But, I had no idea of how I ended up laying in the middle of a field with a truck’s bright lights waking me up.
“Come over here and sit down.” He gently guided me over to his cruiser and sat me down by the car’s tire. “What do you remember?”
“I was having trouble sleeping. So, i got up and went for a walk. I just walked a block or two.” Then I felt myself drifting into my memory of the night. “I ran into someone that I used to know from a 12 step group. We talked for a while and stopped at a local bar for a drink.”
“How much did you have to drink?”
“I only Sprite with cherry juice. I don’t drink.”
“Oh, then what happened.” The officer seemed to not believe me when I said that I didn’t have any alcohol. But, I never drink.
“I think I fell asleep or something after that.”
“At the bar?”
I nodded my head. “I don’t remember leaving the bar at all. I mean it was just across the street from my home. What could go wrong right across the street from my home?” I could feel myself shaking with fear. “What happened to me after I passed out? Why did I pass out when I didn’t drink anything?”
“I want to call an ambulance to have you checked out by a doctor.” offered the officer.
“Okay.” I hated to tell him that I didn’t think I could afford much medical care because my insurance was just for part-time employees. When I tried to get into the ambulance, I felt dizzy.
“I’m dizzy.” I told the paramedic as he helped me climb into the ambulance.
“Have a seat and we will drive you over to the hospital to be checked out by a doctor.” I sat on the stretcher and cried as he sat nearby me in silence. His presence made me feel safer than when I woke up all alone in the field with bright lights in my face…
Sprite and cherry juice! Never mix your non-alcohol! I really like this, Tracy! I want to know what happened. It’s like she drank something without knowing and I want to know what. Why.
Ooo, was her drink spiked? Nice work. I wonder what happened to her. Thanks for contributing this week!
My opponent and I
Stand face to face
Under an empty sky
Her hands at her side,
Across the field
She seems to glide
My hands are shaking
My knees knock… knock.
Our eyes lock.
A blink and she’s here.
So fast I can not breath, I do not run
The end that forever I have dread is near.
She blinks and exhales,
I feel her warmth,
My defiance fails.
I cannot speak,
I cannot cry,
I am too weak,
I can’t deny
The itching
Clawing
Clutching
Cutting
Ripping
Breaking
Of my heart.
I can’t restart
I can not let go
But that she already knows.
I release my fate
Release my fists
I stare into Hell’s gate
I gaze into her face.
And we embrace.
Forgiveness is the impossible.
It is the only way.
There is nothing to say.
Tears stream down
My miserable cheeks
I am empty and weak
Each day and weak,
The months that speak
Countless volumes of unmeasured decay
That has amounted every day
Without her here,
Disappears.
Guilt and pain wash over me
I whisper
I’m sorry.
She does not speak
She has her prey
And she touches its cheek.
The chains that have bound me
Are tighter yet
What I deserve I am bound to get.
Yet somehow…
That beautiful face
Conceals words of immeasurable grace.
I hear her say
It’s okay.
My shackles clink
Upon the floor.
We speak no more.
I like the shape of this poem a lot, Joe. And of course you win me over completely with grace loosing shackles at the end!
Wow. Overwhelmingly beautiful. This was so great. I loved the stanza referring to his inability to restart. The ending with the loss of shackles was so powerful. A true piece of art. Thanks for contributing a second time.
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This isn’t exactly a story, but I wanted to share anyway, since the picture prompted me to write! Thanks Ermilia. 🙂 http://hankie.wordpress.com/2012/07/09/finish-your-train-of-thought/
Not the conventional contribution but lovely nevertheless. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories that sprung up when you saw the photograph. I’m glad it inspired you to write, whether it’s fiction or not. I hope to see you inspired next week too! 🙂
Omg a lover’s embrace caught by a vampire daughter… The drastic change in atmosphere was just… WOW!
Thank you! I didn’t know if it was going to be effective since the change was SO dramatic. It seems it did work. 🙂
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Oh, yours was so gripping. I felt the intensity all around me… 😉
Here is my contribution for this week…
http://abcofspiritalk.wordpress.com/2012/07/10/picture-it-write-oh-cold-night/
Thanks for your kind words. Great work on your story. I loved the description of the frost eating at the grass all day. So creative. I love how you provided two different ending interpretations. It provides a new layer to the story. Thanks for contributing this week, Carolyn, to Picture it & write!
I loved yours, Ermisenda! Here is my contribution for the week:
Thanks! Wow. I loved how Linda wasted no time in getting out of there. If I was in her situation I would definitely do the same! Very creepy and well executed. Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write this week, Shalvika!
Finally, I woke up-damn it! That’s the third night this week I’ve had this same…dream…nightmare…I don’t know what to call it. All I know is that I wake up terrified and sweating. Since Deborah, Debbie I call her, has been seeing this guy Taylor, I’ve had this dream. There’s just something not right about him, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Her mother says that I’m making too much out it. “Feeling guilty about not spending enough time with our daughter”, she says. No, that couldn’t be it. Debbie and I spend as much time together as possible, since the divorce. And we have always been very close, until she started seeing this guy a few weeks ago. A Senior in high school! 18! My baby is only a Sophomore, just turned 15-what was her mother thinking to allow this! As I entered the kitchen to get a bottle of water, I heard Tonka, our rottweiler, growling a barking hysterically, and the familiar sound of that beat up Charger Taylor drove. It’s midnight and MY WEEKEND with MY DAUGHTER, what is this punk thinking coming here?! I didn’t want him coming up to the house. So, I met him in the driveway. The only time I saw him was in a picture taken on my daughter’s cell phone. And now, he’s here, unannounced, at a disrespectful hour. Tonka ran to my side, as the Charger came to a stop-engine running…
This has a completely different effect on me when I read it as if I’m Debbie reading my dad’s words.
but I made a mistake, don’t know if you caught it-I noticed it after. Thank you so much for saying that 🙂
I would never trip on mistakes. Judge not, you know? I just had this whole sinister reaction, like Taylor was going to turn out to be a vampire or something. And then when I re-read it as Debbie, I loved Taylor, he was there because I told him to come, and there was this whole Mom gets me and Dad doesn’t dynamic.
I liked how you communicated the outrage from the father. I wonder what happened next! Thanks for contributing this week! It’s always great to read different people’s perspectives on the same photograph.
Thank you for your encouragement. Your blog is so interesting, gets me thinking outside the box …
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I’m new to this writing prompt but I’d like to join in so here’s mine:http://sphrbn.wordpress.com/2012/07/12/picture-it-write-frost-fingers/
I loved yours Ermilia, how it moved so quickly and was 3 genres all rolled into one.
Thanks for your kind words. Great work! This was really creepy. I loved this description – ‘She gasped as the words latched onto her heart like a parasite and began to gnaw on her soul.’ It was chilling to read. 😀 Thanks for contributing this week and I hope to see you and your work again soon.
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This is my contribution for this week’s prompt!
Thanks!
-Meli
I wrote this a lifetime ago, but only discovered in the last couple of couple of days! Here’s Spotlight 🙂
Beautiful. 🙂 I loved this part – ‘And fly out of the wings and across the stage/I dance/Mindlessly’ Love the touch of mindlessly. Stunning imagery. Thanks for sharing your great writing with us, Tanitha! 🙂
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