art, community, desert, desperation, heat wave, life, photography, poetry, stories, survival, writing
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 will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook.
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My dry tongue sat heavy and fat in my mouth. It felt impossible to swallow. Somehow, by some supernatural ability, I was able to continue stumbling across the desert. Peering over the dunes I noticed a few figures. I blinked repeatedly but my vision would not clear. The haze blurred their identities so I didn’t know if they were friend or foe. At this point, it didn’t matter. I used the last morsels of energy to make my way towards them. When I looked up again, there was no one except heat waves rippling along the horizon like snakes.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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The image brought to mind one of the Aura-Soma (registered name) bottles, number 76, Trust.
If you would like to see the bottles then go to the link at the bottom of the story and click on bottle number 76 🙂 It is a lovely bottle, pale pink at the top and gold at the bottom. Enjoy.
This is what happens when I see colour:
The bottle sat on the table in front of me, sweet pink and gold. “Trust, bottle 76” the words went round and round in my head. There was an energy there, a shimmering, love and wisdom and small spots of something hiding in the shimmer. As I focused, closer and closer, the spots became shapes, four shapes, moving out of the line between the two levels of the bottle. Words whispered in my head, the world spun, the person opposite me disappeared and I fell into Trust.
There the gold was liquid desert, the sky pink above me. Walking towards me was my husband, my pet dog Rodriguez, my Mum and Sam, my best friend from high school. The shimmered out of the pink sky and stood by my side. Tears flowed, trust, they whispered. We are here, loving you, guiding you and bringing you safely home. The colours are the key.
Self love, self worth, let go of the guilt. Allow the love to fall around you. Feel how complete you become when the love falls around you. Be gentle with yourself. Give you time. The girl sitting opposite you needs to hear that her daughter is okay. The image on the screen was caused by a bug in the imaging system. Her baby will be born fine and healthy. She will sing, just as her mother does, and dance too. Trust.
Golden wisdom lights your path. Choose to walk knowing your every step is guided. Abundant wisdom surrounds you. Draw from the deep well of wisdom within the very centre of your being, draw from there, know the inner wisdom of you is enough. Trust.
They hugged me and I hugged them right back. Tears coursed down my face. Suddenly the warm, liquid sand was gone, the sky was overhead lighting in the long hall and the bottle sat in front of me. The young girl opposite was in tears, her head in her hands as she sobbed.
“Thank you,” she said, “just to know the baby will be okay is enough. To know she will dance and sing, is more than I could have hoped for.”
She stood to go, paid across her money and handed me a card, her business card. I sat, stunned, not knowing what had happened. Had she been transported into the bottle with me? Had I spoken out loud all that was being said? What had just happened? I didn’t ask, I just sat. Then I looked at the card, the girl was a famous singer and dancer, world famous.
All I could think was I should have got her autograph. The bottle glowed gently on the table, pink and gold, shimmering and benign. The queue in front of me grew, one by one the readings continued, bottle after bottle, falling into colour, falling out of colour, remembering nothing.
To see bottle 76, follow the link to BT as below.
Anne Schilde said:
Well, that was totally different from anything we’ve read here yet. Very ethereal and mystical, but with a nice simple message of hope.
I agree with Annie, very ethereal and mystical. I loved this description – ‘There the gold was liquid desert, the sky pink above me. ‘ Liquid desert, so cool. Thanks for contributing this week with this great piece!
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The Writers Village said:
I had fun with this one….http://thewritersvillage.wordpress.com/2012/07/28/bud-and-abbott-join-the-foreign-legion-picture-it-and-write/
Very random and quirky. I liked it. The lines ran off each other effortlessly. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Randy!
Bummer! It was just a mirage.
Here’s my contribution: BLUR
It seems the words blur and haze may gain some popularity this week :-). Ah well, let’s wait and see.
Haha! I loved it. Very humorous. The opening line was fantastic, creases developing creases. Well, you did a great job! I’ll try and choose a photo in focus for next week 😉
Anne Schilde said:
I liked the heat waves rippling like snakes. And so true if you are dying of the heat, what difference friend or foe?!
Here’s A Diet of Sand Fleas.
Hah! There are some great funny contributions this week. I was getting caught up with the story as well. Grr! I should’ve known that you would trick us like that. 😛 I wanted to know more about that sexy reptilian. 😛 I think this is the first sci-fi you’ve written. Nice work! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write, Annie.
Ermilia, here is my story on your newest writing exercise
Great work, Terry. Another tough story to tell. It’s great to see the variety of topics you touch on. Thanks for contributing this week to another Picture it & write!
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Here is my offering for this week. Enjoy
Everyone keeps incorporating tricks into their stories. It’s great for a reader! I found the tone of this story changed so dramatically but it worked so well. Fantastic work, Joe! Thanks for contributing this week.
The picture made me think of my tendency to get lost. So, i wrote about my amazing ability to get lost almost any where. http://rainbowheartlove.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/im-afraid-of-traveling/
There are much more important things to have then a sense of direction, for example loving adventure! Thanks for contributing this week and sharing your story.
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I like the last line with the rippling snakes descriptions, hope you don’t mind I got an idea from it and used swimming eels.
Here’s mine hope you enjoy: http://sphrbn.wordpress.com/2012/07/30/picture-it-write-chills-in-the-desert/
I loved the opening paragraph, some fantastic description. The suspense you left the reader with at the end was nail-biting. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
Hello! Just thought I’d let you know, you’ve been nominated for One Lovely Blog Award.
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Oh how I felt abandoned when reading your story…. hopeful then alone again…! So well written.. 🙂
Here is my little piece –
Great work, Carolyn. I also really liked the dark edge of revealing that these shadows were in fact ourselves. A meaningful contribution that takes a peek at our complicated psyche. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
Thank You Ermilia…. We really are very complicated..!
Just to let you know; since contributing to ‘Pi&w’ I have become so enthralled with writing, I’ve started on my first novel…. What a great adventure…. I’m really enjoying myself…. so Thank You Both for inspiring me..! 🙂
Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m so glad we could help contribute to you realising that dream. I can’t wait to hear more about it in the future. Best of luck, Carolyn!
Solitude, out there alone.
Seeing things, that are not there.
Longing for something moist.
Leaning forward, embracing the emptiness.
Holding onto it tightly, to never let go.
Stepping back and observing her body.
It is, as her dark eyes told me.
It will never be the same.
I love how ethereal this poem is. Grasping and longing but never attaining. Beautiful. Great work, Otheus!
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I’m sorry I’m late for this one 😛
Oo, vampires. I would have not expected that! Vampires in deserts… sounds like a new genre to me. Thanks for contributing to Picture it & write, M.D! 🙂