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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 will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pinterest.

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!

There was always someone who thought best. When it wasn’t my mother telling me how to comb my hair, my father telling me what to study, my sisters how to dress, I had my friends whispering about who I should date. Once I got employed, employees were hassling me to take a break while my boss urged me to work more. Marrying a man with jealous tendencies had me frequently avoiding social events to make sure arguments wouldn’t arise. But no longer. My life was being shredded apart by those close and not so close to me. I would move on, cutting those controlling ties and restructuring the ones I wanted to keep. No longer a puppet, only I would control me.

 Ermisenda Alvarez

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