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Sorry for the delay today. It was meant to be Eliabeth’s turn this week and I can’t seem to get in contact with her. I (Ermisenda) have jumped in.
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.
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by David Talley
The bruises on my wrists darkened as the light from the sky extinguished. The slashes on my back continued to sting. Whenever the sea water lapped at an open wound, I cringed. I wanted to crawl away but all my energy had been sapped from me with the whipping.
My fingers dug deep into the sand as I wept. Even with the excruciating pain, I found some solitude. My mind drifted to my beautiful beloved. After all, it was due to our love that I had been left here to rot. White trash like myself was still not suitable for a woman of colour.
The water continued to caress my legs. Then I suddenly tensed. It was not water, there was someone touching my skin. Vulnerable, I tried to close into a fetal position. Was it the men of the village coming to finish the job or maybe my beloved coming to save me? Before I could catch their face, my vision went black.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
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The robe was to be a turn on or so he had been told. That night he had given so much of himself and today in the light of day he found the sand like sand paper on his bare skin. Alex had told him that they would have a wonderful night, one to remember. However Trent didn’t remember a thing, the night was a blur. A wave washed up and he groaned at the sting from the salt in the wounds.
Trent couldn’t see them but he was sure long scares would mar his skin for the rest of his life. The knife…wait knife? Trent shivered in the water, not wanting to see what else had happened to his body. How could Alex do this to him? Leave him on the beach to be found nude and tied up. Pain lanced through his heart as he hear the first bark from a nearby dog.
A black lab padded up to Trent, licking his face when he tried to push the mutt away. In that moment Trent pushing his fingers into the sand welcoming the give of sand. When Trent looked at the sand it was red with his blood fear chocked off his throat and the scream that would bring help. Black spots started to swirl around his vision and soon he passed out from blood lose.
I hope the dog runs and gets its owner, and that said owner is a good person!
So sorry for Trent, but she said it would be a night to remember. Everytime you hear that beware!
Haha, that was kinda my comment too.
Yikes, that was a serious incident! I wonder if she was responsible or they both got attacked and discarded…that would be an interesting twist. Thanks for contributing this week Kr Brown!
Your very welcome! That was supposed to say rope..LOL
The rope burned his arms.
He didn’t get out with his charms.
The spell he casted on her,
seized to exist.
Everything was a blur.
The water kissed his lips
more passionately than before.
It seemed, she was his final score.
– Otheus
I’d say she got him but good!
I love a good strong woman that knows what to do. Love this poem.
The water kissing him more passionately than before was such a beautiful line. My heart melted. Beautiful. Great poem, Otheus!
I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, but I absolutely love “seized to exist!”
Mine is here. It’s an epic length one, so if anyone is not up to reading something long, don’t click the link! Anyone who clicks the link does not get to complain about the length of the piece. You’ve been warned!
Oh, I hope he finds her again. Those hallucinations are truly cruel. But when you’re exhausted, those things have been reported to occur. Best of luck to Dwayne! Thanks for contributing this week, Lily. 🙂
Aw, I had just told my nana that it was Eliabeth’s week too. I hope she’s okay. 🙂
http://gotmeghan.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/picture-it-write-beautiful-hell/
Thanks for your concern. I eventually found her! She has just been swamped with work in RL (real life :P).
A lovely tale. I like how the bruises served as a reminder of her strength, of her fighting. It’s a nice little twist, Meghan. 🙂 Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!
Yay that you found that but that second part sucks. Lol
http://terry1954.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/_picture-it-write-ermilia-4/
It’s a sad story. Although, he seems a bit of a stalker to me! Moving a whole city away? Always standing near work to see her? I think I would have given him the flick too. Although I loved this line ‘Drug use turned from social to everyday living.’ Sadly that’s what happens to so many people. Another reason why I don’t think using drugs socially is a good idea because those things can easily become a slippery slope… Thanks for contributing this week, Terry!
you are welcome Ermilia. Glad you enjoyed it
I got a bit carried away… http://starvingactivist.wordpress.com/2013/08/18/picture-it-write-18-august-2013-the-thrill-seeker/
Super creative, AR Neal. I definitely didn’t see a man diving into Uranus (hahaha, I can never NOT giggle at that word. I’m still so immature…). I look forward to your next piece for Picture it & write! 🙂
I couldn’t add a comment on your page. I was surprised by the direction you went, but I suppose I should be getting used to your love of sci-fi. Definitely didn’t expect to end up on Uranus. I’ve never read Roger Zelazny, but it’s nice you did a tribute!
And here it is!
http://prisailurophileblog.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/picture-it-write-a-short-story-xvii/
The two first sentences are so powerful. Damn. I can feel it in my heart! Great little piece this week. 🙂
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Here’s mine for this week!
http://poeticalpoet.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/picture-it-and-write-shipwrecked/
I would personally be a little concerned that I had my hands tied up! At least she’s alive. 🙂 The boat is a mystery… Just noting that the beginning of the post seems to have some distracting HTML that I don’t think you planned to be there. Just a heads up! Thanks for contributing this week. 🙂
This week is a combination.
http://glynisrankin.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/picture-it-write-debt-drown/
I too loved this line “Moma always told me that ain’t no reason to talk about a bird singing in the tree we all hear it.” Very powerful. Great story. Thanks for contributing this week, Glynis!
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Hi there! This is my offering for this week
http://joe2stories.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/picture-it-and-write-for-sale/
Enjoy
Oooh, you tease, Joe. Such a great beginning of a story. I wonder if he was telling the truth. His statement about his father and riches reminded me of the spam email I get: ‘Help me now with money, and I will pay you bagillions later’. Although I think she’s right. Whoever he turns out to be, at least he’ll be interesting. Thanks for contributing. 🙂
This picture really intrigued me. It reminds me of part of a dream I posted back in 2010. A guy I was spying on fell into the river and dragged himself up onto the bank after a struggle in the water. This guy presents as a cross between three different characters in the dream. You can read the dream if you like… Will of a Wisp. I always thought it would make a good story.
In the mean time, I like the idea of slavery here, a white man enduring wounds seemingly of empathy, but you feel that he endured them for love. The water and the chain and the ropes that once bound are all very compelling. Loved this: “The water continued to caress my legs.” And then it turned out to be someone caressing my legs.
Thanks, Annie. 🙂