Welcome to the Picture it & Write creative writing exercise. I invite 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 (please provide a translation). 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.
Please continue to write however you’re inspired, but add a tag to the beginning of your post if there’s mature content in order to keep Picture it & Write an engaging event for all of our followers.
It was my birthday, but none of my friends were here to celebrate. I didn’t get balloons or cake, not even a “happy birthday” from my parents or siblings. The white of the hospital was blinding. I kicked my feet and pouted. How could he do this to me? My youngest sibling was making his way into the world on my birthday. Couldn’t he wait a little longer?
People bustled around me. I heard people calling my name, but sat quietly instead of answering. At least they were thinking of me. It was strange, my oldest brother passed right in front of me, so close I could have tripped him, but he didn’t notice me at all.
“Nathanial,” he called as though I wasn’t sitting right there. I turned my neck to watch him stride by. Was he joking or that oblivious? When I turned back and looked at my reflection in the window in front of me, it wasn’t there.
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