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.
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Original image on abandoned-places.com.
A man reached two staircases. One went straight up. The rungs were sturdy and sure. There were no corners or twists, nothing unexpected. The other was worn from the many footsteps before. It wound around, the twists and turns revealing light and shadows. Taking this staircase, the man would experience highs and lows, joys and depression. Taking the other would ensure a smooth journey, but he would drift through life and come out the other side unchanged. Upon seeing that both led to the same floor at the end, he realized that it is not the destination that matters, it is the journey that gets you there that is important.
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Ermilia 
“What the hell is this?”
“It is called two ways to heaven.”
“What does that mean?”
“They symbolize two different routes to the same place. The Ladder and the twisting stairs. Since they both go upwards heaven was the natural choice. But it can mean any journey in life.”
“It looks like they just twisted a slide and welded stairs to it.”
“I believe that is exactly what happened. The artist is famous for reinvigorating scrap metal, especially items with great sentimental value.”
“So she uses old rubbish. How much would it be then?”
“Five thousand. But we are open to offers above four for the right client.”
“Really? Five grand for that???”
“The artist is world renowned”
“I don’t care if it was the pope himself, I wouldn’t pay that much for it. How about three hundred? Cash in hand.”
“I’m sorry sir. I can’t possibly…”
“Five hundred then.”
“Sir I’m going to have to ask you…..”
“A thousand and not a penny more.”
“Sir! The price is what it is. I cannot…”
“You’ve bent my arm. Two grand!”
“Sir please! I cannot allow.”
“You said four thousand for a special client.”
“Sir yes. But..”
“Three thousand and I’ll stop annoying you.”
“Well..”
“Three and a half”
“Done!”
“Pleasure doing business with you.”
Lmao at the “and I’ll stop annoying you.” I can relate to not understanding the price of artwork.
Brilliant!~ The art market unveiled 🙂
There’s definitely an air of realism to this one! I am another one who doesn’t understand the price some people pay for what looks…well, not entirely artistic to me.
I agree with the others, well done, putting a spotlight on the art world.
Here is my reply to your amazing prompt ~ Thanks very much Ermilia.
http://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/?p=2428
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Seems that none of the team has done these in a long time. Petra, Tempest and I created this.
http://weaverandwaterbearer.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-snows-and-staircase.html
I love the names y’all came up with and it’s neat to see multiple contributors come together. So glad to have you back, we hope to see you again soon.
Here’s my offering this week
http://jugglingcephalopod.wordpress.com/2014/12/29/lacking-direction/
Here is my paragraph
http://www.imaginings.tk/2014/12/picture-it-writeher-crypt.html
I agree ERMILIA it is the journey that’s most important.
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A not-new SF idea, but I brought it in at 100 words: http://parkinkspot.wordpress.com/2014/12/31/thirteen-steps-to-insanity/
Spiral down underground; the only light from the top of the stair. In and out the cellar slowly is the single function of this staircase design. There is another way, made straighter and faster, for those who have not time. Inside this manmade cave is the dark and damp and cold; no wonder the walls fester and teem with the stench of putrid mold and mildew, the taste of earth and decay. When you venture down the cellar, you certainly miss the day.
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