Very sorry I haven’t been keeping up with Picture it & Write as normal. I’ve just started a new job and Christmas has been utter chaos this year. Please stick around. Ermisenda is finishing chemo soon and may be able to return to writing. We’ll keep you posted on that as things progress.
Welcome to Picture it & Write, a weekly creative writing prompt here on ErmiliaBlog. I invite people to join in to our creative writing prompt. 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).
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“Why are you crying? This is the best woman empowerment song in a decade.” Annie shook her head while I sobbed. She’d watched Frozen before me; I was a bit behind the curb when it came to pop culture. I didn’t want to explain it to her then, not sure how to find the words, but I’d always been different. I’d always seen the world in a different way. To me, Let it Go was the saddest song I’d ever heard. Didn’t she hear the same words I did? Elsa had to distance herself from her family to be who she was. She’d tried to hide, never learned what she could do. What if Mozart hadn’t been allowed to play piano? What if my parents had never bought me my first camera?
–Eliabeth Hawthorne
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Very powerful piece of writing. You have a way of pulling the reader into your short story. Love it.
Hi scrappydo! Thank you. Ermisenda has been a huge influence on my ability to paint with words.
Wonderful! It feels good when you use the best words and way to write the story( I have improved a lot during my year of writing too)
That’s fantastic! Never stop working to improve. No one is perfect.
A gjreat pictorial imagination is not easy to acquire ~ Well written 🙂
Here is my take on your interesting prompt 🙂
http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-1lf
Loved that dandelions are a good thing (sorta). I’ve decorated my apartment with what my boyfriend considers weeds. Also liked the interpretation of weight loss. Very creative.
Loved that dandelions are a good thing (sorta). I’ve decorated my apartment with what my boyfriend considers weeds. Also liked the interpretation of weight loss. Very creative.
Thanks ~ I’m pleased you enjoyed it 🙂
Wow, thank you. I’ve enjoyed reading your work as well.
My pleasure 🙂
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Hi! I’m fairly new here and want to ask if we respond in our blog or here in the comments. Thanks!
Hi and welcome! Most people post on their blog with the photo and a link back, then comment here so our readers can see. However you are welcome to post in the comments instead. Whatever you prefer.
Okay. Thank you. I wasn’t real clear. I will do it on my blog! 🙂
Sounds good! Can’t wait to read it.
I am done. I did a pingback. I hope it works but if not here it is. Thank you!
https://writersdream9.wordpress.com/2016/01/05/entersenryu/
Loved it! Thanks for contributing to the Ermiliablog prompt. We hope to see you again next week.
Thank you!
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You kind of called my name. 🙂 I just love this quote: “I’d always seen the world in a different way.” Can anything be both redundant and ironic? Perfectly placed. This Annie’s got nothing but hugs for you… and maybe a little Chopin.
I decided my impression is different enough I should write it…
I was standing on the bow of a small fishing boat when I saw her – truly saw her – for the first time. At once, nothing but an umbral imperfection on the sea’s constant undulating mirage, a shadow I alone perceived, she erupted in cascading beauty and in that moment I was frozen in time – frozen at a singular critical moment juxtaposing my own birth and death.
She breathed.
Breath is life. From our first alien gasp, to our last beleaguered flatulence, it is what it is, and that always seemed so simple to me until I saw her. One simple spout of purity, erupting up into the sky showed me what I could not see before. A mother and her calf were what everyone else on the boat saw, but I saw her, and like most of you, I had never seen her before.
Her breath was not her own. Once upon a time, someplace in a forgotten galaxy, a small mass of churning cosmic debris had cooled to miserable desert clime and pulsated there in volcanic dysentery upheaval until…
She breathed.
I saw this once or twice, or actually maybe specifically just this one time, and I lied to you before as I was really fogging up the porthole glass in the privacy of my cabin when I saw it all. Billions of megatons of angry, violent, arid mass, churning in hatred against a cold, inconsequent, and loveless void, until once upon them…
She breathed.
I’m not gonna lie. I… the mini-bar in my cabin might not have been a virgin anymore. But I know what I saw. And I know I stood amazed for much longer than I should have. But I also know, as I fell back on my sorry-ass, hard-cot excuse for a bed, and a deep, abrupt shock of oxygen swirled me into oblivion… mother and calf long forgotten…
I breathed.
Loved it! Interesting take. Glad to have you back, Ann.
Amazing writing… Keep it up Ermilia 🙂