Picture it & Write

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Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing prompt. We invite people to join in by commenting with a work 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).

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.

I stand at a precipice, frozen. I’ve spent my life walking through life, tilted backwards. Instead of acting, I am pulled along. I resist. Pressures all around me, push and pull. I stay in jobs I hate. I only went to college because my parents made me. If I was running a 5K, I’d be that person whose dog is doing all of the work for them. But that is not what people see. People see me standing straight. I am at the top of a platform, victorious. They do not see my struggles. I only let them see my successes.

–Eliabeth Hawthorne

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Picture it & Write

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Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing prompt. We invite people to join in by commenting with a work 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).

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.

 

“A bird may love a fish senor, but where would they live?”

A quote from Ever After played in my mind when I saw the juxtaposition of wood stepping stones embedded in the gravel. My mind began to picture the type of person who once lived here: an artist too consumed by work to worry about keeping grass alive. Whomever lived here saw the world in a different way. It was too bad the house was foreclosed. As I confirmed an offer, I wondered what happened to the former owner.

–Eliabeth Hawthorne

Picture it & Write now supports The Girl Effect, a movement empowering girls to break the cycle of poverty in their communities, countries, and world. All profits from the publication are donated to this cause. Everyone is welcome to use the button, just link them back to the Picture it & Write category or Ermiliablog! Share your love for Picture it & write on your blog with the image below. Be proud, and stylish !

Picture it & Write

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Happy Easter everyone!

Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing prompt. We invite people to join in by commenting with a work 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).

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.

“Mummy, they are two high Mummy!”

“Those are special eggs.”

I listened without taking my eyes off my book. Not only did I not enjoy screaming children, I didn’t think Easter should be about eggs and chocolate bunnies. Easter was about cleaning up after yourself, spring cleaning, renewal and all that jazz. Maybe if stupid “spring forward” daylight savings or non-daylight savings hadn’t just happened, maybe I’d be more tolerant of over-sugared children.

–Eliabeth Hawthorne

Picture it & Write now supports The Girl Effect, a movement empowering girls to break the cycle of poverty in their communities, countries, and world. All profits from the publication are donated to this cause. Everyone is welcome to use the button, just link them back to the Picture it & Write category or Ermiliablog! Share your love for Picture it & write on your blog with the image below. Be proud, and stylish !

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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.

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dragon eye of indigo blue (by paloetic)

The creature stared at me. I took another step towards it. The dragon didn’t flinch as I made my way up to it, sword in hand. Was it not scared? Every fibre of my being was taut with nerves. With each step I took, I waited for the dragon to snap and devour me.

I took the last step and crouched beside the beasts head which lay on the cold stone floor. Feeling stupid with my sword in hand, I lay it on the ground next to me. Maybe this beast could help me on my quest? I looked to the beast again and felt something grip my heart. It’s eyes… they were hers. But where was she? I snatched my sword off the ground and leapt back.

“Where is she? And why do you have her eyes?!” My voice broke with emotion.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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Man in the suit by apaxngh on deviantart

As an Asian boy growing up in London, he was familiar to insults. They’d tease him for his eyes, the breadth of his shoulders, and made it clear that he would be useless in bed with women. He was never a man the way they were men. He had taken that anger and consumed its energy. He was known as The Man In The Suit now. He was a hot-shot lawyer and women draped themselves over him, he was known for his prowess both in the business world and in the bedroom. He was cold and distant but flicked on charm at a moments notice. He was ‘a man’ by the standards of the boys who would tease him. But one day he woke up being particularly aware of how empty and lonely his expensive apartment was, and he wondered whether this was the kind of man he had always wanted to be.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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Forest Sculpture by Spencer Byles

“You need to stop seeing these things!” My father grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and shook me. “You need to close your eyes and tell yourself that they’re not real. I don’t care how real they look. I don’t care how tempting it can seem to walk towards them. You do not go near those archways of Satan! Do you understand?”  I kept staring out into the forest. Where did those archways lead?

I felt my father’s hands grab my chin. He snapped my head around to face him. My gaze fell on his anger-lit eyes. They were still there. The archways were in his eyes too.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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He insists on holding my hand all the way. I hold tight.

“Where are we going?”

He throws me a smile over his shoulder but doesn’t respond. I watch my feet, making sure I don’t trip on the rocky path. He stops without warning and turns around. He cradles my face and kisses me deeply. When he pulls away, I take a deep breath.

“Are we there?” I ask with a smile. There are butterflies in my stomach.

“Not yet.” He takes me by the hand again and keeps walking.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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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.

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by Robert Carter

I stared at the middle aged woman. She was pretty, but she looked weathered. Large bags hung beneath her eyes. Her face looked permanently creased from worry. She stared at me with her eyes glistening.

“Hey,” she said softly. I didn’t know who she was. I just stared at her. Who in the world was she?

“Should I know you?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

As she took a deep breath and briefly closed her eyes, a tear ran down her cheek.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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silent dying by laura makabresku on Flickr

My brother looked so peaceful. As I watched him from my seat, I wondered when he would wake up. I knew I was fooling myself but I didn’t care. I couldn’t handle what was happening. I kept fidgeting with my fingers and tapping my foot. I reached out and touched the thin cloth. Grandma smacked my hand out of nowhere. She always had a knack of sneaking up on people. I leaned back into my chair and touched my stricken hand.

“You cannot take the cloth from his body. You know that, Xavi.”

I nodded. I didn’t want this to be true. I didn’t want what would happen next.

Suddenly, my brother opened his eyes and I knew it had started.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

Picture it & Write now supports The Girl Effect, a movement empowering girls to break the cycle of poverty in their communities, countries, and world. All profits from the publication are donated to this cause.

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With my hands on the side, I looked out into the stars. I was so high that I couldn’t see the cities below me. The night obscured everything. I peered up towards the balloon that was carrying me up and wondered if the flame would accidentally burn the material. It all looked so flimsy, too simple. How was this keeping me up this high? Even when I wanted to get back down on the ground, I couldn’t. I just kept floating… floating… I was the only candle in the sky.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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