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bad, contributing, dark, evil, forest, good, inspiration, life, photography, poetry, rp, stories, story, writing, YA, youth

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Collecting youth. by alexstoddard on Flickr.

The sharp nail scraped my chin. It may as well have been a blade as the lethal, gritty edge punctured my skin. With my half closed and yet fluttering eyes, it was hard to see the person before me. I wanted to run but I needed the money. I needed to seal this deal. The darkness was thick and appeared to pulse rapidly, just like my wild heart. “Lavish in your newly acquired riches,” the gravelly voice spoke, from neither a man or woman but something much more hellish. “But the clock is ticking and I will collect.” The gnarled finger caressed my cheek and I shuddered.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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Picture it & Write

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creative writing, forest, Mother's Day, nature, photography, poetry, writing

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.

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Picture by Mihai Tamasila

Your arms were always open, even when I wronged you.
You gave me life, you gave me air, even when I hurt you.
You never discouraged me, never dragged me down.
You perform little miracles every day,
Even when people are hacking away at you.
I wish for your strength, your patience, and your resilience.
Someday I will stop taking you for granted. 

Happy Mother’s Day Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day Mother Nature. 

– Eliabeth Hawthorne

Ermisenda was kind enough to let me write something this week for Mother’s Day (anyone who forgot, you better go call your mom now *stern face*).

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__picture it & write

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forest, inspiration, life, photography, poetry, red, secrets, sibling, stories, tree, writing

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The leaves were glowing bright red, as if they were on fire. The path gleamed and winked at me. The trees spread their branches wide, like arms. My foot stepped in front of the other. The end of the path was obscured. Where would it lead? When I looked down I noticed the blood-stained leaves crushed. There was something tangible in the air, a taste on my tongue. Something dark was hidden here. “Lets go, I’m bored,” my sister whined. She couldn’t see what I could. She couldn’t see the warm, wet blood dripping off the leaves. What secret was hidden in these woods?

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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angst, books, fiction, forest, lonely, photography, picture it and write, poetry, psychology, talk to the hand, teenager, writing

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Tears streamed down my face, I didn’t wipe them away. I could still hear the incessant bickering between my parents. Plates broke and glasses shattered. When their furious eyes turned to me, I left. The gloomy woods scratched my skin as I forced myself into it’s frigid embrace. Anywhere was better than home. “He’s your son!” The screech of my step mother echoed amongst the trees. I tripped and fell. My blurred gaze rose, I saw someone. It was her: the girl. The light illuminated her but shadowed me. I wanted some of that light, the light she took from me. “Do you hear him at night? He talks to himself.” I tried to force my step mother’s voice out from my mind but it only grew stronger. I rose. The girl stared at me and blinked slowly. My hand reached out to touch her, to take back what was mine. The chilling air bit at my fingers. “Please,” I begged. “You’re all I have.” The girl smiled. The voice of my step mother maliciously hissed from the foliage beneath our feet. “Schizophrenic.”

– Ermisenda Alvarez