__picture it & write

Tags

activity, community, inspiration, photography, poetry, snow, stories, trapped, weekly writing prompt, 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 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.

by Jonathan Taylor Sweet

The walls and floors vibrated. The roar of crumbling rocks filled my ears and I scrambled back into a dark corner of the cave. My eyes twitched as blades of light pierced the wall and hit me in the face and body. Laughing hysterically, I shielded my face from the pieces of flying rock. When I brought my arms down, I couldn’t see for what seemed like forever. I was blind. The light was too bright but I was still smiling.

Then I could see. The cold outside world had greeted us again. I looked over to the person who I had been trapped with for the past weeks. Could we just go on with our lives after all that happened? I flinched at the memories, my smile was no more.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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

Tags

beach, community, inspiration, photography, poetry, romance, sadness, stories, weekly writing prompt, writing

Eliabeth is busy moving. I have taken over for her this week.

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.

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.

by weloveunicorns

As I stepped onto the sand, my shoes didn’t leave deep prints. The sand was moist and firm. The sky threatened to rain again. I hurried onto the beach, searching for what I came for. My hair whipped my face as a gust of wind slammed my body. There was no one else on the beach. I squinted as I looked to my left and right. The beach stretched out so far until it blurred with the grey horizon. Why wasn’t it here? Why couldn’t I feel it? Why wasn’t my sadness dissipating with each breath of fresh air?

Tucking my hand in my coat, I turned around. If I stayed out too long, I was sure to find half the beach in my clothes and stockings. As I dragged my feet towards the car, I realised that I would be forever searching. He wasn’t here now and he would never be here again.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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

Tags

community, creative writing exercise, inspiration, photography, stories, weekly writing prompt, 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 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.

Handmade crowns by Elemental Child

“From mother to daughter,” I whispered with tears in my eyes. The elemental crown buzzed in my hands. The electric power coursed through me. Colours swirled on the stone faces. I felt like the crown was about to fly away so I gripped it tighter. Suddenly the electricity disappeared and so did the colours. Shivers rattled my body and the hairs stood on the back of my arm. Kneeling beside my daughter’s grave, I lay the crown before me. More vibrations tickled my bones but they were no longer coming from the crown, they were coming from the grave.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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

Tags

community, flash fiction, inspiration, life, photography, pictures, poetry, stories, war, weekly writing prompt, 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 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.

by tightsqueez

I don’t know who started the war. Someone pissed someone else off and within weeks there were guns loaded and bombs created. My people claim that the others threw shot the first bullet, that they threw the first bomb. We believe that our part in the war continues to only be in defense. I don’t believe it. They are not the only ones with too much innocent blood on their hands. We’re all monsters now.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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

Tags

community, inspiration, perspective, poetry, snakes, stories, weekly writing exercise, weekly writing prompt, 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 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.

The snake weaved between my fingers. Black and white lattice. A tiny forked tongue sprung out and licked my thumb. I shut my eyes as it slithered. The feeling was strange but welcome. I tightened my hold and it bit me. It was weak and soft. My grasp tightened until the snake burst into ashes. Tiny black scales appeared on my fingers, racing down to my hands and arms.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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 !

Merry Christmas from Ermilia

Tags

christmas, christmas jokes, christmas puns, happy holidays, inspiration, life, traditions, xmas jokes

Happy holidays everyone!

Ermisenda is already enjoying Christmas while Eliabeth still has to wait a couple hours. As we talked about what to write, Eliabeth had a major FAIL moment. Forgetting that the southern and northern hemispheres experience opposite seasons during the year, Eliabeth forgot it’s summer where Ermisenda lives! Too many songs about a white Christmas playing on the radio–or so Eliabeth claims.

Since we love showing different perspectives, we wanted to share the different Christmas traditions we partake in each year.

Eliabeth

My family is very artistic. Several years, we’ve created Christmas ornaments, some more elaborate than others. One year, we found some globes, houses, and other clear bobbles that split down the center. You filled them with glitter and figurines. Every year, I look for the Beauty and the Beast house ornament my mom made. It’s very special to me to take the time to decorate the tree together, because most of the ornaments are home-made or were purchased on a family trip. Some were gifts, but all have a special meaning and a story that goes with them. We only pull them out once a year, so getting to go through the ornaments is like telling each story again.

Ermisenda

When I was younger, we would group together other Spanish-speaking families (both Spanish and Latino, sometimes even Samoan families!) to have a big Christmas Eve. It included lots of food, dancing, and playing in the pool. In recent years, many families have moved away or friendships have changed. We still bring the closest friend families we have to create the family atmosphere here in Australia. I wouldn’t have it any other way because I do see them as family. Christmas day is more chillaxed. We open presents, talk, eat left overs, make more food, play in the pool some more, and watch movies with the immediate family plus maybe one other family. I’m not sure if any of that counts as tradition apart from the obvious putting up the tree, buying presents etc. But it reminds me of the importance of good people in your life, whether they are blood related or not.

Now some terrible Christmas jokes to shake your head at while smiling!

Q: Why was Santa’s little helper depressed?
A: Because he had low elf esteem.

Christmas: The time when everyone gets Santamental.

Why did the gingerbread man go to the doctor?
Because he was feeling crummy!

Happy holidays everyone, whether you celebrate Christmas or something else, stay safe and enjoy the chance to relax. We wish you the best.

- Ermilia

Picture it & Write

Tags

bird cage, clock, creative writing, inspiration, photo, photography, writing, writing exercise, writing prompt

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.

I am a slave to time. I do not eat because I am hungry. I eat because too much time has past since I ate last. Since I’ve only eaten soup today, I drive to Taco Bell. “Bad for me” doesn’t begin to describe what I am about to put in my mouth. Though I will spend the next three hours making at least eight trips to the toilet, I stuff my face like a crack addict getting her next fix.

-Eliabeth Hawthorne

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

Tags

authors, birds, flash fiction, inspiration, photography, poetry, stories, weekly writing prompty, winter, 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 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.

I ventured forth with bread in my hand. Birds flocked to me, expecting their lunch. I tore pieces of bread and threw it. It still amazed me how the pigeons managed to find the pieces of bread in the snow. My hands shook but I kept tearing the bread and throwing it. My dog Blanca circled me. The pigeons were so used to me that they barely flinched when Blanca came near.

Squinting, I looked up to the sky. It was a white haze. There were darker clouds forming. I didn’t trust the weather and shuffled over to my car. The birds followed. Suddenly, there was no light. But when I looked out my windows, I noticed that it was the birds that had covered my entire car. The darkness squirmed. Blanca in the back seat whimpered. I flicked the windscreen wiper and some birds flew away. But then they came back.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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

Tags

creative weekly writing prompt, creative writing, flash fiction, inspiration, life, photography, poetry, stories, 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 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.

He was beautiful. A perfect specimen. My fingers ran over his body. Every year, my thirst deepened. I wanted better. I wanted them more attractive, stronger, faster. I had high standards. A queen must only have the best.

“Yes, I will take him.” My fingers grasped his jaw. “He’ll make an excellent addition to my collection.”

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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 !

__your absence has gone through me

Tags

break up, great writing quotes, inspiration, love, quote, romance, romantic, sadness, thread needle, w.s. merwin, writing

“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
—  W. S. Merwin, “Separation”

This was a beautiful piece of writing I found on Tumblr. Stunning, right? Are you inspired?

- Ermisenda Alvarez