__picture it & write

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book, corrie white, fiction, lady in white, liquid drop art, picture it and write, poem, poetry, stories, weekly writing exercise

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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Quick Note: This photograph has been requested by Joe at Joe2Poetry. I promised him that I would use this picture last fortnight, so I’m very sorry for the delay. I guess you’ll have to use those rotten tomatoes for something else. I pulled through! 😉 Also, this photograph is in fact liquid art and you can read/see more here.

by Corrie White

I pulled my shirt down from my shoulders. The water had plastered it to my skin and it had now become see through. The shirt peeled off my like a second skin and the muscles in my chest tensed. The water embraced me as if it were her arms. I could see her. I continued my journey into the lake until I was neck deep in inky-black water. If I took even another step, I wouldn’t be able to breathe. But I was not hit by fear or panic. My eyes locked onto her form, unable to look away. Then she took another step forward, and so did I.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

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angst, books, fiction, forest, lonely, photography, picture it and write, poetry, psychology, talk to the hand, teenager, 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 has been reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr.

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