Picture it & Write

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creative writing, perspective, photography, poetry, shopping, writing

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.

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I held my breath as the grocery store scooter hit a bump. Pain radiated out from my abdomen. My eyes clenched shut and I almost cried. Ever since the surgery, it felt like someone had attacked my midsection with a cheese wire. The doctor told me I could walk and push a cart, which would have been all well and good except for the car ride to the store. Every bump jiggled my stomach and even though there was no visual evidence of such, I swear it pulled on my stitches.

I headed to the frozen food aisle since there was no way in Hell I would be cooking this week. When I rounded the corner, I saw a mother carrying her child. It didn’t take telepathy to know what she thought of me. Her eyes caught mine, roamed down to the scooter and then back up. She saw a twenty-two year old riding a scooter. She didn’t see the four incisions in my belly, kept together by stitches and glue. She didn’t see my missing ovaries, uterus, and tubes. She saw a lazy girl taking resources from the elderly.

I passed the frozen food, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It might have been different if I had a cast on my foot, something she could see. When one of the store clerks glared at me, I abandoned the scooter and walked slowly, painfully back to the car. Tonight, I would order takeout.

–Eliabeth Hawthorne

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__book fan merchandise: underwear?

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books, buy, clothes, deathly hallows, fan, fashion, Harry Potter, hunger games, jewellery, Lord of the Rings, magic, pendant, photography, shopping, underwear, writing

Have you ever bought merchandise from one of your favourite books? I have a pack of Harry Potter-Themed cards and always seem to fall in love with Harry Potter style jewellery such as the Gryffindor House Points necklace to the right or the Deathly Hallows pendant below. Have you ever indulged in fan merchandise? Hunger Games bottle cap clip? Lord of the Rings underwear? 😉 Share your fan goods that you have bought or are on your wishlist here today!

– Ermisenda Alvarez

I had no idea conditioner smells…

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conditioner, FAIL, scents, shopping, smell, surgery

…okay so that’s a slight exaggeration but here’s the thing: I’ve never been able to smell so it did not occur to me to smell the clearance rack conditioner before I bought it.  My bad.

I’ve had a deviated septum since kindergarten because when the soccer ball smashed my head into the wall, everyone was worried about a concussion; no one was worried about my nose.  I’ve also had chronic allergies to almost all plant life, so we always blamed it on that.  Turns out the deviated septum and allergy swelling clogged 90% of my airways and if that wasn’t enough, I lack certain receptors required to smell because I was not exposed to enough when my nasal passageways developed.

I had surgery in June but because of complications it was only a few weeks ago that I’ve been starting to smell things for the first time in my life.  Walking down the detergent isle in the grocery store!  How do you people stand it?  It was like getting punched in the face.  I’ve also had to train myself to keep my mouth closed. Sounds silly I know, but I feel weird pressing my lips together when for almost twenty years doing so for more than a few seconds made me feel like I was suffocating.

Apparently, I’ve been using scentless conditioner.  I get the kind for moisturizing and silky hair and all that nice stuff.  Well, I bought clearance rack conditioner ’cause it was a dollar, how could I go wrong?   It never occurred to me to smell it at the store.  I put it on my hair and oh… my… gosh…

There goes a dollar down the drain.