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TLT: Coexistence

28 Dec
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photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash

We fear the unknown that makes us small and vulnerable.

But in the same time we need to live in the same world with our biggest fear.

We need to find the way to coexist with the fear, to adaptate and to find the balance. “Make peace, not war”.

This post was written for TLT challenge.

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Thaw: #writephoto – The New Beginning

27 Dec
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Photo by Sue Vincent

 

“This is is! This is the place!” Jacob yelled. The rest of the group was long way behind him. He just couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted to get there as quick as possible.

They were on the road for months looking for the right place to stay. They already named it “their new home” even they didn’t know how the place looked like yet.

Men were looking for a new place to build houses for their families after their village was burned down by the hateful tribe of the man called Yellow Feather. They lost everything. But they did not lose their honor.

Women admired them for that. For their strong will and determination to find another land and start over. Women were broken but they knew they had to go on. For their men, for their children…for themselves. For the tribe.

The group approached the new promised land. One by one stepped on the fresh snow that covered most of the meadow and some of the rocks near the river. New energy started to flow in their veins. They found their Eden.

 

My contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt #thaw:

writephoto

You and Me

26 Dec

Wherever you go I go.

You look at me without saying a word. But there is no need for words.

I know that from now on you are mine and I am yours.

First Line Friday: The Click

1 Sep

When Sahi returned to The Ridge there was nothing left but charred wood jutting from the snow. 
Everyone was gone. Peter, Sarah, Nathan, they all just disappeared. 

What happened here? Where is everybody?  Sahi didn’t want to freak out yet. There must be an explanation. 

When Sahi left here, it was like another Sunday morning. Peter was in a good mood, so he decided to prepare breakfast for all of them. Sarah was still asleep and Nathan…wait a minute. Where was Nathan? His room was empty when Sahi left. He never went outside alone. He had this huge fear that he would get lost in the woods. But why was his room empty? Where did he go? 

Sahi wanted to call Peter, but there was no signal in this area. She was practically all alone staring in disbelief on the burned wood. When she wanted to get closer look and made a step towards the burned place, she heard steps approaching her. Nathan! 

“Nathan? Oh, thank god you are here! What happened here? Where is evereyone?…Nathan? Are you…?”
“Sahi, strange thing happened here. Actually I woke up in a very good mood. But then…”
“Nathan, why is there blood on your face?”
The silence that followed could cut the air around them.

“I wish you wouldn’t ask, Sahi.”
This post was written for:

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/09/01/first-line-friday-september-1st-2017/

Awakening

29 Jan

Even as a child I knew there is something special around us. Like a color veil waving around in the air.

My mother was a witch. The “A” marked old fashion witch from the small town full of superstitious people. To be a woman with special abilities and free wild mind in such a tight environment…well, it is quite a difficult role to play.

As a child of a woman who has been rejected by the society, you would guess I end up as a repressed child. Or in the worst case, the devil worshiper in its worst way possible.

But my mother gave me the most beautiful gift a mother could give. She taught me to be strong, honest and in the same time a kind person. And when I finally reached the right age, she showed me what I had felt for such a very long time. She showed me the real meaning of the beautiful color veil that was surrounded me since I was born. It was my own power coming out from within me.

As a daughter of a woman that was only a dirt in the eyes of the society, I never wanted to become like her. I spent days and nights praying I would become normal ordinary person. But as soon as I felt that raging power, I blossomed as the most beautiful flower. I opened my feathers as the most proud peacock. The door of the secret garden was wide open for me.

 

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/29/writing-prompt-189-collage-35/

The Stars

18 May

“Smile Betsy, smile! Have you ever seen so many cameras?” Emily whispered through her teethes to her friend and partner on battlefield, her beloved Betsy. Emily was overwhelmed by all that attention they got.

“I’d rather be on my B-42 again.” Betsy whispered back.

Not used to be famous and praised they both were awkwardly standing on the field among the battle aircraft.

Betsy and Emily were the very first women to survive the worst air attack on Britain during the war. Unaware of their even more famous future to come, they both were just wishing to get done with this posing for reporters.

They loved to be a part of something big as fighting in a war. Until the day they both learned the hard way how all the faces of war really look like…

 

This post was written as a prompt to twitter prompt ideas. The author of this prompt: www.calebjacobo.com.

You too can join and write your own lines inspired by this beautiful and powerful image 😊

Writing Prompt: Her Dreamy Land

4 May

found on twitter


I found this picture on twitter as I was searching for some writing prompts. The task was to write opening lines for any kind of story. Here are mines:

She was his first love. Mathew never thought their love would last forever. But when she told him he was her only true love, he knew. It was difficult to keep her concentrated on anything. She had her own dreamy land, where all planets were rotating around her private universe. But there was something so intoxicating about her, that it was impossible not to love her…

If you liked the image or this writing prompt, you can write your own opening lines to any kind of story. If you do so, you can send your link to coments. Please give the credit for the picture and this writing prompt to the author: 

This writing prompt was provided by calebjacobo.com

TLT: Unbearable Lightness of Being

14 Apr

photo by Jesse Orrico


“Play some nice song, father.”

Priest sitting behind his old piano, turned to his parishioners. He smiled and played first tones of their favourite song.

The good spirit of the day floated across the room. It was one of those days when you feel the lightness if being…


This post was written for TLT challenge.

Traveling Alone

14 Apr

Google images

 

I travel alone every day.
I wake up every morning,
thinking of how to survive the day again.
Coffe is my first savior.

Trafic already pumps in its usual speed
and I am wondering
if today is the day that I can forget you.

You departed in the foggy morning.
Leaving only memories for me.
We used to travel together,
every day of the week.
The same bus, the same road.
Dark shadow is my companion today.
And each day.

So now I travel alone.
Thinking if how to survive these routes.
Nobody to talk to,
nobody to argue with.

But I’ll be fine.
Today is a good day.
In the distance of my days I see
that at the end
I’ll be fine.


This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/14/tale-weaver-61-departure/

No Way Out

12 Apr

hideout

Albert Finch

“Oh my God, oh my God, they are home!” Emily got swamped by horror.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she desperately tried to find some place to hide. As a miracle from heaven the door of an old wardrobe opened with squeaking sound… She jumped to the wardrobe and tried to make as little noise as possible.

 Emily didn’t expect anybody to be at home. This was her only opportunity to find the truth about her family’s murder. Police finalized the investigation and did not find anything. No weapon, no trace, no nothing? Really? She could not accept this as an end. And so she started her own investigation.

There were a few people she suspected. And the biggest candidate she had on mind to be convicted was her ex-boyfriend, crazy psychopat who recently ended his stay in psychiatric clinic.

She sneaked into his home and was determined to find some evidence. But as soon as she started to search his office, somebody came  home.
She listened to the voice of her own fear from within the wardrobe. A person was approaching the office. The door slowly opened and he came in. The silence in the room was oppressive.
Suddenly the wardrobe door opened and there he was. Standing in front of her smiling. His face expression was calm and cold in the same time.

“So this is how you pay back all that love I gave you during our years together?” his voice cutting the tick air.

His hand aggressively grabbing her arm was the last thing she remembered…


Well… I don’t know how did I come up with this story, but here it is… :D…this time it is little bit longer.

This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/12/photo-challenge-108/.