Picture It & Write — Never Again

This post is in response to Ermilia and her  Picture It & Write  Prompt.

 

 

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Somewhere along the road, at exactly what hour into the road trip I’m not sure, I began to realize how little I needed him in my life. It was fun for the first few months but then things began to go terribly wrong. What I thought was a loving and caring  man turned into a monster who demanded everything from me and giving nothing in return. We agreed to a vacation in the mountains to work out our differences.

Halfway to our destination he decided that the run down motel on this lonely road would do for our  purposes. After checking in we went to our room and he  slammed  the door. That was the beginning of my hell. The last thing I remembered was being slammed into the  wall with such force that I passed out.

Waking up this morning, without him, suddenly filled me with a  sense  of a new beginning in my life. Raising myself  to the window ledge I  vowed never again. This too shall pass. From now  on it will be one  day at a time.

 

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Halibun

Haibun Thinking,  interpretations of the Japanese Haibun, a literary form which explores the relationship between the human experience and nature.

The Prompt I chose:

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ART © Anja Partin – Oh Pithy Me

I once heard you sing. It still is a musical memory I can’t forget.

I was backstage when you came on. They tell me the wait is what made you nervous.

On stage your voice became hoarse and wheezy and you found  it hard to dance.

You had been amazing at Monterrey and even though this night you  were not at your best , you were still better than the rest.

I think it had a lot to do with Southern Comfort. After all, you danced a masochistic tango with the bottle.

A tumultuous love and a fatal dalliance with drugs all because of your feelings of rejection by your friends.

her voice inspires me

never to be heard again

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Carpe Diem Haiku — Volga River

Volga River

As Paulo and Hilal are departing from Moscow it’s late in the evening so it could be very dark and I think they didn’t saw the Volga that night, maybe they did saw it reflecting the lights of the TSR or the moon … we don’t know, but what we know is that they crossed for sure the Volga.
Our journey continues and we will go deeper into the Soviet Union the next days and weeks, but it is for sure an adventure …

the strawberry moon

reflections flood our small room

liquid flows below

Five Sentence Fiction — Moments

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In response to Lille McFerrin Five Sentence Fiction Challenge:

Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week she will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. Poem written in the American Sentence style.

Story about someone born with one kidney and after many years of dialysis keeps fighting until the end.

Thanks to Bjorn!

Except for the constant soft beating of the machine, it is quiet.

You lay still, never even a twitch,  with that awful thing in your throat.

Few visitors come to see what remains of the  once beautiful you.

Most people are born with two but someone decided you only get one.

Sleep little sister knowing that everything was done for you this day.

Friday Fictioneers — I Fall to Pieces

Thanks to Rochelle and her weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge!

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.

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Photo Copyright Sean Fallon

I remember our first date. How could I forget? It was MY first date. You were a minister’s daughter. My mom was pleased. I picked you up to attend a concert. You slid in right beside me. You placed your hand inside my legs. Remember bench seats? Thirty years married when I started to wear pink. Now I can hardly remember. The memory fails each day. Now it’s one day at a time. The kids keep telling me:

common love you shared

a sad song by Patsy Cline

i fall to pieces

NaBloPoMo #21

Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge — Intangible

Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote challenge this week is the word “Intangible”.

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incapable of being perceived by the senses

“Try and penetrate with our limited means the secrets of nature and you will find that, behind all the discernible concatenations, there remains something subtle, intangible and inexplicable. Veneration for this force beyond anything that we can comprehend is my religion. To that extent I am, in point of fact, religious.” Albert Einstein 

Fatima is a village in Portugal. It is a civil parish in the municipality of Ourém, in the Portuguese Centro region. With a population of 11,538 inhabitants in 2011, the parish actually encompasses several villages and localities … Wikipedia

It is most famous for the annual pilgrimage to the statue of Our Lady of Fatima. Today pilgrimage to the site goes on all year round and additional chapels, hospitals and other facilities have been constructed. The principal pilgrimage festivals take place on the thirteenth day of each month, from May to October, on the anniversaries of the original appearances. The largest crowds gather on 13 May and 13 October, when up to a million pilgrims have attended to pray and witness processions of the statue of Our Lady of Fátima, both during the day and by the light of tens of thousands of candles at night.

NaBloPoMo #18

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Layers

Note: I recently had some old slides (remember them?) and had them put in digital format. The photos in the slide show are at least 20+ years old older. I think they were taken in either Utah or Wyoming. Any help is appreciated. Anyway, regardless of age, I think they fit the challenge.

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NaBloPoMo #17

Thanks to the Daily Prompt