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For visually challenged writers, the monochrome image shows an empty corridor with several doors opening in a line, one after the other. These are the type of doors you see in any stately, home, mansion or castle. What secret do they hold!
Above one of the magnificent doors I pass on my way into town.
Below a story about doors.
The early morning light crept along the corridor of the sleeping house. Trying hard not cause any disturbance, unfortunately not trying hard enough. Missing it’s footing the light stubbed it’s toe on the doorframe. Letting out a loud screech that would have woken the dead had it not been for the loud crash of the dawn breaking over the horizon.
Tiny jumping dust motes and mites bounced up and down rejoicing in another day. The light carried on along the corridor and through the doors entering each room gingerly, not wanting anymore injuries.
The dark was cleaning it’s teeth in the bathroom as the light crept across the threshold. They nodded politely to each other as dark clocked out and light clocked in.
Just another day light thought to itself as it closed the door and limped on.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light.
My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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I love both photos of doors, but the second one is special. If I knocked on that door I would expect a knight in shining armor to answer my knock! Really love your story about Light and Dark. Too bad we humans don’t get along as nicely as Light and Dark do!!
Lol it would be great Ginger wouldn’t it if we could all rub along nicely together with our arguing I mean you can’t get more different than light and dark can you 💜💜💜
That door is one I pass every time I walk into town. The buildings are Tudor there are a lot of Tudor houses on that particular street. The herringbone pattern bricks are very old 💜💜
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
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I liked the light and dark story
Excellent…. They manage to coexist 💜
Love the story Sis 💛
Thank you Sis 💜💜😁
I love both photos of doors, but the second one is special. If I knocked on that door I would expect a knight in shining armor to answer my knock! Really love your story about Light and Dark. Too bad we humans don’t get along as nicely as Light and Dark do!!
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Lol it would be great Ginger wouldn’t it if we could all rub along nicely together with our arguing I mean you can’t get more different than light and dark can you 💜💜💜
Great photos and a very clever story, Willow.Well done!
Thank you Dan 💜
Interesting combination of brick patterns around that second door.
That door is one I pass every time I walk into town. The buildings are Tudor there are a lot of Tudor houses on that particular street. The herringbone pattern bricks are very old 💜💜
Love the story. Nicely done! Both photos are excellent!
Thank you Suzette 💜💜
I love your story. Have you seen the Netflix movie, Orion and the dark?
Thank you Sadje, I haven’t seen the film is it good ?
It’s an animation and I liked it. It also personifies the light and the dark.
Thank you Sadje I shall look it up 💜💜
You’re welcome. It’ll be fun watching with your grandkids.
That’s a good idea 💜
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I’m always intrigued by doors like the ones in your first photo, Willow! Yes, what secrets do they hold?
Lots and lots Miriam, and History too💜
Exactly, Willow. ❤
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I love the big sounds from quiet events, as well as their characterisation💖
Thank you Jude 💜💜
That was so lovely, Willow. The door is splendid too. Hugs.
Thank you Teagan 😊😊😊
The magnificent wood door looks magical!
It’s an everyday door I pass often .. I see what you are saying the whole Street looks like that 💜💜
I love these 🤣😎🙃
Thank you 💜
Enjoyable descriptions – especially of the light and the dark “as the light crept across the threshold. They nodded politely”
It’s nice to think that they get on as colleagues and friends 💜💜
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Two gorgeous doors and a wonderful and whimsical story, Willow! 🧡🧡
Thank you Dale , we have plenty of interesting doors around here …. I am glad you liked my story too 💜💜💜
I don’t doubt that at all 🙂 And I did! 🧡🧡🧡
💜💜💜 I enjoyed writing the story very much 😁😁
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The door is magnificent.
I love this, Willow. A delightful and original piece of writing.
Thank you Robbie I enjoyed writing it 💜💜