Wordless Wednesday 17th July 2019. Wood.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt

photo prompt!

The package.

Image from Pixabay

Six

O’clock

Amazon

Has been to call

And left the parcel

Outside against the wall.

Jen arrives and parks her bike

This house is still not quite a home

For he is away and she’s alone.

Then she sees the package outside the door.

Full of excitement she gathers it up.

She rushed in doors to open it

It’s a beautiful photo book

Delighted she takes a look

There he is full of smiles

Waving to her from

Across the miles

Suddenly

They are

One.

This is the new mid month photo challenge for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka. I have chosen to tell a story in the form of a Double Etheree.

Twittering Tales #145 – 16 July 2019


Photo by Zoë Pappas at Pexels.com

The Rant Speech

I am right you are wrong a lot of people like what I am doing . I am so popular. Those who don’t agree should get out of the U. S. Go home and sort their own governmental catastrophes.
Don’t bother coming here if you don’t agree with me. If you don’t like me leave. I am incharge.
(279 Characters)


This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales . (Twittering..how apt) have a nice day you’ll.

Thursday photo prompt: Castle #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a silhouetted castle in the half-light, set in a lake surrounded by hills.

The Castle.

The road had been long and fraught with danger. Yet as she stood on the shore looking out to the castle she felt she had come home.

Night was falling and the light was faint enough for her to linger a while here by the lake. As she breathed in the cool evening air the sound of bagpipes carrying across the loch.

Looking back on all that had happened in the last three years leading up to the war. Rachel wondered was Mathew safe , had Calador reached the high council of the Elves, where were Corvo and his winged friends, there had been no news from them for days. With regret she also wondered had Fay found piece since her savage and beastly death.

A muffled sound to her side made her turn. Lisa smiled at her, “Hope is awake and hungry how far is it to that castle” Rachel replied with a smile then said, “it’s about a mile around the shore but I feel there may a quicker way.”

Rachel threw her head back and howled like the wolf that she was.

To Lisa’s surprise they witnessed a boat being launched and rowed towards them by a dark figure.

The boat was with them within minutes and the robed figure assisted the three of them aboard. Rachel had assumed her wolf form. As such she was sharper, faster and stronger. So she could protect Lisa and Hope better if there was any trickery afoot.

The boatman ferried them swiftly across the loch to the covered landing stage. After he had helped the witch and her child out of the boat and the wolf had joined them. He said ” They await you in the Great Hall.”

Telepathically Lisa and Rachel wondered what lay before them up stairs in the hall. They had been traveling for six months . They were tired and if truth be told unsure of what or who they were about to meet.

Cradling Hope closer to her Lisa followed the, Lupine, Rachel up the stone steps.

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

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This story grew from a Thursday Photo Challenge which is run by Sue Vincent of Daily Echo. Well I stopped writing this story about a year ago to think about expanding it. So far the stars or rather real life has been against me but today’s photo prompt has inspired me to pull up my socks and work on this story….. It may not be a novel but I do feel it is something.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Span #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a a view between two trees of a rapid river tumbling over stones beneath a bridge. The banks are lush and green, and the water if spanned by a simple arch of stone, all overgrown with a green carpet and shaded by trees.

Span

He stood on the bridge and enviously watch as the water rushed and scrambled away. He had long since given up all hope of escape.

What if , he thought to himself, what if he had never found this accursed glen. Not ridden to the centre of the bridge, not halted his horse to to speak to the beautiful maid.

She had had the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen and blackest hair, raven coloured. Oh! Her lips ruby red demanding to be kissed. She had offered him a drink from a golden Challis which he had been compelled to take.

Immediately he drank from the draft he knew all was not well. He started to feel dizzy and she helped him down from his horse. Smiling and whispering what delights she had in-store for him.

He fell into a deep sleep and had strange and wonderful dreams where she made unending love to him. When he awoke she was gone, he could not clear his head nor could he move.

He tried to move but he was rooted to the ground and his horse had turned to stone. Struggle as he may he was stuck fast as he looked down he could see he was changed. He was a tree he fought to move, he tried to shout but nothing happened. His trusty steed was frozen in stone, thankfully still sleeping.

For years he tried in vain to seek help but no one passed his way or came to his aid. He ranted , he raved to himself he cursed the day he ever set eyes on the woman . He tried as often as he could to escape but all for nought. Hundreds of years passed but still he remained.

All thoughts of escape were pointless now, he had done what had done and that which was done could not be undone. He was was here, turned into a tree, and his horse a rock by his side.

From a distance it was not easy to see him but close up or through binoculars you could make out that this tree looked like a man trying to escape, next to a stone horse with a long black tail.

No one ever visited the glen these days it was too far off the beaten track. It become over grown . If you expand the photo below you might see the Knight and his trusty horse. I wonder if we all wish him and his horse free we could save them.

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Photo prompt June 4 to June 10, 2019:

Photo prompt June 4 to June 10, 2019:

cat courtships

Miss

Kitty

Sits pretty

Smile on her face

Tom paws on his hips

Wild blue eyes and tight lips

Toto hanging by his claws

He knows Miss Kitty has her flaws

He would fight mighty Tom to the death

He’ll love Miss Kitty to his dying breath.

Beneath the moon Miss Kitty thinks she’ll swoon

If Mighty Tom discovers Toto

They’ll fight and one will be laid low

Suddenly the gutter cracks

Toto looses his grip

Soon he starts to slip

He drops to ground

Miss Kitty

Softly

Sigh.

Weekly challenge

Twittering Tales #139 – 4 June 2019 – Book Titles

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Photo by Portrait of Tracy at Pixabay.

Tuesday afternoon, three hundred steps away. Two hours sanctuary at the library, he always has a carer so she’s not worried.
Books don’t ask questions, they don’t get agitated they were quiet.
She smiles chats advises be herself not a carer. Pratchett he made her remember.
(280 Characters)

My sister’s husband has Alzheimer’s. Though she has help her life is so changed. He is no longer a husband but a confused child. She has to cope 24/7 with strange quirks, confusion, and difficult behaviour. She helps in the library for a couple of hours a week while hubby has a carer. ….. Such a cruel disease.

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Thursday photo prompt: Yearning #writephoto

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Yearning.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water

a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water.

Is it dusk or is it dawn .

He no longer knows

Yet he see the shine on the water as out to sea it flows.

Lost to to us, he is so forlorn.

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Waking she wonders what will today be like

She yearns to talk to him and see recognition in his eyes

He is just like a dizzy child, who her patience tries

Impossible to cope all conversation trite.

*******

We are strangers he no longer knows us.

Though he has watched me grow for more than sixty years.

He is a prisoner now of lost hopes and fears.

We yearn to have him back.

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Alzheimer’s is a cruel thief

We yearn for a return of memory

Like sunlight on the sea

From it clutches there’s no relief.

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We visited my sister and brother in law today. It was a 12 hour day, full of laughter because if you don’t laugh it would be too sad. My sister robbed of her loving husband and best friend for over 60 years. Alzheimer’s is a curse it affects not only the suffer but everyone they love.

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#writephoto

Twittering Tales #138 – 28 May 2019

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Photo by Moritz 320 at Pixabay.com

Negatives.

It’s not as glamorous as it used to be. Not anymore. Time was we were sought after with our Pentax and Olympus. We stay up all hours , red light cigarette in mouth, blow the chemicals. We got the shots, developed them made the image, iconic.
We’re not needed now, it’s all digital.
(280 Characters)

Twittering Tales

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Photo prompt May 14 to May 21, 2019  

The Gift.

tower

It

Was so

Long ago

All else forgot

Except Meg had not.

A random kind gift

Which brought her so much pure joy

Given to her by a kind boy.

Lovingly she built a high tower

Wrung with steps so she could reach her flower

Twice daily she performed her blessed job

Once she was spry, now no longer fast

Rain or shine whatever season

She gave her whole to the task

For help she never asked

This was her life’s work

She would not shirk

Who gave her

The gift

God.

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