Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephoto

For Five years now Sue Vincent has done her #writephoto challenge on a Thursday. Recently Sue has been seriously ill, still is but Sue being Sue has bowed to requests to reinstate this very popular challenge. Some of us old guard have been re-posting some of our old posts.

So now, this week Sue has reinstated the challenge. New Rules and pingback here. All we can do and give it a go and if it is too much work for Sue we can always repost old ones.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.

Transitions are special, be it dawn or dusk things change, it’s true in many senses. They can also herlad a return.

Light
And dark
Shades of grey
What promises
Does tomorrow hold
At the break of the day.
There will be a renewal
And on the threshold of the night.
There will be a gentle peace to guide
Our next return on soft butterfly wings.

Sue Vincent’s#Writphoto.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Childrens voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Christmas Lights

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

Christmas Lights

lights

Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in its grip , she was no longer whole.
The lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seemed a million miles away.
Under this bridge damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much.
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance.
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared.
Who would believe her who would of cared
Slowly life slips away from her grasp.
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees Gods face.

Anywhere Evening News. Years Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferrymans Inn.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Angel.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a small figure of an angel, releasing a dove of peace. Around the angel are lighted candles, pine cones and a small wooden donkey

Angel

See the reflection in the Christmas ball

Does it tell the truth, does it show us all?

The presents around the tree are they really what you see?

Is everyone as happy as they appear,

All relaxed and full of good cheer.

Did the food all get to the table without a hitch

Did we get on all day without someone being a bitch.

Are grannies jumpers really brill?

Did your sisters mince pies make you ill.

Do you really need another drink?

No, just chuck those glasses in the sink!

If you are not happy, dont tell me today.

At Christmas everything has to be hidden away.

The drunk can still beat his wife

A child can be robbed of their happy life.

Nothing changes nothing ends,

Peace and quiet does not descend.

The poor are still poor and hungry

The irritable are still brutally angry.

The angel watches she see it all.

She see the pain, watches tears fall.

Sadly all the bad things dont go away.

Just because its Christmas Day.

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Today I have done a rewrite of an old poem. It is not the original poem I wrote for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt Glimpsed  #writephoto

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

This weeks photo prompt:

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Pingback and  rules 

The priory on the Rim of Io

The  priory on the Rim of was the last of its kind almost forgotten by the rest of creation. 在ut not quite!

Stay away from the windows she had been told by grandfather and by Mother Superior both. They had impressed upon her the importance of her presence  being  there was to be a secret. The Nuns were all delightful and so kind but they, being a silent order could only speak to her between the hours of six and eight pm. So even though they did their best to entertain their guest she was lonely.

She spent her days , happily in the priory and its gardens, the smell of the strange flowers native to Io calming and soothing her. Her nights she was enthralled by the other three Galilean moons that orbit Jupiter.

Keep away from the windows at night they all told her, you must not be seen. Your condition will give you away. 

She did try but the spectacular light that was generated by Io and the other three moons of Jupiter was enthralling.

Stay away from the windows they had begged her but the lights already had a hold on her.

And so it was that she , the last pregnant woman in the  Universe, the last pregnant woman in thirty years stood at the window watching the lights washing over Io.

Sadly  the bounty hunters from Mars saw her at the window, they saw her long hair and pregnant belly, too young, too beautiful to be an ancient Nun.

What future the Universe the only pregnant woman in thirty years held to ransom. All because she could not resist looking out the window.

Sue Vincent’s :#writephoto. Frozen.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

Today I have chosen an old photo and add a new story. An Acrostic Poem.

Fridged , cold as ice

Running water stopped in its tracks

Oil painting reflection of weak sun and silver moon.

Zenith of winter all life perished.

Eden never saw this,there summer was cherished.

No, we lost that chance no we pay the price.

Sue Vincent #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Choices.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Small choices.

Not long hed said, I did ask if he could be more specific. He was very nice about it but just couldnt say. Months, weeks or days多e didnt mention years.

I really dont know why I am writing this down, there is no one to read it.

I dont feel sad, how could I, the sea looks so beautiful with sun glinting on it. This beach is so peaceful, its warm and safe.

God, I am so tired, I need to sleep, I wonder if I should wake up again.

Its funny I am not in any pain I wonder if it will stay like that. No I am not afraid , well a little, maybe.

Oh! Hello dog, your beautiful, are you on your own?

No its okay shes no bother I love dogs. No I dont live here

Pardon? Me, yes I would love a coffee, thank you. There’s a caf矇 over there that welcomes dogs……

This was written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto last June.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Clouded.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

This weeks prompt ~ for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Clouded. Written Earlier this year.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a landscape of green moorland and hills, with a pool of water near rocks in the foreground and a heavy bank of white cloud rolling in and masking the horizon.

The hills rolled on forever, dark foreboding. Clouds rolling in from the west carring rain or worse snow, she could smell it. The whole of the land was shrouded in fear. It had been days since she had seen another living being of her kind and she could not dismiss the feeling that she alone.

There was no way out she had tried. The hills became too steep, the river too fast and the boarder along the eastside too heavily guarded by humans. There was no escape while she was in this wounded condition. Eventually she would run out of places to hide and they would find her.

Slowly she turned and padded back to the cave, she would have her pups in a few weeks and by the time they were grown and strong enough she would be able to lead them out of this place . Her strength would have returned and her wounds healed.

For now this was her prison and her sanctuary , she was safe for now how ever clouded her future .

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This is part of #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Sanctuary.

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

Sanctuary

Rachel ran, ran as she had not run for months. The moonlight urging her on she gave her blood lust free range for once . She looked magnificent. By midnight she had killed and disposed of a huge bear and was having her normal internal fight. The werewolf in her craved a human but the tiny but strong human part of her was fighting the craving.

Stopping in a clearing Rachel got the scent of something she craved almost as much as human, Vampire! It was close and it was female and the way she felt right now she could easily take her on. Standing stock still and sniffing the air she located the Vampire. Slowly and silently she crept up to a line of trees, fully aware that she was in the open and at a disadvantage she went carefully and stealthily . As she entered the wood she saw ahead of her a female Vampire bathing in shallow looking pond. Rachel felt a shudder of sheer want pass through her . Closing in, moving silently. The Vampire, at first unaware that she was not alone, suddenly felt Rachels hot breath on her neck. In a flash she rounded on Rachel. They stood fang to fang Rachel on the shore the Vampire in the water.

In a flash the Vampire lept out of the water and landed in the snow behind Rachel, who turned on her hind legs and lunged at her victim. Biting the Vampire in the stomach she was spurred on by the taste of flesh. The Vampire let out a scream of anger and dug her nails deep into Rachels back. Rachel flicked the Vampire off of her back and pounced on her. The Vampire was trying to bite into Rachels neck but Rachel was high from lack of real prey for so long. Biting deep into the Vampires chest, Rachel was soon covered by the blood oozing out covering her face and fur. Quickly she ripped out the Vampires heart and ate it then just to make sure she ripped off the Vampires head , then she quickly lapped up as much blood as she could before the Vampire and her scarlet blood turned to ashes in the snow.

Rachel felt elated she arched her back and throwing back her head she howled at the moon loud and long. As she turned to leave the wood she froze, on the wind she could sense and yes, smell, more Vampires, at least three of them. As she fought madly to clear her mind of moonlight and blood she saw a strange domed building on the far side of the clearing . She ran for the door she had no idea why she was heading to the building she just felt drawn towards it. Halfway across the clearing to her grateful amazement it started to snow heavily covering her paw prints. As she reached the door her luck was still holding and it was open. As she slunk inside the door closed silently behind her.

Outside she heard the Vampires arrive. They spent what seemed like hours trying to open the door but failing. Walking into the gloom she saw light and felt warmth coming from a fire at the far end of the circular room in which she stood. The fire drew her in and she approached , all the time looking at the writing on the wall above the fireplace.

This is Sanctuary to all but Vampires. Feeling exhausted Rachel curled up in front of the fire and slept.

Outside the Vampires tried to enter the Sanctuary without any luck. They then searched for their sister夷n vain. Just before dawn they left to seek shelter.

You can read the whole story so far here at The Vampire , the Witch and the Werewolf.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Poised

Hi everyone just a quick note if anyone would like to re-post any of their old #writephoto prompts please do. While Sue is not posting a photo prompt due to not being well, she would love to see old ones reposted.Now if you would like to join in please use the#writephotobadge

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a leaf-strewn flight of stone-cut steps descending into a hole in the ground. Poised to ascend她r descend is the dark silhouette of a strange figure. I see a Rabbit!

Tick tock pocket watch

Whos coming up the stairs

Tick tock stop the clock

Alices new friend appears.

Moving fast, Hurry hurry

Milliners licking lips, in a flurry

Time for tea, guests unaware

All laced with Mercury, mousey sleeping in his chair.

Jam tarts Queen of Hearts

Keep her smiling dont let things fall apart.

Tick tock, chip Chop

Look out it’s heads off.

Alice is sleepy now

Home in bed wipes her brow.

Tick tock pocket watch

Whos poised to climb the stairs?

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto

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