Daily Archives: April 11, 2019

Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 82


Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 82

 

Reena’s Rules:

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

There is no restriction on the format or the length of the piece. It just has to be your reflection on the prompt from the core.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up with here with a pingback, or copy-pasting the blog link in Comments.

I eagerly await your responses.

PROMPT

I am not a fatalist. I’m not obsessed with darkness. Yet, a landmark development in astronomy this week inspires me to remain on the periphery of the theme, but not get sucked inside.

See if you can explore the science, give it a new twist, write a fairy tale or fables around it, or give it a totally new meaning. Black holes do not exist only in space. Many of us have those in our minds, when we cut ourselves off from the world.

Credit: NASA, BBC News

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Black Space

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

There is black space in my head.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Childhood memories leave a hole.

Making it hard to keep control.

There’s no shame in needing help.

Go grab yourself a book on self-help.

Help is available with therapy.

Or grab some pills both for a fee.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Decisions #writephoto

The Rules:

Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt.  If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the place during the round-up.

Use the image and title provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  on Wednesday  each week,  and link back to the promt post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly and not passionately political.

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday.

This Way or That Way?

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Oceans and oceans of green grass as far as the eye could see. Way off in the distance copses of trees could be seen, but it was a long walk before they got that far. Sandy’s hiking boots were hurting her feet as they were brand new for this trip. Ron was walking fast and constantly reminding her to hurry as they needed to get to some cover for the night as he would rather not set up the tent in the meadow which was filled with stinging nettles here and there.

Sandy wasn’t sure about this spending the night in a tent idea either. Her feet were getting worse, blisters were forming. Why couldn’t they camp closer to home. Why this God forsaken place was beyond her.

Ron looked over his shoulder at her and yelled,” Hurry up and catch up to me. I would like to talk to you, not myself.” This was a crazy idea obviously. He figured she had camped before and they would spend a couple of days roughing it. Ha! He was going to spend a couple of days listening to her griping non-stop instead unless…

Looking around he looked for some idea of where they were and spotted a signpost in the middle of nowhere. The sign noted that a few villages were a couple of miles away. Maybe they should just head there so he didn’t have to listen to anymore griping from Sandy.

Slowly an idea began to form. He still wanted to camp. There was a copse of trees close by and he headed in that direction tuning out Sandy completely. She just continued to mutter to herself while following behind him.

Reaching the trees, he headed in and looked around. The area looked desolate and should work for his purposes.

“Sandy, I think we can set up camp here. No more walking. You can take those boots off now. You don’t need them to set up a tent.” He would use her to help him set up the campsite and then see if she stops complaining or not.

“Finally,” she yelled at him peevishly. This has got to be the absolute worse idea in the world for a few days of fun.

Once everything was set up, he asked her to start cooking dinner. She just looked at him helplessly. “Cook on what? There is no stove here.”

“Over the fire I just built, you ninny!” This isn’t going to work, and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to handle several days of this.

He picked up a large limb from the wood pile he had collected. He told her to get the cooking supplies out of the pack and as she turned to comply, he whacked her over the head knocking her out. Checking her pulse, he found none, so there was no need to hit her again.

He found the shovel and started to dig a large hole, big enough for a body, away from the camp. Finishing up he dumped her in with her boots following and covered up her grave.

He spent several days there relishing the peace and quiet and then packed up to leave. He made sure there were no signs of her or the grave he had dug. Throwing brush and stuff over the grave gave it an added measure of not being found by humans. Animals were a different story. He would be long gone, and no one knew where they had camped anyhow since they didn’t plan a route.

Heading back to town he whistled a happy tune. He saw a fellow hiker approaching and stopped to chat. The girl was going the same way as he was and joined him for the rest of the hike. Once in town he told Sandy’s friends that she had gone off on her own that very first day since she didn’t want to camp. He’d check on her later he told them.

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Sorry this ended up longer than I was planning on.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Tenth Anniversary of the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge – Letter J is For Jesus and other grandiose manic thoughts


Tenth Anniversary of the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge

I have chosen to write for the mental health topic. It is very important to me that we support all those with mental health issues and I personally suffer from a good amount of them myself.

Jesus and other grandiose manic thoughts

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While during a manic phase grandiose thoughts are not unusual. I was hospitalized because I thought I was Jesus. Change of medicine, a short in-patient stay and then 3 to 4 weeks of partial hospitalization which was 5 days of 5 hours the whole time. Basically about the same time or a little more than the therapy that was done in-patient, but without the cost of a hospital stay included.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Spring Rains – a haiku


Spring Rains

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

peeping through the earth

colorful blooms appearing

rain nourished them

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com