Daily Archives: June 28, 2019

Thursday photo prompt: Open #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

Sue’s Rules:

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Thank you for bearing with the altered timings while I was away…we should be back to normal now 🙂

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 26th June and link back to this 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.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

If you know where the prompt photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the prompt has closed so that imaginations can play without preconceptions 🙂

All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday, June 27th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which, as a final disruption to normal service, will be published later today.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

For visually challenged writers, the monochrome image shows an empty corridor with several doors opening in a line, one after the other…

Open Sesame

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Marjorie was visiting her grandparents home for the first time. They had promised her she would love their house as it wasn’t like hers.

She started to explore the house, and at every closed door, she would shout, “Open Sesame!” So far, none of the doors had magically opened. What was so different from her house? She was getting tired of exploring.

As she got to the top floor, she again shouted, “Open Sesame!” Nothing happened, but when she opened the door, she got a glimpse of many open doors all leading down a long corridor.

She tiptoed into the first room and looked around. Then she moved on to the next door and the next door until she hit the very last chamber in the corridor. It was a lovely bedroom with a canopy bed and old-fashioned furniture. It was set up as a child’s bedroom.

Working back through the rooms, one was a toy room, and one was a sitting room. The first room had been a library with books for kids.

Marjorie was interested now. She had never seen a hall like this where the rooms just opened into another one.

“Well, Marjorie, what do you think,” her grandmother asked with a sparkle in her eye.

“Oh grandmother, this is the neatest house I have ever seen. Whose bedroom is that,” she asked with a hint of longing in her voice.

“Majorie it is yours for whenever you are staying with us. I thought it would be the perfect set of rooms for you. You can read or play or have friends over to visit in your very own sitting room.”

“Oh Grandmother I am so excited, and I love this little area that is all for me. Can I bring Susan over after lunch to play for a while and show her my new rooms?”

“Yes, Marjorie as long as her mother doesn’t mind driving her over here. We aren’t as close to her house as your house is.”

After talking to Susan’s mother, they arranged that the girls would visit that afternoon. Marjorie couldn’t wait to show her the rooms that were all hers.

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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

Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 93


Reena’s Exploration Challenge – 93

Reena’s Rules:

 

PROMPT:

I normally link a word to a picture for the prompts, but not this week. The picture is so intriguing that I dare not superimpose my thoughts and influence another’s imagination. Let the prompt take you wherever it goes.

Art is by Tolga Girgin.

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

As usual, there is no restriction on the format or length of the piece. You can get as creative and innovative as you want.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments. Tag it Reena’s Exploration Challenge for easy access in the Blog Roll.

There is no restriction of length or format of the piece. We are happy if whatever you write comes from the innermost core of your being. The technique is secondary.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments. Tag it Reena’s Exploration Challenge for easy access in the Blog Roll.

 

White Out

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

This art reminds me of my visit to the psychiatric hospital after I tried to commit suicide. There was no color in my world, just a lot of empty faces of people I didn’t know and didn’t really want to know. I was so tired of looking at them and having to make conversation with them as part of the treatment. Color slowly came back into my life and I was allowed to go home.

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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

My Savior (poetry)


My Savior

By Teresa Smeigh July 2016

The dark is creeping along within.

I cannot stop it or push it out.

The sunshine has long gone in.

I am left with plenty of doubt.

 

I know it is part of God’s plan.

Part of his reasoning for me.

I just wish he would let me in

Why must it be secrecy.

 

I must fight the darkness.

Not let my beliefs waver.

God is my life, my Father.

God is my savior.

 

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (moving posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).

Heaven (Haiku)


Heaven by Teresa Dean Smeigh July 2017

angels sing sweetly

love abounds everywhere

this they call heaven

Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh

-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses

-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems

http://www.tessacandoit.com

http://www.finallyawriter.wordpress.com (moving posts to other blog and will be deleting this one).