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Thursday photo prompt: Mirror #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Mirror #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows green trees that ring a still pool. The sun shines brightly through the branches, casting a perfect reflection…and on the surface of the water, rainbows dance.

Double Vision (Rough Housing Part 6)

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

SMACK! Susan planted a long wet kiss on John.

John yelled a curse and turned around, shouting “What did you do that for?”

Susan was confused as she always gave John kisses whenever she felt like it. He had never complained before and certainly not this vehemently.

“I dddon’t understand John! I always kiss you, and you have never complained before. What is wrong with you?”

“For one thing, I am not John. My name is Oliver Mason Wright. And who the hell are you and better yet why the hell did you kiss me?”

“Not, John? I don’t understand. You look just like him! I am Susan and John is my boyfriend, usually. You never know with him. You have the same last name. Are you sure you aren’t John? Maybe you’re related.

“I have never heard of a John as part of my family,” Oliver said. “By the way, what are you doing on our land?”

“You’re land? John and I and everyone I know have always come here to hang out and swim and watch the mirror water.”

“My dad bought this land, and now we are living on it.”

Just then John came around the bend and took in the sight. He was stunned to see someone who looked just like him. “Who are you?” John asked, still staring at someone who looked just like him.

“I am Oliver Mason Wright, and you are?”

“John Jacob Wright. So we have the same last name. We ought to check with our parent’s about our possible family relationships.”

“I only have a dad and the stepmom we left behind in England,” Oliver says.

“I just have my mom,” John said. “My dad hasn’t been in the picture all of my life.”

“My mom should be home from work by the time we get there,” John said. “How about you, Oliver? Is your dad around yet?”

“No, he isn’t and won’t be until after 7 PM. He is a lawyer and works late.”

“Hmm, lawyer. My mom always said that my dad was a lawyer, but that was about all she said about him,” John said.

“Let’s go see mom and see if she knows anything about how why we look exactly alike,” John said.

They hopped on their bikes and made the journey out to John’s house, with Oliver trailing along behind, frowning the whole way.

John’s mom, Joanne, was unpacking the groceries from the back of the station wagon. She looked up and saw both John and Oliver and simply fainted.

*******423 words*******

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

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Twittering Tales #150 by Kat – 8/20/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales – Follow these rules

Photo by Felipe Ribeiro at Pexels.com

No Time to Relax!

By Tessa Smeigh

“Stay in the crowd of people,” Ron said placing a hat on both of them.
“Are we going to climb this thing? How will that help?”
“When we get to the front of the line a man will hand me a paper letting us know where to go while NATOR works to find us a safe house. We’ll use the cab.”

**********280 characters************

These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about 4 months or more now…hard to write a continuing story when you only have 280 characters per piece and a picture to fit in but I am doing it!

Hey Kat, this one was hard, but then I thought it looked like windows you would find on the Statue of Liberty so I figured it was a tourist attraction with lines of people waiting to see the top of the building which I could work into the story. 🙂

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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

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Weekend Writing Prompt #119 – Tinker – by Sammi Cox


Weekend Writing Prompt #119 – Tinker – by Sammi Cox

Sammi Cox’s Rules:

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem/prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem/prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

*continuation from last weekend and a couple of months worth

 (Last Weekend I wrote) 

As everyone stared at Rhonda, she started singing a song, one right after the other.

“Rhonda, are you ok,” Ron asked, beginning to worry about her. Rhonda is brash, and now she appears to be losing her mind. Rhonda is breaking down. She is singing the songs one right after the other, and she is not answering anyone’s questions. Her eyes are down, she is not paying attention anymore. Ron is afraid that she has snapped.

Connie and Ron look helplessly at each other. They don’t know what to do for her. Connie puts her arms around her and hugs her hard.

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Rhonda pushes Connie off of her and sits down on a bench and opens her tote bag and begins taking everything out of the bag and lining them up on the seat. She’s still singing, though softer now as if singing to a baby to quiet it.

After tinkering with each item, Rhonda puts everything back into the bag while everyone just stares at her. She rocks the bag as if it is a baby.

***********75 words**************

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

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Journey #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green hill against a misty, grey sky. Across the top of the hill strides a strangely proportioned figure. His head is bowed and he is carrying a staff.

John and Susan (Rough Housing Part 5)

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

At the bottom of the hill, John and Susan are wrestling each other and roughhousing as they usually are unless they happen to be locked into a lip-lock and romantic hug. They are at the age where they are still roughhousing around more than kissing, but one never knows what they will be doing next. They still like an occasional kiss during their roughhousing.

During each day’s journey, one never knows what they are going to be doing next. Today they happen to be roughhousing rather than into romantic kisses. Maybe later things will change. Suddenly John stops and stares up the hill. What in the world was that striding across the top of the hill? He sits down and pulls Susan down onto his lap and points.

“Look, what is that?”

“Susan, stop squirming and look at the top of the hill.”

“What John? Why must you always talk?”

“Susan, I am telling you to look at the top of the hill. What do you see?”

Susan looks up and notes a dark figure striding across the top of the hill. “Wow, that is strange. It doesn’t look human even.”

“What do you think I was trying to tell you?”

“Whatever it is, it is striding rapidly like he’s on an important journey, but it doesn’t look real. If I had to guess I would say someone was on the other side holding up a cardboard figure.”

“That is a good guess! I wonder if one of our friends is playing games with us. Some of my friends would play a silly game like that.”

Susan whispered to him and then they both raced up the hill to the figure. Sure, enough it was a cardboard figure of a man, but not drawn and cut out very well and two of John’s friends were each holding a leg that was secured by thin strips of wood trying to keep it sturdy.

“Oh, you two! Don’t you have anything better to do?” Both boys blushed.

“Sorry John, we were bored and you two are always together now.”

Now John and Susan blushed. “Aw man, we are just trying to have some fun together. I didn’t mean to avoid you all the time, but Susan kisses better!”

Susan blushed but didn’t say a word.

*******383 words*******

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

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Twittering Tales #149 by Kat – 8/013/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales – Follow these rules

Photo by David Reed at Pixabay.com

Caught?

By Tessa Smeigh

“Linda, grab the boy and follow me quickly.”
“Ron where are we going?”
“Get in the cab’s back seat and lay down! Both of you! The cab’s been here for days so they won’t expect it to be our getaway car.”
Ron grabs the cap and puts it on and he drives off with Linda and their son.

**********277 characters************

These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about 3 months or more now…hard to write a continuing story when you only have 280 characters per piece and a picture to fit in but I am doing it!

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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

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Weekend Writing Prompt #118 – Song – by Sammi Cox


Weekend Writing Prompt #118 – Song – by Sammi Cox

Sammi Cox’s Rules:

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem/prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem/prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

*continuation from last weekend and a couple of months worth

 (Last Weekend I wrote) 

“Rhonda, I view you with great antipathy. The longer you stand there just laughing insanely I lose more respect. Connie has issues, but she is willing to work on them.”

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As everyone stared at Rhonda, she started singing a song, one right after the other.

“Rhonda, are you ok,” Ron asked, beginning to worry about her. Rhonda is brash, and now she appears to be losing her mind. Rhonda is breaking down. She is singing the songs one right after the other, and she is not answering anyone’s questions. Her eyes are down, she is not paying attention anymore. Ron is afraid that she has snapped.

Connie and Ron look helplessly at each other. They don’t know what to do for her. Connie puts her arms around her and hugs her hard.

***********102 words**************

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

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.

Thursday photo prompt: Within #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Within #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a summer landscape of rocky hills, seen from within a stone chamber.

John and Susan (Rough Housing Part 4)

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

John and Susan are playing hide and seek within a wooded area. While Susan was counting John snuck down to the rock field and found a secret hiding place that you can’t see from above it. It was made from rock, and you could sneak into it and hide in the back.

“John, where are you,” Susan is starting to panic. She has looked everywhere up in the woods and can’t find him up there. That leaves the rock field that looks like it can’t possibly have a hiding place.

John, having been here before, starts snickering to himself. He knew about this rock opening and made quick use of it. John could hear Susan moving around up above him. He doubts she knows that he is directly below her in the dark.

“John, where are you?” He could hear the tears in her voice. He was starting to feel bad. He didn’t mean to make her upset.

Suddenly John hears, “John if you are hiding in that rock opening trying to scare me, I won’t talk to you for quite a while.”

John debated with himself. Should he come out and show himself or should he let her find him herself?

She was still shouting and sounding angrier by the minute.

“John, if you want another one of those wonderful kisses you had better get out here and show yourself.”

Technically she had found him so he might as well come out.

He crawled out, and she yelled,” found you!”

John yelled, “you weren’t crying, you cheater!”

Susan started laughing at him, and then she leaned over and gave him a kiss. He kept trying to yell at her, and she kept kissing him, he finally gave up and kissed her back. They climb back into the rock over-cropping and continue kissing. They eventually forgave each other.

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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

Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/

Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.