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Thursday photo prompt: Reaching #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Reaching #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a barren landscape against the shadows of distant hills. Bare branches reach towards each other, framing the scene, while shafts of light stream through a golden window in the dark, cloudy skies.

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. Obviously, there will be a different start and even changes to the chapters. I will take this to a certain point to keep your attention while I can, but like the other week when I had to break into this story because the picture didn’t work, it may end at any time although I will try to give you a gist of the story. 

The Kids Await The Answers

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

The kids got tired of the stone steps in the rocks, and Oliver refused to go down them, so they decided to go back to their usual haunt. On the way, they passed a sight that showed a view of the sun going down and reaching down from the sky and revealing the barren area in the distance. The kids hurried back to Marshall Pond sure that that was where their parents would look for them.

Everyone was on edge wondering what the story would be. John and Oliver were especially upset as it seemed their parents had pulled quite a stunt and that they were definitely related and most likely twins. Everyone kept telling them they looked like twins, and they certainly looked like the picture each saw in the mirror.

Eventually, both parents arrived and told the gathered children that they needed to talk to their children alone. The others headed for home with a promise of the whole story the next day.

Taking the boys back to JoAnne’s house, everyone tried to calm themselves for this story that had been a long time coming since the boys were already 16 years old. JoAnne made everyone hot chocolate as the nights were getting cooler and she hoped to calm down this situation.

“Well?” both boys prompted getting tired of waiting.

Jack cleared his throat in preparation of starting the story. JoAnne just sat there with a worried look on her face. “Listen to me you two, we always tried to do what we thought was best for the two of you. This could very quickly have turned out that John ended up with me, and Oliver with JoAnne.

As you have probably guessed by now, you two are twins and JoAnne, and I are your parents. What you don’t know and what makes this story all the more unbelievable is that I am a prince and JoAnne was the head maid for the Queen. We couldn’t be seen together, especially once her pregnancy became pronounced. This meant sneaking around to be able to see one another.

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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.

Thursday photo prompt: Poised #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Poised #writephoto

 

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…or descend… is the dark silhouette of a strange figure…( I am not visually challenged, but I had no idea what this picture was, thanks for the description)

This is the continuation of John and Susan. I have decided to make this a book. Obviously, there will be a different start and even changes to the chapters. I will take this to a certain point to keep your attention while I can, but like the other week when I had to break into this story because the picture didn’t work, it may end at any time although I will try to give you a gist of the story. 

The Kids Wait for Answers to Their Questions

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Everyone rushes to Joanne and talks at once. Oliver shouts,” Be Quiet!” and everyone immediately shuts up. “Someone get some smelling salts or don’t you have that here in the boondocks?”

“I’ll get some,” John said, running towards his house. He finds a bottle and brings it out to Oliver.

Oliver waves it under her nose, and she comes to with a shudder and says, “Am I dreaming?”

“No, Mom, you passed out. Are you okay?”

“Okay, I think, though I thought I was seeing two of you.”

“Well, in a way, mom you were. Oliver here looks like me, and since you fainted when you saw us together, I gather there is a story here. And we all want to hear it. “

“Oliver, where is your father?”

“He is still working. He usually works until at least 7 PM and then comes home if nothing holds him up.”

“Ah, the same old Jack. He always came home late. Where are you staying and when are you going back to England?”

“Actually, mom, his dad bought the Marshall land with the little pond we all gather at and swim. Hey Oliver, do you think your dad will still let us swim there and gather there during the cool weather?”

“I don’t know. Maybe if I am going to be there, my dad will let everyone else use the area as well. Will you guys let me join in?”

“Sure, Oliver. You are welcome to join us. Although how do we tell you two apart? You sure look alike. You must be twins. I can’t wait to hear Mrs. Wright’s story,” Susan said. “Well, I suppose your father is part of the story as well, Oliver. Did you know about John before you ran into him?”

“No, I didn’t, I can’t wait to hear this story myself, Dad and Mrs. Wright have a lot of explaining to do.”

“While we wait for them to get their story together, let’s head out to those old steps cut into the stone. We can show Oliver another area. Come on, Oliver, I am sure you haven’t explored much,” John said.

When they got there, they paused at the top of the steps watching Oliver. Oliver was poised at the top trying to decide if he wanted to go down and look at them. He wondered whether he really wanted to climb down them. Oliver was amazed at the built-in stone steps. He thought he saw someone at the bottom, but didn’t say anything in case it was supposed to be there. He decided against going down the steps.

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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.

Thursday photo prompt: Frozen #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Frozen #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pink and frosty dawn and a path of cracked ice leading towards the horizon.

Trouble at Dawn

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

It was predawn, and I was out searching for my cat who had snuck outside last night when someone opened the door. She is an indoor cat, and I have no idea why she suddenly wanted to go out.

When I got her at the flea market, the person offering the cat told me that she had been attacked by her
Doberman Pinscher and was afraid to go out. That was perfect because I wanted an inside cat. After discussion with my husband, he agreed that I could get the cat. I took her and put her inside my jacket, and she curled around my neck to keep warm. The days were getting colder.

I named her Sheba for Queen of Sheba, and she was indeed a Queen. She did spend a lot of time watching out the large picture window at the lake and occasionally at our Doberman Pinscher. She had never shown any interest in going outside, so I was surprised when she went darted out the door.

We searched for an hour or so, but she was nowhere to be found. I spent the night crying and then was up early as dawn was approaching. I headed out to the side of our cleared beach where there was a lot of overgrowth that had ice crystals frozen on it, and there were patches of thin ice here and there.

I started searching in that area, gingerly watching my steps in case that she was under the ice. I called and called her name. The ice was crackling under my feet as I walked through the area listening carefully. Suddenly I was awarded with a weak meow. I tried to follow her week cries as I ambled through the expanse of overgrowth.

By this time, my family had joined me in the search. I told them where she was, and we discussed how to get her out of the area. She was stuck in an area that was mostly water with the brush and ice on top. My husband warned me of the possibility of her being aggressive due to her fear and her feeling of being trapped and possibly hurt. She might attack me as I tried to touch her and pull her out.

I decided to take my chance. Calling to her softly, I started to pet her. Good so far. I put the other hand down and pulled her towards me. She began to pull back, but then she relaxed, and I pulled her out of the spot where she had been stuck. I held her against me and headed for the warmth of the house. Needless to say, she never snuck outside again. She was sufficiently scared.

*******453 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: 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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto


Rules for Sue’s Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…

John and Susan (Rough Housing Part 3)

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

John and Susan’s destination was school this morning. Not their favorite place. Neither one is good at school subjects.

They were walking arm in arm as well as they could with John carrying all the books and Susan her tote bag.

Their relationship has been progressing ever since their last argument and that beautiful kiss. John and Susan snuck another kiss whenever possible, and no one else was nearby. The mist was getting thicker as they walked down the road between the trees. They hurried up as they were getting wetter as they lingered in the trees kissing.

Today’s trip to school was no different except for the mist, which was getting heavier and heavier. They figured they ought to hurry up and get in out of the rain, but they were still relatively far from the school. They let go of each other’s arms and started to trot to school.
Susan dropped her tote bag again, spreading her belongings all over the walkway. This time John helped her pick her stuff up as the mist was getting very heavy and their books were also going to get wet. They shared a quick kiss and took off running towards the school.

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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.