TT: Writing Exercise
Written By: Jane E. on April 13, 2009
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Hi everybody!
Time for another writing exercise. To those of you who may be new to the exercise, I ask that you write, in two hundred words or less, a story, song, or poem based on the photo below. Post your work in comments or leave a link to where it is posted so everyone can check it out. I look forward to seeing what you write! Have fun! 
~Jane
Tags: TT, Writing Exercise
It might look like a beat up old house to you, but for me, this little cabin holds the fondest memories in my heart.
Still lingering in its aura is the laughter as Mom played the piano, my baby brother on her lap. I can smell hot bread baking in the oven and feel the warmth from the potbelly stove.
That was before the Big Freeze of ‘87 . . .
I glared at the dilapidated cabin before me, eyes burning with hate. My wife and daughter had died here. I wanted to scream, rip the leaning screen door off its hinges, punch my fist through the weather-beaten boards, but restrained myself. Outbursts of rage would only be mocked by him, the one who enslaved me. Even the front-gabled roof, pointing heavenward, reminded me I would never find salvation.
I didn’t want to return. The memory was too painful, even years later. But Azrael demanded it. And I, his servant, was forced to obey unless I wanted to return to the frozen, isolated prison that was my personal hell. Azrael had offered me a job as an angel of death. Given a human form, I was sent to this small house to befriend the woman and child who lived within. They never knew of my deception nor of my true nature, and I prayed that Azrael would let me spare them. But he didn’t. And when I passed over my family as they slept, a dark shadow armed with the dreaded scythe, tears stung my eyes, tears that would never come.
Those were the same tears that burned my eyes now.