TT: Picture Prompt
Written By: Jane E. on August 24, 2009
14 Comments
Hi everybody! Jane here with a photo prompt for this week’s TT. Just write a 400 word or less story or poem based on the picture below. Post it in comments or leave the link so we can find it.
As always, looking forward to reading your stories and poems!
Have fun!
***
Tags: TT
Hi hope everyone is having a most wonderful day
Good People
I have told you not to look.
Stay away from her. We can’t help her now.
Our tears can only wash our souls.
Our memories of her are what we need
To make the day brighter than it is.
Remember how she would wash your face as a child?
She’d take that wash rag (it was not a hand towel to her)
And it would seem there was no way your nose could stay on,
She would scrub so hard, she wanted us to be clean
Safe from everything she could reach out to.
She wanted us to be men with morals and back bone.
She was good people and all the tears ever shed in the world,
Are not enough to wash away the undying love she had.
Donald Rhodes
I have written a poem….
http://robinsbluenest.typepad.com/robins_nest_blue/2009/08/the-storm.html
Hope everyone has a beautiful day today
Great piece Donald….
…..ouch, my face….
Good to read you again, Donald! Your stuff is always so entertaining. And sweet:)
I agree with Robin: Ouch!
Hi Robin! I’m off to read yours now
Thanks to both of you for doing the TT!
Wow, Donald and Robin, you both did great!
I don’t have a 400-word scene to post, but can report that this awesome picture inspired a scene in my dragon book. I’m very visual, and pictures often trigger intriguing ideas.
That is so great, Jacquie! I love looking for interesting pictures every week, and am glad they sometimes inspire you
better late than never for me here….I’m glad you guys are back online….
http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/2009/08/27/talkative-tuesday-on-thursday/
I’ll try to post something soon. Just had a root canal, so my brain’s a bit scrambled.
We’re glad to be back, Tabitha! I’m heading over to read your piece now
It’s good to see you again!
Oh, goodness, Pamela! The two words guaranteed to strike fear into my heart: ROOT CANAL!
I hope you’re doing well and can post something soon. Maybe something horribly scary about a dentist. That shouldn’t be difficult to write!
First, apologies if this is bad.
On the plus side, I found a very interesting book on Norse and Celtic mythology at the dentist’s office. Would love to find a copy of that book for my own reference. (The following, however, is from the Egyptian myths.)
Anyway, happy reading!
Gods didn’t cry. At least that’s what Osiris tried to convince himself as he watched his brother Seth hurl pieces of his body across the earth. It was strange, watching a leg arc clumsily over a startled falcon while an arm plummeted to the red dirt below, landing at an unnatural angle. Strange and yet fascinating.
He wasn’t in pain. Neurons weren’t sending painful messages to his cerebral cortex and while tears welled up in his one remaining eye, it was more for Seth than himself. His brother despised him and yet had never said why. And even now Osiris knew that Seth would never admit his motives, vengeful and self-serving though they were.
He knew it wasn’t jealousy over Isis. Nephthys was a devoted wife and sister, beloved by all who met her. Charming, intelligent, beautiful, and empathic, she saw beyond Seth’s brooding coldness. Nor did Neph have any preconceived notions that she would change her husband’s nature. She might not approve of his dismembering Osiris, but she wouldn’t interfere. There were gods who would judge Seth if such action were needed.
Another tear broke free of its confines, landing with a massive splash in the Nile and overflowing the fragile banks. Osiris sighed. The farmers had already been inundated with an unrelenting drought and now this…
Telepathically, he sensed Seth sneering at him. Osiris formed a question in his still conscious mind. To his surprise, Seth answered.
“I’m just wondering how they’ll respond when they realize it was you who flooded their lands.”
But they know the floods happen, Osiris reminded his brother, who eschewed the water and preferred the desert. Even if they don’t like it, they accept it.
“And that’s the problem,” Seth taunted him, his voice seeming to surround Osiris. It was in the wind that ruffled through the clouds; under the ground that rumbled and threatened an earthquake; it was in the slow, dramatic yawn of the crocodile eyeing its prey; and it was in the shriek of the aforementioned falcon as she reeled, gained her position, and soared skyward with an indignant huff. “People always willing to accept what they can’t change. Don’t you think that’s pathetic?”
Osiris thought about that. He was losing his essence, could feel it draining from his dissipating consciousness. He didn’t want to argue with the querulous Seth. Instead, he wanted to remember Isis, his wife, his sister.
Oh, and the root canal’s improved, albeit slowly. Thanks for the kind words.
I seemed to have caught a flu-like virus or something shortly thereafter. Glad that’s over with.
And I would write something scary about the dentist, but he was so nice… XD Now, my cat might have something to say about her trips to the vet…
Still, one never knows.
Macabre romances – ratcheting up the fear and giving couples a really good reason to stay together. Yep, think I found my niche.
Hi Pamela! What a great TT to get out of going to the dentist!
Hey, I can always count on you for a good scary tale
As always, thank you for participating. As I’m writing this, I’m preparing tomorrow’s TT! These weeks fly by.
I’m glad you’re feeling better!