Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
A Cinquain for today 🙂
Hilltop
Reaching higher
Daunting, climbing, thrilling
Destination – top of the world
Summit
Ritu 2018
https://scvincent.com/2018/07/19/thursday-photo-prompt-summit-writephoto/
#WritePhoto – Summit
21 Jul 2018 25 Comments
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#WritePhoto – Wishes
12 Jul 2018 28 Comments
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Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
One tree weighed down with dreams
Every branch, a family of ribbons waving in the wind
Each twig holding the hopes of the world
Every ribbon tied with faith
Each with a wish…
Will they come true?
If you believe…
Anything is possible
https://scvincent.com/2018/07/12/thursday-photo-prompt-wishes-writephoto/
#WritePhoto – Crossing
06 Jul 2018 45 Comments
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Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
They always talk about a bridge over troubled waters. But that’s not what I am.
Neither am I merely a bridge, nor are my waters troubled.
I am a place for reflecting, for reminiscing, for gathering thoughts.
I am a place for calming, for cleansing, for deciding.
My waters will clear your mind, and let you think straight.
Their soothing ripples will take away your stresses and give you peace.
I am no bridge over troubled waters.
In fact, my waters will wash your troubles away. I am that platform upon which you stand, leaving you refreshed, rejuvenated and relieved…
https://scvincent.com/2018/07/05/thursday-photo-prompt-crossing-writephoto/
#WritePhoto – Avenue
17 May 2018 42 Comments
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Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
Edith looked down the avenue of wooden sentries to the solitary, blossom-covered tree at the end.
Twenty years ago, she’d planted that with her young family, it was like nature’s headstone.
A reminder that he was there, waiting for her when her time came.
It would be like walking down the aisle to her beloved once again, but this time she’d be carried in a box, and lowered to the ground.
Her children had already been instructed to plant another sapling there, next to her Peter, so they could grow old together, if not in life, but in death.
https://scvincent.com/2018/05/17/thursday-photo-prompt-avenue-writephoto/
#WritePhoto – Fallen
10 May 2018 49 Comments
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Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
Let Sleeping Rocks Lie
“Shh! they look so peaceful. We can’t move them!” Bob surveyed the scene, and his gaze fastened upon the two large stones again.
“But what we gonna tell The Boss, Bob?” Dick knew The Boss wasn’t an easy man. He expected the site to be clear by tomorrow evening. There were big plans afoot for this plot of land he’d bought.
Luxury houses boasting a true view of nature – never mind how much of that nature they would have to destroy to create them.
“I dunno… there’s just something about them. It’s like they’re telling me submili- sulbimin-, oh you know, like they’re sending me messages not to touch them, or the stuff around them.” He looked at Dick. “Don’t you hear it?”
Dick stood, cocked his ear to one side, straining to hear anything. “Nah mate, all I hear is the sound of the bulldozers making their way over!”
“All I know is I can’t do it.” Bob took off his hardhat and made to walk off.
***
Soddom opened his eye and glanced over at Gomorrah. “Do you think it worked then?”
“I’ve been laying here for over nine hundred years. It’s not the first time they’ve tried to move us. It’ll not be the last. But the point is, we’re still here aren’t we?”
“And why was it again, that we couldn’t be moved?”
“Because, dear Soddom, we’re fallen angels, destined to lay in one place forever more.”
“But what would happen if we were?”
“I’m not about to try and find out. The last time we didn’t listen to Him, we went from beautiful cherubs to large lumps of rock. We lost our wings, our voices. At least time, and erosion, has given us some shape back. Goodness knows what He would do to us if we moved… Now do be quiet, you’re disturbing my beauty sleep!!
https://scvincent.com/2018/05/10/thursday-photo-prompt-fallen-writephoto/
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