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picture it & write prompt # 29; Spinning in Slow Motion


I was afraid to blink. I couldn’t miss a single detail and yet it was so hard to identify anything in the inky darkness. Where was she? Golden orbs reflected from the city lights but only served to remind me how far she had taken me. I moved forward with jolting steps, I didn’t know where I was stepping. A road lamp far in the distance flickered, a female figure was standing there. Suddenly injected with adrenaline, I leapt forward and raced toward her. The wind whipped at my face until I began to shed tears. Her knees were buckling beneath her, her arms had fallen limp. I knew the moment she hit the ground she would shatter into a million pieces. With little hope I ran, waiting for not only the moment she would collapse but also my own.

 Ermisenda Alvarez

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by Ermilia

Picture It & Write #28;

The house precariously stood by the water’s edge. The water of the lake stood deathly still, reflecting the overcast sky like a giant mirror. The bridge which linked the small island to the land looked dangerously unstable. There were more splits and cracks in the wood than planks used. It wasn’t a comforting sight, and definitely not a romantic one. The man slid his arm behind the woman’s back and pulled her close. The wind smacked their faces, leaving their cheeks rosy red. “I knew we shouldn’t have booked online,” groaned the woman, toying with her new wedding ring.

A ragged old man with one tooth handed them the key to the house. It weighed a tonne and glistened with an eerie golden glow.

 Ermisenda Alvarez

Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario – Dear God, What Now? – Part 5

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Reggie immediately felt more than she actually heard the amount of $1000, so she counted out 10 of the $100 bills and handed them to Suzette’s mother who was staring at her with tears streaming down her cheeks.  Caroline jumped to her feet and began hugging Regina and thanking her profusely!

Then she could have sworn she heard a whisper in her ear saying, “Well done!”

Not wanting to be praised for something that she had nothing to do with and unable to talk in German with them to explain it, Regina began walking back to her hostel.  Even though she was floating on cloud nine from the adrenaline rush of it all, Reggie was extremely exhausted at the same time.

Absently she wondered why there were so many people out and about on the streets, then she realized it was a Saturday.  She had lost track of what day it was   Then her thoughts quickly turned back to the current little journey she was on here on the European Continent.  Reggie marveled at the way that God had orchestrated everything so perfectly, but then again why not believe it?  After all, God is perfection, is He not?  Therefore His plans are as perfect as He is, ’cause they’re His….

 She had not realized that she was carrying on this conversation with herself out loud until a lovely middle-aged woman walked up to her and began speaking, “He said I’d know who you were when I saw a brunette woman mumbling as she walked. so I just stood here and waited a few minutes and, sure enough, like always, you came strolling into view…”

“Excuse me for interrupting you but who told you I would be mumbling?” Reggie inquired of the lady with a most perplexed look on her face.  “And how did you know i spoke English?  Are you American?”

“I’m sorry, here I go rushing in again!!  Where are my manners, Father?!” she said matter of factly as she glanced towards the heavens.  “Allow me first to introduce myself, I am Monique; I’m from a very small town outside of Paris, France; no, I am not American but I studied at College there for 4 years and learn my English then; and, lastly, I was talking about God!  He told me that you would be mumbling.”

“God?!  Pardon me, please, but I thought you said God?” Reggie managed to stutter out, although her face was quite pale and she looked on the verge of passing out.

A wide smile spread across Monique’s beautiful face and she slung her arm through Reggie’s, like they were old friends or related.  “Shall we go over here to sit for a minute while we talk?”

“Sure.” she squeaked .

Once they were seated, Monique began in, “I was praying this morning and God started a two-way conversation with me about this  little “mission” that you’re on,” at which point she giggled a little, which instantly irritated her.

“What’s so funny?!” Reggie asked her, biting each word off at the end..   To be continued

Teresa Marie 5/17/12 ©

#FWF Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario

by kellieelmore

Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario – Dear God, What Now? – Part 4

“Sure,” she said and with that pulled the wallet out of her purse and handed her $300.

The woman’s eyes were bigger than silver dollars at the sight of the money.  ”May God richly bless you for this!!!”

Reggie smiled at the woman and walked away with a warm feeling inside.  Silently she whispered to God, “That felt great, Father!  I wish I could do stuff like that every day for the rest of my life!!”

Too keyed up to sleep or sit in a room watching TV, Regina decided to go for a walk and see the sights, whatever that might be.  She had only traveled for a few blocks when she saw a couple walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the street and they were both laughing and whispering to each other.  Right there on the ground was a homeless couple all bundled up in their coats and huddling to get warm.  

A wave of anger shot through Reggie as she realized that the couple went walking right past them while  laughing at the same time.  How cruel people can be, she thought and made a beeline across the street.  Just as she got within hearing distance, Reggie heard the woman sniffling and knew she was crying.

“Don’t pay any attention to snobs like that!” she said practically spitting the words out of her mouth.  The couple both sat up and stared at her with shocked expressions on their faces.  Then it was her turn to be shocked.  Now that they were not hunched over, Reggie could see that they had been sheltering a young girl of about 6 or 7 years old.  Trying to keep her warm more than likely.

“Hi! My name is Reggie, do either of you speak English?”

“Yes, I do!”, the little girl answered her in the sweetest voice she had ever heard, she sounded like an angel.    “My name is Suzette and these are my parents Caroline and Robert.”  The couple stared back at Suzette and spoke rapidly in German to her while gesturing towards Reggie.

“My parents would like to know what you are doing in Switzerland, do you live her or just touring?”

“Actually, this might sound a little crazy but I’m on a sort of mission from God.  I think I’m standing right here at this very moment because I’m supposed to help you.” Reggie replied to the young girl but was looking at her parents as she spoke.  She then reached down into her purse and withdrew the wallet from it.  She opened it up with a silent prayer, “How much God?”  

Reggie immediately felt more than she actually heard the amount of $1000, so she counted out 10 of the $100 bills and handed them to Suzette’s mother who was staring at her with tears streaming down her cheeks.  Caroline jumped to her feet and began hugging Regina and thanking her profusely!

Then she could have sworn she heard a whisper in her ear saying, “Well done!”…   to be continued

Teresa Marie 5/16/12 ©

#FWF Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario

by kellieelmore

Poetry Picnic Week 35; Month of May

Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario – Dear God, What Now? – Part 3

“I don’t know any of that, I’m just telling you my part of this and that’s all I know!  I was told to go home and continue praying for the next step of my faith journey.” the voice was gentler now.  ”Good luck and God bless you!” and with that the line was dead.

Reggie was visibly shaking now.  The waiter returned to the table and asked if she was cold and would like something to put around her shoulders.  She graciously declined and began to nibble at her food, but her appetite had diminished considerably since the phone call.  Then she called to the waiter and asked, “When is the next train station?”

“You have almost 30 minutes before we arrive at our next stop, madam.” was his reply as he turned to walk away once more.

Reggie wanted time to pray about these latest developments, so she hurried back to her seat and began to do just that.  “Father, I’m so confused and don’t know what it is that you want from me.  I’m doing my best to go on blind faith and trust here but this isn’t easy for me and You know it!”

Deep in thought and prayer, she almost missed her stop again.  After disembarking the train, Reggie went to the ticket counter to inquire about a room to stay in.

“You are in luck,” the gentleman replied to her query, “there’s one across the street that is owned by my brother-in-law!!  It is affordable and very well-kept.”

“Thank you so much!” she said and with that picked up her luggage and exited the station.   Upon entering the hostel, Reggie saw that it was indeed a very nice and tidy establishment.  “So far so good!” she said to herself.

As she approached the check in counter, an unkept woman with three children walked up to her.  Reggie smiled at her and said “Hello.”

The woman immediately burst into tears.  Reggie was taken back for a moment.  “Can I do something to help you?” she asked her.

“Please, ma’am, could you spare some change so that I could get a room and something to eat for my children?  My husband brought us to this town and then disappeared and we are so very hungry.  He left us with no money at all!” the woman replied with a wail.

“Sure,” she said and with that pulled the wallet out of her purse and handed her $300.

The woman’s eyes were bigger than silver dollars at the sight of the money.  “May God richly bless you for this!!!”…   to be continued.

Teresa Marie 5/15/12 ©

#FWF Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario

by kellieelmore

Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario – Dear God, What Now? – Part 1

Time & Place Scenario

You have been travelling by train in Europe. You wake to find that you’ve missed your stop and you are the last one aboard. You reach for your luggage in the hold above and as you pull it down a wallet (not belonging to you) falls out. You open it to find a large amount of cash…Tell me a story!

When Regina woke up from a deep sleep, she was disoriented.  The traveling had caught up to her.  Trying to get her bearings, she glanced out the window to see if she recognized where she was.

Just then the train passed a sign that said “Switzerland”!  Oh my God, Reggie thought to herself, I missed my stop hours ago.  What am I going to do now?

She quickly reached up to the baggage hold to locate her cell phone when a wallet dropped out.  “What in the world?” she said out loud.  Looking down at it she was almost afraid to pick it up, almost like it was a hot coal or something.  As she opened it up, Reggie saw that it was full of $100 bills and began counting them, 10 – 20 – 30 – 40 – 50 in all!  Not knowing what to think of the wallet with $5,000 in it, she shoved it down into her purse and started a conversation with God.

“Dear God, what now?  What am I supposed to do with this wallet and money?  There’s no ID in it for me to return it to the person, is this a sign?  You told me to take this trip in the first place.  I didn’t know why or what I was supposed to do but I followed Your lead!  Now what does this mean?!  I’m so confused.  And why did You let me get all the way to Switzerland?  Is this where I’m supposed to get off?”

Reggie’s stomach was growling something fierce and she decided to go to the dining car to eat and have a think about her situation.

As she walked through the cars, she noticed that there were no other passengers on board the train but her!  This was extremely disturbing to Reggie considering the train had been practically full when she left the station in Italy.  Her stomach was rolling now, and not just from the hunger either.  Now there was fear on top of that!

She sat down at a table and picked up the menu that was laying on it.  Within a few seconds, a waiter appeared with a glass of water.  “Do you speak English?” Reggie asked.

“Yes, I do quite fluently madam.  How can help you?” came his reply.

“I’d like to have a roast beef sandwich, french fries and a bottle of lager please.”

“Very good!”

Reggie’s hands were trembling as she pulled the wallet from her purse and looked inside it once again.  Confusion, fear, elation and apprehension all seemed to wash over her at the same time.

Just as the waiter was setting her lager on the table, her cell phone began to ring.  Reggie thanked him and dug out the phone.  “Unknown Number” it read.  Upon answering, she got the shock of her life!  A voice said, “Wonder what you’re supposed to do with that money, huh?”

To be continued…

Teresa Marie 5/13/12 ©

#FWF Free Write Friday; Time & Place Scenario

by kellieelmore

Listen & Write – Still Alive – Portal


Still Alive from Portal

Megan hugged herself.  She rocked gently back and forth, pulling the white jacket tighter around her.  The walls were padded and soundproof, but she didn’t notice.  Nothing about her surroundings affected her at all; she lived in her head and sang to herself.

“This was a triumph.  I’m making a note here: huge success.”

Her boyfriend had dumped her for someone else, someone younger, a blond with a bigger chest.  He was her world and in losing him, he had broken her.  She’d snapped.  She wasn’t even sure where the knife came from, but suddenly she had one in her hand.  She wasn’t upset, nooo.  She was happy for him.  He had won someone “better.”  Even though he broke her heart, tore it into pieces, and threw it in the fire, she was happy for him.  She wanted him to go away.  She made him go away.  The knife sliced through his flesh as easily as scissors through paper.

While he lay dying, she was still alive.  When he was dead, she was still alive.  Still alive.  Still alive.

-Eliabeth Hawthorne


Listen & Write – Still Alive – Portal

by Ermilia


Free Write Friday-Without a Paddle; The Real Police (Swat) Story

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How would you like to see this scene, multiplied by 10, standing outside your door?  I have!

A friend and fellow blogger, Charles Mashburn wrote a story for Free Write Friday today titled Police! Open Up!  (find it here at:  I thought “Wow, he has a police story too!”  After going to read his post, I left with a smile on my face and thoughts running through my mind on what I was going to do with this prompt.  Surprise!!  No poem this time but rather a true life experience with the state/county/local police and S.W.A.T.

This is a very long story but I will try to tell you a shortened version of the events for expediency.

It happened approximately 8-9 years ago.  My daughter told Mark and I that her dad was being mean to her and had slapped her across the face more than once.  After much discussion over the course of the weekend, we decided that we were not sending her home with him come Sunday on her next visit (she was in his custody at this time due to numerous reasons, a major one being that I had recently been homeless).

When the follow visit began, we started making arrangements to carry out our plan.  Sara went to spend the night on Saturday with her sister.  Her dad had no idea where her house was and we figured that was the best place to hide her.

On Sunday, around an hour or so before her dad was to pick her up, I called the local Sheriff department and asked to meet with an Deputy at a nearby convenience store.  I took all of my paperwork with me showing that I had joint custody; the different police reports that I had copies of showing calls made on her father; the report of when he kidnapped her from a grocery store and the police came; etc.

When the Deputy arrived, he was a bit confused on why I had called.  He stated that it was a civil matter and that I had to go through the courts.  He said that he didn’t believe nor disbelieve me but he had been lied to plenty before and was reluctant to believe anything that anyone said.

Finally, at the end of our meeting, I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “It is my intention to not return Sara to her dad and go to court.  What I am hoping to accomplish by meeting with you is this; when I do not give her back, he will go ballistic!  I don’t know what he will do but I do know there is going to be trouble because of how volatile he is.  I want you to inform all of the local agencies about your prior knowledge of this situation so that if he calls in an Amber Alert, everybody won’t be out there running around needlessly looking for her!”   It goes without saying that I was quite frustrated by this point and knew that I was running out of time.

The Deputy said that he would file the report as soon as he got back to the station and thanked me for wanting to save them some effort.  We parted and I drove the short distance back to our trailer.  As soon as I pulled in the driveway, Sara’s dad and his sister pulled up and blocked the driveway so that I could not back out.  I quickly got out and hurried inside.  As I came through the door, I looked at Mark and said (like in the Poltergeist Movie), “They’re here!”

What ensued after that point and lasted for no less than 2-3 hours was the biggest fiasco I had ever thought to be a part of.  The police were called alright and by the time he and his sister were done with them, they thought we were holding Sara hostage at gunpoint!  Although we were in the county jurisdiction, we were just outside the city limits and that is who was called to respond.  They sent several squad cars plus S.W.A.T, called in the State Police and that’s who arrived first.  It was only after about a half-hour later that the Sheriff Deputy that I talked to had showed up with another deputy.

When all was said and done, that young man got into his cruiser and began slamming his clipboard on the steering wheel saying, “Why didn’t I listen to her!!”  over and over again.

If anyone wants to hear the whole story in detail, let me know and I will do it in a series that will blow your mind (I think).  I know it does mine still today and although we laugh about it now, Mark is lucky that the officer who had a shotgun to the back of his head didn’t have a nervous trigger finger.  Things could have ended a lot differently than they did!

But, as they always do, our Guardian Angels were surrounding us.


Phrase Prompt

O.k., I know you have all heard that old saying, “…up shit creek without a paddle”, right? (Or maybe it’s just a southern thing, I don’t know.) Well, if you haven’t let me just break it down for ya. We have all been in a mess, a pickle, in a …tight spot, right? When times were hard and you couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, hence…up shit creek without a paddle. Often times we are able to look back on those situations and find humor, a lesson learned or just realize that it really wasn’t as bad as we thought…or maybe it was but you survived. Some great stories can almost always be found from these…ripples in life and for FWF, I’d like you to share them. Be poetic, be humorous, be inspirational…just don’t forget to be real, raw and most importantly, just write! You know what to do.