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PostPosted: Sun May 06, 2012 10:40 am    Post subject: 500 X 203 Bridge Reply with quote


Hi all. Here's the next prompt. I got the image from a friend via e-mail. She posted it on her Mulitply site. I don't know who the image belongs to, but will gladly give credit. I hope it sparks your creativity.
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PostPosted: Sun May 13, 2012 8:10 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Tomorrow

Harry Buschman


He reached the head of the stair and turned to look behind him. He didn't want to go down there, the stairs disappeared in darkness. It seemed, whenever he reached a crossroads in his life there was no choice ahead but darkness and doubt. He thought a minute, then turned around quickly and started walking back in the direction he came from.

But the way back dwindled in size to a vanishing point ... his past was pinched almost to invisibility. All those great achievements ... all his life, squeezed to the size of pinhead. "My past," he thought. "My accomplishments, I've done so little ... there's nothing back there to be proud of." He stopped walking back. " ... I should have gone on ahead."

He walked back to the head of the stair again and tried to see down into the future. It was like staring into a dark tunnel ... nothing to be seen. There was no promise of greatness ahead there ... he would achieve nothing more important than he had in the past.

He was suddenly aware of a great truth.

He stood in the present! ... and while he did, he could see everything from here, everything was equal in importance, and what he did here would affect the dark future before him. The present was in his hands. He could shape it, mold it to his will. Maybe he couldn't change the past ... but he could use it! It would guide him, he wouldn't make the same mistakes again ... maybe then the future would be brighter. He stood at the head of the stair and peered into the darkness. Of course it was dark down there, it was unknown! It was waiting for him to make the first move.

He took a deep breath ... "I better not louse it up this Time," be said.
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PostPosted: Mon May 14, 2012 1:34 pm    Post subject: Harry's post Reply with quote

Just read your story Harry. Great little piece you wrote! I wouldn't have gotten that subject from the picture but I liked the idea of seeing nothing in front of you nothing behind you truly being in the present. I will probably write something for this one just haven't come up with an idea yet.
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PostPosted: Tue May 15, 2012 3:56 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

C'mon Heidi, you can do it! For old times sake.
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PostPosted: Tue May 15, 2012 4:07 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry,

I just wanted to let you know I've seen your story and will read it as soon as I get something written. (Today I'll be busy, it's my daughter's birthday...not franciscangypsy's, but my other daughter. Surprised) ) Heidi, it's good to see you here and I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

God bless, and have a great day!
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PostPosted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:07 pm    Post subject: my turn Reply with quote

Okay so here's my take. Hope you all like it.

Uncertain Future
5/17/12
By Heidi Yang

"I think we should wait to do anything more permanent." Darrin said with a sigh.
"What does that mean?" Angela asked.
"It means I don't think we should get married." Darrin replied. "At least not yet."
"Oh, I see." Angela turned away from him trying to keep her eyes from watering.
"I still want to have a relationship with you. I just feel like we both have some learning to do. I need to grow up a bit and you have to learn to be more patient." Darrin said taking her hand.
"Well at least you still like me." Angela said smiling.
"Of course I do."
"It's just weird, I was kind of looking forward to telling people."
"I know but wouldn't you rather find out we weren't ready now?"
"Yes, I mean it still sucks, but you're right I would rather find out sooner than later." They were both quiet for awhile. After a few minutes of crying Angela glanced at Darrin. Even if they might not ever get married she still loved him and she didn't want to put a time limit on their relationship. "So if we go to a movie do you still want me to pay for your ticket?" Darrin asked with a smile.
"Sure." Angela replied laughing. "I'll pay for the snacks."
"Well that's a relief." Darrin said. "Well I should go I've got one more thing to get done at work but I'll be home soon okay?"
"Yeah sure." Angela replied glancing towards the parking lot. "I'll see you later."
"See you later." Angela watched him walk back to his car. She wasn't sure what the future held for her, or for their relationship but she was glad that whatever it was they were going to go through it together.
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PostPosted: Fri May 18, 2012 4:11 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Usually, when the boy takes the initiative he's up to something, and I could sense that concern in Angela's reaction. Nice look at the prompt, Heidi ... you haven't lost your touch. Wish we could see more of it.
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PostPosted: Fri May 18, 2012 12:31 pm    Post subject: comments Reply with quote

Thanks Harry, to be honest there's not really more of it to write! At least not right now. I've been sort of working on a fantasy thing for a contest so I'm trying to focus on that.
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PostPosted: Sun May 20, 2012 11:36 am    Post subject: The Bridge (WC 500) Reply with quote

Hi all,

Here's mine. I'll be back to read everyone else's a bit later. Right now it's time to celebrate daughter #1's birthday.

God bless,
shadowlight



The Bridge
© Marlicia Fernandez 5-20-12 (WC 500)


“Do you miss me now?”

Cara sat on the top step leading of the bridge that signified all her problems and pain. “Shut up,” she murmured. “Leave me alone.”

“You should have paid more attention to me.” A lone gull circled overhead and screeched in the breeze. A whisper played in the jarring noise, fading in and out, taunting her. “Do you miss me?”

“I don’t.”

“Why do you fight it? You know you miss me.”

Cara rocked on the step. “I told you, I don’t! I won’t.”

The bird dove toward the water and came up with a fish that wriggled free and plopped back into the river. “You protest too much.”

She propped her elbows on her knees, and lowered her head to rest it in her hands. “Go away. It wasn’t my fault.”

“Wasn’t it?”

Cara felt, rather than saw the bird land beside her, its wings brushing against her shoulder on its descent. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“No.”

“Look at me.”

She pressed her head tighter against her hands.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Go away.”

“Who you talking to lady?”

Cara gasped and opened her eyes. A boy stood over her, his eyes wide and concerned. The bird was nowhere in sight. “Was I talking?”

He tilted his head. “Don’t ya know?”

Right now, I don’t know anything. She shrugged and pushed to her feet. “I was trying to work something out in my head. I didn’t realize I’d spoken out loud.” Cara looked her visitor in the eye. He couldn’t be more than eleven or twelve, but he still towered over her petite five-foot frame. And he reminded her of someone. “How much did you hear?”

The boy swept wayward strands of dark hair out of his face. “It was kinda like listening to someone talking on the ‘phone. You know, I could only hear what you said.”

She shivered. “Which was?”

“You kept tellin’ someone to go away and that it wasn’t your fault.” His eyes narrowed. “What wasn’t your fault?”

Cara sighed. “Nothing.”

“Oh.”

He cast a sidelong glance in her direction and walked to the middle of the bridge, keeping close to the waist-high brick wall. Cara hesitated and followed him. He stopped to look into the choppy water. She shuddered. “Don’t get too close. You might fall in.”

“Like that man did?”

A vice seemed to tighten around Cara’s stomach. “What man?”

“He really jumped.” The boy glanced at her over her shoulder. “Don’t you read the paper?”

Black tinged the edges of her vision. “Not recently.”

He turned around and leaned against the wall. “But you know anyway.” An oddly disturbing smile spread across his face. “Don’t ya?”

“No, I don’t.”

“I think you do.” He walked toward the step where he’d found her. “You have to. He wouldn’t have jumped except for you. It’s your fault. ”

Cara shuddered and opened her eyes. She leaned against the bridge, alone, a seagull perched on the wall beside her.

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PostPosted: Sun May 20, 2012 12:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry,

I really like your take on the prompt. Here's a person who learned something and intends to put that knowledge to good use. He may make mistakes, but I don't think his history will repeat itself. I hope he does well.

Well done, my friend. I really enjoyed it!


Heidi,

Nice to see you posting again. This is an interesting take on the prompt. It was a little bittersweet...and even sad to me. I wonder how he would feel if she dated or even got involved with someone else. After all, if he isn't ready, he should free her to seek other possibilities, if that's what she wants. Hmm...very interesting. I would love to read 'the rest of the story'.

Nice job and as I said, it's great to see you back. Oh, and good luck with the contest.

God bless you both,
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PostPosted: Sun May 20, 2012 12:42 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Enigmatic, I think is the word for it. The boy knows too much ... is he a witness, or does he represent the drowned man's spirit, but is he a boy? He may be a bird. Somewhere in this mystery there is an answer, Marlicia ... you're too much for me. Say "Happy Birthday" for me.
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PostPosted: Mon May 21, 2012 1:37 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Harry wrote:
Enigmatic, I think is the word for it. The boy knows too much ... is he a witness, or does he represent the drowned man's spirit, but is he a boy? He may be a bird. Somewhere in this mystery there is an answer, Marlicia ... you're too much for me. Say "Happy Birthday" for me.


LOL, thanks, Harry...I think. Wink The boy does indeed know too much. I'm not sure how or why. He is definitely connected with both the drowned man and the bird. The boy may represent vengeance or justice, or both. He may also represent guilt? I'm not sure. The word count sort of tied my hands, but maybe I'll get an answer from them eventually. Thank you for reading and your kind words.

I told Davina you wished her happy birthday. That made her day.

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