My Inspiration/Span #writephoto

Over a span of twenty years, I’ve come to love this picturesque village where my darling wife grew up.  Even after she died, it never occurred to me to move back to London.  This peaceful place continues to enthral me.  My favorite spot by the river is where I find inspiration for my writing. 54…

Gone/Open #writephoto

  Gone are the carefree days Of running down open hallways. They’re just memories now.     14 Words I wrote this story for the #writephoto Prompt – Open at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo and for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.

Rescued/Choices #writephoto

When I opened my eyes, I realize that I’m propped up against the tree with the hole at the base of its trunk.  Puzzled, I look around.  How did I get here?  The last thing I remembered was pounding on the door of that shack with the moss covered roof and crying for help.  And…

Marrying For Love/Choices #writephoto

I married for love.  My husband was the love of my life.  The only problem was he loved someone else.  When I was in my early twenties, I met two brothers–Jack, an outgoing, lovely man and his brother, Adam, who was very handsome and very charming.  Jack fell in love with me but I fell…

My Firstborn/Yearning #writephoto

As I watch the tide ebb and flow, I think of you.  I wonder where you and what you look like.  I wonder if you resemble me or if you’re a splitting image of your father.  He and I were both sixteen when you came along.  I wanted to keep you but I couldn’t.  My…

Life/Decisions #writephoto

Life is like a signpost and our decisions, good or bad are what we use to map out which direction we will take. I wrote this post for the #writephoto Prompt – Decisions at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

The Disappearances/Bright #writephoto

Through the woods I went, the bright sunshine my guide and my comfort. I never venture into these woods in the dark.  I’ve heard too many horror stories about girls like me who come here after dark and are never seen again. It’s quiet here.  I don’t hear anything.  No birds.  There’s no breeze.  The…

The Split/Rift #writephoto

At first it was barely noticeable. And then slowly, it became More visible.  The rift in what They thought was a strong And tightly woven together Fabric of a marriage which Had lasted thirty years Had gotten wider until There was a deep and wide Split in the middle.   He ended up on one…

Younger/Tranquil #writephoto

It sat there tranquil, inviting and surrounded by thick vegetation.  They said that it was like the fountain of youth.  All you had to do was get into the water and totally submerge yourself.  The only thing is that you don’t stay in too long.  She removed her clothes.  She had made up her mind…

The Bet/Invitation #writephoto

The gate was slightly ajar. Perhaps, I shouldn’t but I’ve come this far. How Could I turn back now? If I do, they’d call me a chicken and I’d lost the bet. Me and my big mouth sayin’ that I ain’t afraid to go on those grounds where that strange old lady lived. Everyone said…