Beginnings #writephoto

Underneath the magnificent canopy,

the wind blowing ever so softly,

skies painted ever so beautifully,

sun dying ever so warmly.

 

She sat, gazing at the beauty around,

content with everything here.

Entranced by nature’s splendor,

shoulders light and bright.

 

Past troubles and tensions forgotten,

stress leaving her body.

No more dwelling for future anxieties,

what-ifs or could-have-beens.

 

As darkness grew throughout,

she got up, ready to leave.

To not return to this wonderland,

until she’d bested herself.

 

A new place, a new beginning,

no expectations thrust upon.

She’d build herself from the ground,

and return here once more.

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Written as a response to Thursday Photo Prompt- Beginning #writephoto, hosted by the lovely Sue over on Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

History

History was fascinating, she thought as she walked around the ancient museum. Her eyes were taking in all the glorious relics of the past, her mind whirling at their significances throughout. Her legs were straying too far, her hands were twitching by her side.

She was engrossed in the beautiful display before her, and in her haste in taking in everything before her, she was separated from her group. She shrugged, it didn’t matter, it wasn’t like they’d notice her missing, after all.

She looked around, noticing everything other than the historical relics. All around her were people like her, fascinated by the priceless objects around her, impressed and engrossed in the display. She smiled looking at one particular item, perfect.

Alarms blared around her, and everyone around stared at her in disgust and rage. To steal something from a museum this rich and especially that item was a heinous act and if she might be so arrogant, an impossible one. The easy part was done, now remained the hard aspect. But she was prepared, she’d been prepared for a long time.

History was fascinating, she thought as she executed her escape plan, and she’d guaranteed her place in it.

Word Count: 200

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Written as a response to Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by the lovely Susan. To read other entries of this prompt, click here.

Spring #writephoto

Em walked down the avenue, the fresh leaves of the spring bringing a small smile to her lips. The green leaves, the soft chirps of the birds around her was bringing a newfound joy within her. The spring did great work to rejuvenate her spirits, to ease her body. She enjoyed the sight as she hadn’t before. She felt her burdens washed away as she enjoyed the small stroll, something that was very uncommon to the usual habits of the young woman.

The past few days had been hard to her. She’d shut herself in, shut the blinds firmly, and completely unresponsive to the outside world’s beauty, wallowed in sorrow. There was no great event in bringing this, there were no sudden changes in her life. Frankly put, she had no reason for the sudden bout of sadness she felt. She’d wallowed in self-despair, hating herself more and more each day, and hating herself for that very thing. It was a vicious circle, and it grew more and more each day.

There were many things contributing to this, she knew them and ever so often took steps in rectifying them. But all was in vain, as she stopped every time. She stopped and then again cursed herself for it, she always did. She always wanted to change, but she never did. And despite knowing that, she always tried again.

She was always full of excuses, she knew that. She had become very good at lying, and especially to herself. It was a bad habit, she knew that and especially because it came back to bite her every time. Yet she never stopped, she just lied and promised herself that it would one day. That day was far coming, and she knew that. Yet, she did nothing.

She shook her head as she sat down in one of the park benches. It’d do her no good to think these thoughts again. All it would serve to do was to bring back the previous feeling of despair, and she did not want that, especially not now. Instead, she concentrated on the pleasant sight before her, taking in the sweet aroma of the spring as she settled down on the warm bench.

She looked at the green leaves, a striking change from the bare winter only months before, a welcoming change and smiled. She smiled at nature’s ability to go from the dread winter to the cheery and pleasant spring. She smiled at the birds, her body filled in warmth from their song. She smiled at the cool wind, providing cool to counter the pleasant warmth of the sun. She smiled at nature, and at herself.

Today was a new day, and she vowed to make it better than yesterday. After all, the harshest winter makes way for the loveliest spring.

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Written as a response to  Thursday Photo Prompt, hosted by the lovely Sue over at Sue’s Daily Echo.

Daily Prompt: Sleeve

She was always smiling, happy to everyone.

He was always sour and unapproachable.

She was adored by many, loved by all.

He watched over their backs constantly.

She was an angel to many who’d met her,

and especially the light of his life.

She was headfast and supportive of him always.

He was just glad she was there.

She tried very hard to fit in,

but there are always hurdles in life.

Slowly, her smiles became strained, her eyes unhappy,

but no one could see it except for him.

She was never perfect despite trying.

To him, she was nothing less, no matter what.

She broke down in secret, showing no weakness.

He became her strength, as she’d been his.

As she cried in darkness hidden from others,

He became her sleeve to cry upon.

 

via Daily Prompt: Sleeve.

Space

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Far above in space, the earth seems so tiny and people so small.

The inventions and development of humans stand tall and proud.

He looks at the earth and everything down there,

a product of our unending brilliance and enthusiasm.

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Written for Three Line Tales Week 116 hosted by Sonya on only100words. Photo by NASA via Unsplash.