For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows an unmade bed in the foreground, behind which is a table with a white tablecloth with a laptop, a set of headphones, a smartphone, a camera lense cap, and a table lamp sitting on it. Behind the table is what appears to a mirrored wardrobe.
Getting up early in the morning wasn’t her natural inclination, but the job called. Last night her computer crashed and trying to fix it was so frustrating that she felt like hurling it from the parapet of the bridge near her apartment. But she realized that it was not hers to do what she liked, it was company property and her boss would hound her for destroying the company property and would demand justice by deducting its cost from her salary.
Today was the day that she’d been hoping would arrive for a long time. She had planned every detail and had set the trap with the appropriate bait. Now she just had to make the computer start and load up the files and she would have that criminal in her grip.
She was sure that a promotion would be her reward to catch this man who had so many cyber crimes to his credit. And the beauty of the trap laid for him was that she didn’t had to get involved personally in it.
She made herself a cup of coffee and waited patiently. It was almost time!
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman lying in a rope hammock that’s built into a wood deck attached to house in the woods on an autumn day. She seems to be staring up at the sky above her and daydreaming.
Lying high on my makeshift bed
Looking up the periwinkle sky
Thinking deeply, I examine my life
I exhume my buried emotions, sad and happy both
And find peace within myself for all that’s passed
I am sanguine, never forlorn or anxious
Though I’m libel to slip down the precipice
Of dark thoughts if I let go of this rope of hope
Here peace prevails, like the stars in the night sky
Give me serenity and I find my long lost friend
The joy of contentment I’ve been looking for
Written for JusJoJan- Periwinkle, Prompted by Maggie, hosted by Linda
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a teenage girl sitting crosslegged on the floor in between the stacks in a library engrossed in a book she’s reading.
Jessica was brimming with excitement. Today was library day. She and a bunch of her classmates visited the library every Tuesday. She loved reading and feasting her eyes on those reference books which weren’t available elsewhere.
Another thing that she looked forward to was buying hot cocoa from the cafeteria which was reinforced with enough marshmallows to even repel the polar cold winds that sometimes she had to face when she left the library to go home.
To earn the goodwill of the librarian, she always got her a cup of cocoa too. That’s how she was allowed to have a beverage in the library because it was against the rules of the place.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman’s hands holding a mason jar labeled “bath salts” and she seems to be either screwing or unscrewing the top of the jar. On the surface of the table is a weaved basket with some dried flowers in it, a roll of twine, and a few other items.
Sally worked in a high-end salon. She was a good worker and her clients were happy with her work. The owner of the salon promised her a free spa day when she was nominated three months in a row as the employee of the month.
With great excitement and anticipation, she looked forward to that magical day when she would be the one being waited upon instead of the others around.
After getting a massage an aromatic bath was prepared for her where flower petals were floating in the water. It felt heavenly to soak in it.
But suddenly, the owner of the salon barged in and swinging her cell phone like a baton to the music of a marching band, ordered Sally out of the bath as a very good friend of hers was waiting for her massage and spa appointment.
Sally was very upset at this unceremonious dismissal of her reward time. She decided there and then to resign from her job. She was sure she could find another job quickly and likely a better one!
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows four giant stone sculptures of heads, perhaps religious in nature, with a man wearing a red outfit walking toward them.
He was a tertiary commander. But the rank wasn’t important as long as he was recognized as the intrepid leader of the troops.
He got off the bus and crossed the sandy, arid area to enter the temple. The sight there struck him like a lightning bolt. The four giant heads were a part of their folklore and now seeing them in front of him had a big effect on him. He stood attention in front of them, paid his respects, and turned around.
Stories of ancestors were one thing and orders from his leaders were another. He stepped out of the temple and ordered the demolition squad to open the guns. Soon that legendary temple was reduced to rubble and with it the stories of a savior that would save them from this war of self destruction they had fallen into, were also obliterated.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a skeleton wearing a tie sitting behind a messy desk typing on a keyboard. There are cobwebs s between the skeleton, the desk lamp, and the papers on the desk.
Karen went ballistic when she found out that her husband, Kenneth, had gambled away their entire life’s savings.
Though she was no carnivore, she felt like taking a bite out of her pretentious husband who had rocked their ship leaving her in desperate situation.
But Karen was no ordinary woman that a slight change would lead her astray like a blind person. She had plans for revenge and to regain the lost fortune.
She lead the depressed Kenneth into the room behind the study that was seldom used. “Now you stay here and think of a way to retrieve our lost fortune. Maybe you can go online and play those games that are always promising huge returns on very little investments. I don’t want to see your face again till you’ve at least won back some of that money”.
She locked the room and went to visit her mother to share her tragic story with her. On the way to her mom, she met an road accident and died on spot. As for Kenneth, no one knew where he was and years later his skeleton was discovered when the house owned by the couple was demolished!
Writer’s Quotes Wednesdays (a Photo or Writing Challenge)
“Honor to the soldier and sailor everywhere who bravely bears his country’s cause, honor also to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field and serves as best can, the same cause”
War is never a welcome option
Armies built by conscription
Soldiers fighting on beachhead,
Fronts, and in deep trenches
Lives sacrificed by millions
So that citizens live a free life
“The soldier is the army, no army is better than its soldiers. The soldier is also a citizen. In fact the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one’s country”
George S Patton
I hope that we don’t have to go to war ever again
A war, justified or imposed upon the people is always tragic
Loss of lives, families torn apart and futures destroyed
But if we are asked to defend our homeland, we all will rise
With pride we will bear arms and stand united against the enemy
“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor never the tormented”
The silence of people who can do something is much more damaging than the verbosity of those who can’t.
The stiff breeze brought the familiar scent of the surf and the ocean to Jason’s nostrils. It had been eight years since he had stepped foot on the hallowed grounds of the place he was raised in.
He was pushed away from the people he loved because his parents had agreed to sacrifice their love for him in return for the guarantee of his survival. This cycle had been going on for generations in his family due to a curse that was placed on his great-grandmother by a witch.
All male, surviving offspring had to be separated and placed away from the family’s orbit before they attained adulthood. It was the same with Jason.
His return today violated that contract. But he had made this decision to return keeping all the pros and cons in his mind. For one he was now in possession of a powerful counter-spell that was supposed to break the original spell. For another, his mom was dying and he couldn’t keep away from her.
He was just praying that this spell would break the curse as he had just learned that his wife was expecting a baby boy.