Is this the way to Heaven?
If I knock, will I be let in?
Or are they going to tell me it’s not yet my time?
And send me back to earth.
Will I cry when I get there?
Will I sob, and will I plead?
Will I die if I’m not invited in?
And die again when I return.
Will I learn something new about my life?
Will they tell me that I’ll be okay?
Will they reassure me??
And come back to earth having learnt something new.
Am I going to survive?
Am I going to thrive?
Or will it be more of the same?
I guess I’ll find out.
I’m now back on earth.
And I can’t go back.
I can move forward though.
Even when it feels like I’m going back.
Heaven won’t let me in.
But earth does.
And that is what I have to take.
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Hi 🙂 151 words and In case you haven’t guessed….this is NOT a poem, I can’t write those! 😉 But it is a question 🙂
This Tuesday’s photo prompt provided by J.S.Brand (thank you). And the writing challenge hosted by our lovely PJ over at FFFAW. Visit the site and read other’s work here and/or click on the Blue Frog button below 🙂
My own ‘House’ is being rebuilt. Same as the physical one in this photo.
As it’s supported by timber to prop it up, mine is supported by Love. Keeping me in place, holding me up.
Today my friends came through and God came through, as he always comes through. My love for my man kept coming through.
Oh, how love can hurt. The betrayal caused from an early age lasts. ‘Family’ is the first love. And then when that ‘love’ is squashed and innocence is stolen: Pain is what’s caused… from that very first encounter with ‘Love’.
Can loving and being loved ever happen once more?? Can you love again?? Truly love again?? Deeply?
It’s a tall order.
But not impossible.
Love comes back. But this time, the love is Real.
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Hi 🙂 Bit of a sombre one today, but simultaneously, Wonderful in its message! 🙂
Today’s photo prompt is courtesy of Sunday Photo Fictioners which you can visit here. You can click on Mr.Frog below (the blue button) to read other’s stories also 🙂
Thanks for reading 🙂
Snakes get a bad rep. That’s how I think: ‘Believe?’ Not sure.
They slither around in the grass to eat. And to mate.
Some are filled with venom. Do they know they are vilified?? Could that be the reason they have the power to kill?
I met a Snake once…I ran down the road in terror.
And then, I met one 3 years ago – as an adult – named ‘Rory’. God, he was gorgeous, and sweet looking too. But, I was scared. His Dad was in control though, and I tentatively stroked him.
But I do wonder…Are they no different? We protect ourselves. Mammals protect themselves. Would You go near a lion? I personally would like to stroke one…If I could!
And let’s not forget what we are taught about Snakes: Truthfully, Are They Evil?? Or is it a certain someone that’s portrayed as one?
I’m on the fence 🙂
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150 words exactly. The point of the story is this: Are Snakes that bad? In comparison to the rest of us?
Tuesday’s writing challenge is hosted by the wonderful PJ over at FFFAW, every week, and Kecia Spartin provided today’s photo.
Have a click here and/or here to check out everyone’s work 🙂
There he stands. Looking through the uppermost turret window at the vastness of his courtyard. He feels so proud. Proud of what he has achieved.
“Daddy, Daddy, look what I’ve drawn for you”!
He remembers a time when this was all he wanted. To be the king of his own castle. He thinks of his wife. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She is on his arm. Life can’t get better than that.
“Daddy? I’ve drawn you something”
The pride within him threatens to explode.
Turning from the window he makes his way to the breakfast room to sip coffee and read the morning news.
The child follows him.
What a life this man has. Everything he ever wanted.
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This is a sad tale that is inspired by the thoughts in my mind over the past couple of days. This Photo Prompt (provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose) is for the Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge over at FFFAW hosted by Priceless Joy. Read other’s interpretations here or click on the blue button below 🙂
Predator For Hire
Private Investigator. Hitman. Spouse Disposal. Bodyguard. Debt Collector.
65 years experience.
Do you need to find out if your husband IS cheating? I’ll track your partner from dusk til dawn. I only charge for my investigative services. If I find that he IS cheating, then Husband dismembering and disposal are free – you’ve been through enough.
You’re owed money? I’ll use intimidation tactics first. If that fails then I will cause bodily injury. And if that fails I’ll simply dispose of the debtor and take what is owed. But rest assured, I WILL get your money.
Any confrontations requiring backup? I’ll just stand there until the problem is resolved.
If these sound like YOUR problems and you need my help: Please Call 07*** ***486. As I’m a Predator and don’t require sleep, call me ANYTIME – I’m available 24 hours a day.
First consultation FREE.
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Another fun Photo Prompt…Wouldn’t it be great to have a Predator to do battle on our behalf?! I know I’d employ him!
Every Sunday at ‘Sunday Photo Fictioners’ a new pic serves as the prompt. The idea is to write a story based on that pic – however subtle or obvious – and to write roughly 200 words, (give or take a few). Click the Blue Froggy below to check out the Stories for this week, and to visit the prompts home 🙂
What an excruciatingly paranoid time it was. Persecuted Queens accused of treason. And Men accused of plotting against their Kings. For Royals, even with their wealth and power, couldn’t escape the secret games against their lives. Yes, some were founded on truth, but many out of mere delusion.
Heads on stakes dangling from bridges, an ominous sight indeed. It was for the pleasure of those who crossed the Thames to what awaited them: their own imprisonment in the Tower of London. They’d be incarcerated until seen fit for their own heads to eventually join those that hung from London bridge.
Poor Queen Anne Boleyn. Accused of treason and adultery. And Incest with her brother. As she crossed the water to Traitors Gate the staked heads hung as a reminder of her own unavoidable fate. The following months of imprisonment led her to insanity: Hysterically crying one moment, and laughing wildly the next. And so it remained until her head too joined the display.
Princess Elizabeth got lucky. She only visited for a few weeks. Exonerated on the grounds of false arrest that sealed her release. However, she was sure to make it so that her own traitor would pay. And her sister, ‘Bloody Mary’, did indeed pay. With her own Imprisonment and the steely axe.
A bloody time indeed it was. Royals with their power, prestige, and money were not even safe. And If they themselves weren’t safe, then what of the everyday, ordinary folk? Were their lives as unpredictable and bloody?
Traitors Gate at the Tower remains with tourists daily flocking to see. Does it serve to tell the history of England’s past? Or maybe something else? Perhaps it’s a reminder of what will happen if you think to cross our Royal Queen?
It might be a bit of both 🙂
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A fab photo prompt that got me writing about a point in history that I’ll never understand. The details yes, but the brutal behaviour?? That’s the bit of humanity I’ll never comprehend – present-day bloodshed included.
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