Like evil paper airplanes, they circled around Aniela, fluttering in her face, dive bombing her.  Never did they touch her, but that only made them more frightening.  It was as if they could see er, react to her movements.  The faces.  The faces on the drawings saw her, saw her for what she was. A liar, a thief.

Aniela threw up a shield, but the persistent pages only became incensed and pecked harder.  Who were they? What did it all mean?  Her heart told her one thing and her mind told her another.

- Eliabeth Hawthorne

__picture it & write: Blind Sight Edition – BEKA ADD ANA’s STORY

by Ermilia

*image source: fantasyartdesign.com

To read the rest of this post, along with the prompt, go here:

http://terri0729.wordpress.com/2012/02/22/who-do-you-think-you-are-listen-write-christina-perri-jar-of-hearts/

By brookeshaden

From the sour scowl my mother wore, I knew she detested them. I wasn’t certain what the children were doing in the woods so late at night. The softest buzz of chanting could be heard. The faint scent of smoke and ash lingered. Was my mother right? Were they playing with the devil himself? “Witches! Whores!”My mother spat. I continued to peer outside my window, staring out into the black forest. “Stop staring! Is that what you want to become, Madeline? The devil’s whore?” I shook my head sternly. My mother stormed off, muttering prayers. A black smear was moving in the distance. I could see someone running. A blur of red, a dab of yellow. It was a girl. My fingertips touched the cool glass. What was she running from? Or, who was she running to?

- Ermisenda Alvarez

*image source: dreamworlds.ru

*image source: photobucket.com

In the pain of life
when mired down with strife

The strength we may find
is not that of mind

But a Spiritual one rather
given us by the Father

If to Him we pray
“help me through this day”

He is ever faithful to
lend His strength to you

and faith in Him renew!

Teresa Marie  2/2/12 ©

http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/short-story-slam-week-20-love-in.html

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My dearest love Mark
I’m writing to say

Things I should have
a long ago day 

When I loved you
so very much more

Than ever I told you
at any time before

And now you’re gone
angels took you away

Home to the heaven
where you will stay

You were the best man
that I had ever known

Deserving of more love
than you were shown

Oh Mark,  I’m sorry
that I didn’t see

The life for us
that it could be 

Today I am sure
that you’re fully aware

Of another great man
I’ve found out there

 Whom I love as much
as he loves me 

And his name’s Mark too
now isn’t that “funny”?

Teresa Marie  1/24/12 ©

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/dear-diary/

http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2012/01/14/letter-1/

A good candidate
is hard to find

By New York Times
was today headlined

Which has been found
by me as true

Who’s saying America,
God bless you?

Everyone that reads me
knows just I feel

How God from the Country
 some are trying to steal

And although there’s many
who do not agree

This blog right here
belongs only to me

So you will find
it’s my point of view 

Dictating what I say
and think or do

And though there are none
in the debates I see

That have all that much
made an impression on me

The votes that are counted
with the coming election day

Will choose the right one
is what I hope and pray!

Teresa Marie  1/22/12 © 

So now is the time
for my brother Hugh

That in the family
is known as hubedoo

It truly is a blessings
that we still have you

After everything last year that
you had to go through

In that short time ago
you were pronounced to die

And it was on God
that we did rely

When the family did
our prayers to heaven cry

To please delay you from
having to say goodbye

Just thinking of it and
how the doctors now say

That only by a miracle
is there any way

You are here in
such good health today

And it’s looking like
you’re here to stay

Declaring that I love you
would be putting it mild

You’ll always be “big brother”
to this younger child

As every little girl knows
our brothers stand apart

And my dearest Hugh
you’re special to my heart

Teresa Marie  1/17/12 ©

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/dear-diary/

http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2012/01/14/letter-1/