Autumn: cooler weather finally here. The horrid heat of summer finally gone.
The richness of colours: Golds, Auburns, Reds, Browns; all giving the days a new perspective as the Greens have faded out.
Landscapes changing, trees shredding, flowers falling: A new phase. The cool breeze, a sun shining less brightly, skies getting darker, days getting shorter.
Every living thing changing and preparing.
Animals and birds preparing for the winter months. Stocking up on food before the frost. Migrating to warmer shores. The long-haired Cats getting back their fluffy, thick winter coats.
Temperature shifts, flus and colds erupting all around. The itch of Hayfever now at bay.
Fireplaces heating and lighting a room, listening to its crackles, fully immersed watching its flames – hypnotised.
I like this time of year….. And you???! :)
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This weeks ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ . A very apt piccy! Visit by Clicking Here
A Ruthless Race
Don’t you know that we watch you?
Your buildings, museums, cathedrals, pillars, posts; we are part of them; spying, observing, looking… judging.
We’ve watched you millennia after millennia, and do you know what we see? A pathetic race of beings that only seem to be evolving to themselves when in fact you are as barbaric as the day you were formed.
You have not changed.
War, famine, hunger, poverty / Abundance, opulence, possessions, wealth. Half your world is starving and the rest complain that their steaks aren’t cooked right. Many have no clean water to drink yet many have lavish fountains in their squares, hotels, gardens and spa’s.
We are judging, we are deciding what to do with mankind and our decision will be final. Life, as you have believed, is not in your hands, It is in ours. And I strongly suggest you wake up, open your eyes and see. For it is your blindness that will ultimately be the demise of what it is to be human.
And that day is coming.
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This piccy prompt is from Angela Goff’s weekly ‘VisDare’. The photo’s are super freaky and super awesome! Visit VisDare by Clicking Here
Beyond Repair?.. Not
Over the past year: situations, illness’ and marred relationships had piled up – just like a pile-up on a motor track that fully ends a race. Finally, she pulled away from it all and placed it in the past, viewing it as a series of unfortunate happenings.
Starting over isn’t easy, especially if it involves a multitude of aspects in a persons life: social, health, work, spirit, beliefs, faith. If someone is to move on and start afresh, these things need to be restored and some, even reworked.
Everything that has been held dear, what once was believed in and trusted, gone.
Is the heart and soul beyond repair?
…Like the battered racing cars, they will either be crushed or fixed: the dents knocked out, the wheels replaced, the foundation that is the chassis, mended. Patience, hard work and loving dedication, until all that needs to be repaired, is.
I wish I’d of listened to my own counsel and not to the direction of others. But now I do listen to me. And through all the adversity I have suffered, the one thing that I forgot was there came fighting through…
…That which never left:
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Piccy prompt from ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’. Find others’ stories if you Click Here
Realms of a Garden (?)
I always dreamt of having a garden and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever have one.
Okay, I’m 75 now, but having lived in flats all my life and not having the financial means to move, I settled on it as being one of life’s wishes: until a wonderful man entered my life.
He is wealthy, very wealthy, and when he learnt of my deepest dreams he went and made as many as he could come true.
He and I may not have many years of life left in us, but the years we do have left will be lived out as if they were a dream: and this beautiful garden where I stand now is one of those dreams.
Sometimes, though, I still feel as if there is a need to open my eyes and wake up…. (???!)
(folks, make of the ending whatever you wish! :) )
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As the Bud, She’ll Grow
She needed to blossom, but first had to get out of the current predicament that was stifling her growth. Despite being scared to leave the group she decided it was the best way forward for her. Whether she returns only time will tell. For now, though, she needs to be alone with herself to reground and feel all the deep accumulated emotions which had been growing inside her; and the only way out of that darkness was to feel her way through it.
Maybe it hurts to peel away what was. Maybe the flower that emerges from being a bud goes through the same metamorphosis. Maybe it too feels its awakening as a painful process. But the blossoming always comes, it’s a course which is naturally taken; if not, the flower withers and dies.
She doesn’t know whether traversing the darkness will, in time, bring the light. But as the flower grows she hopes she will too. For now she needs to go through the change her situation calls, and like the bud, hopes her blossoming will follow through.
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Genre: Seriously Miserable!
© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham
Devil’s Flip Side
The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode; because literally it is the home of the Devil, just not the way that we know it.
Most people think that if you are bad in your current life then you have a passage straight to hell: In fact, the opposite is true. If you have done good most of your life, on death you’re soul comes here – to be taught how to be bad for when you return in another body: Bad will be all what you know and all that you do.
In this world it is better to be bad… and if you’re not, you are going to learn how to be bad anyway.
So, that sinister thought you’ve had mulling around for so long? Go ahead and do it. Because one day you’re going to meet the Devil…. And when you do, you’ll be looking at your own reflection regardless.
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Hi guys… another installment for ‘Mondays Finish the Story’… Click here to be taken to the page to read others’ stories or click on the blue froggy button!
Genre: Freaky, Disturbing, Dark
“Run, My Child”
“We’ve trained you well, my little apprentice, and now it’s time for you to go”.
Ben was afraid; the people in the masks were all who he knew. 12 years ago, while his father was paying for fuel at a gas station, 3 of the masked men snatched him and took hm away: He was just 2.
The men in the masks became his family and they raised him. And in all that time, he never once saw their faces.
Daily they would train him until exhaustion made him drop: Running, combat, judo, gymnastics, swimming, karate. His mind taught to survive interrogation, toughened to survive torture. This he had all learned, and it was now his time to leave.
His Master took him out to the woods to say goodbye.
But, what Ben didn’t realize was that this training, this endurance, wasn’t for him to survive in the world – it was to survive them.
Ben was their prey – and, shortly after the goodbye, the hunt would begin.
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A late VisDare (here), but this photo blew me away when I saw it and it just had to become a story.
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