The Pink Journal

The late afternoon sky blushed in among patches of blue and gold. It glittered through the bare tree branches and framed the landscape as far as the eye could see.

A slightly chilled breeze whipped the hillside. What leaves that were left on the trees whistled in the wind. The brush on the hillside rustled adding to the sound of the birds and animals living there.
 

There was a faint smell of snow in the air that mixed with the pine trees and rotting leaves of the forest. Considering the lateness of the year and the present season, it was not surprising. 
    

At the crest of the hill, a castle came into view. It was large and made of a light colored stone. Several cylindrical turrets reached skyward with the banners of the kingdom’s colors waving high in the chilly breeze. Several large chimney stacks bespoke of the large hearths in the great chambers contained within its walls. It was a symbol of a rich kingdom and a capable king.

In the shadow of the castle walls lay a village. It was large and well kept. No doubt many of the residents of the village were in service at the castle. A castle of that size would need a large compliment of servants. The homes were close together speaking to the closeness of their community.

Oh mighty and loving one hear my call

Let my prayer echo in your sacred spaces

I, who am weak, need strength to carry on

Bestow onto me with thy grace and light

Hear me cry, the one lost among the found

My soul yearns to be healed of its misery

Oh mighty and loving one hear my plea

You have many names and many faces

Praying here in one of your many sacred places

Lifting my voice to the skies to fill your ears    

To all that you are and all that I am not

I know in my heart you know who I am 


(Blue Mosque photo by archaeologist_d@ Livejounal)

Rating: G

Summary: The journey of life/

Prompt: 1014 credit David Tribby

Word Count: 182

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The Journey

We all take a journey. It’s called life. Some journeys are short and some are long but we all travel along.

What makes one journey different from another are the stops we make along the way. This school or that job makes one journey unique from another. Who and when we fall in love also makes an impact.   

The best life is the one with many stops. Each stop builds on the richness of the overall journey. They make a collection of stories

Think of the stories as a collection of postcards from the stops we have made. The thicker the stack the longer it will take to look through it. Each postcard tells a story of the stop made along the journey. Some are full color and glossy others are simple black and white thick cardstock. No two are the same.

The traveler with the best postcards will think the journey too short. The traveler with the fewest or with the ugliest will think the journey too long.

On your journey of life enjoy the ride and don’t forget the postcards!

Rating: G

Summary: Two great things coming together

Prompt: 910credit totesmarie  tumblr

Word Count: 130

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Coffee And Chocolate

Coffee wakes you up and gives you the boost that you need to make it through the day. Some days you need more coffee than others. Some days you want less. It all evens out in the end.

Chocolate is just as necessary as coffee. Some would argue it is even more so. It makes your brain happy and a happy brain is a productive one. The darker chocolate is the better. Darkness equals happiness when it comes to chocolate.

When you combine the boost of coffee and the happiness of chocolate magic happens. It is the best and most productive combination in the world.

We should all consume coffee and chocolate as often and as much as possible. We would all be happy productive people. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

It’s just a little something in a little box tied with ribbon.

There may be something you always wanted in there.

There may be a little surprise waiting for you.

It was left just for you in a place you were sure to find it.

Who it is from is a mystery maybe it is a secret.

It is a little box full of something waiting just for you.

Don’t wonder what it is open it already and see!

Surprise!

(819 credit theprincessphotodiary @ tumblr)

Rating: G

Summary: The availability of wishes.

Prompt: Tumbler mcy5

Word Count: 174

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If Wishes Were Stars

If wishers were stars then there would be plenty to go around. Each one of us would have what we wanted and we would all be happy.

The phrase ‘be careful what you wish for’ comes to mind. What if we wish for something that we believe will make us happy and it doesn’t. What if that wish makes us miserable?

Well we get a ‘do over’? Will there be enough wishes for us to get more than one? There are so many stars and so many people that it may not be possible to have more than one wish. What if we were not the only planet that wanted to make wishes? There would be even less to go around.

But wishes are not stars. We can not have wverything we want as soon as we want it. There are no do overs. The best we can hope for is that we get what we need and make the best of what we get.

But wouldn’t it be nice if wishes were stars?   

Characters: Girl

Rating: G

Summary: Someone knows how to listen to their heart.

Prompt: Mwps18b

Word Count: 117

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The Girl With The Axe

No one would believe it unless they saw it. She was a little girl with a grownup’s axe. She chopped and shredded the notes like she had been doing it for longer than her short life. Some people call that an old soul. She wouldn't agree.

It wasn't her soul that made her play the way she did. It was her heart. She had a heart filled with music. It’s a rare gift for one so young.

Many never heard the music of their heart. Not everyone knew how to listen to the subtle tones within the beating of their heart. But she knew how to listen and how to send the music to your very soul. 

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Dark Wing 

Don’t mourn the darkness

Don’t bow to its will

Look up Rise up. Fly up

You have the power

You have inner strength

Use it. Find it. Feel it.   

There is truth in life

There are gifts to give

Give it live it be it

Dark wing of truth’s light

Fly on with purpose

Bring it into the bright day

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I am far from home

Adrift and lost

The waves of doubt carry me

Farther and more lost

Someday they will carry me home

But not this day

This day I am alone

This day I am lost

This day I am the wave

The bringer of doubt

I am the one who carries me away.

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Using the photograph below, I want you guys to describe the setting you see. There are no word count limitations, just use the picture as a means of creating an atmosphere in a way that feels natural to you.

There are only two rules:

1.) You may not include any characters. This is setting only.

2.) You MUST put your submission behind a spoiler tag, and not read any of the others until you've completed yours. This is just so what each of us write is not influenced by anyone else's work -- I want to see what YOU can do with this exercise.

Title: Morning

Summary: The forest in the early morning.

Rating: G

Prompt: Photo

Words: 109

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Morning

The fresh morning air drifts slowly through the trees. It carries with it the sound of the birds chirping an announcement of the warm morning sun.

Sunlight flows through the light mist, sparkling on its way down to the thick forest floor. It falls into pools of dew covered green leaves.

Small animals wake and start their day as a doe brings her fawn out from the cover of the trees to feast in the pools of sunshine.     

The tall trees stand at attention as they bask in the suns golden light. Their leaves rustle their secrets to the creatures below.

Morning has come to the forest once again.