Story Photo: ABC Game

The picture above is how things look with my problem eye, but I’m told it will be better soon. I couldn’t go without putting up a Story Photo post this week, but I’m making it short, which I know is very unusual for me:~) I hope you enjoy this simple ABC game.

The Challenge

Today’s Challenge is to know your ABCs. I’m giving you the following three pictures. Each picture has the first three words of a sentence. Your challenge is to see if you can get from A to C by completing the sentences for each picture. Be sure you include the full sentence(s) in the comment box:~)

Picture A: And we believed…

Picture B: Betcha I can…

Picture C: Come to me...

Make me laugh

As I could use a good laugh about now, bonus points will be given to the sentences that make me laugh, but this isn’t a requirement.

Quickie Challenge Choices

Pick one of the following questions to answer in the comment box:

  1. Which is your favorite picture and why?
  2. What are the things in Picture B used for?
  3. Does Picture C count as cruelty to stuffed mice?

Have fun, be creative and enjoy:~)

Thanks to those who wished me well. I promise you that I am getting better, but the medicine I have to put in my eye blurs my vision. I only have a few more days of the medicine and hopefully, I’ll be back visiting and replying:~)

Thanks to JC

I want you to know that my partner, friend and the man I love, JC, has been wonderful at helping me with this post, as he has done with others. He’s always willing to check things over with his clear vision and catch me when I’ve  been a bit sloppy with my grammar. It’s nice to have someone who both understands and appreciates the work of a blogger:~)

Healing Power

The soul is strong; it can mend even if the body does not.

The soul can be healed with the medicine of forgiveness, acceptance and love.

Trust in the healing of your soul and it will be done.

~ Sara B. Healy

Note to my readers: I had to have a minor procedure done to my eye. While I’m fine, my vision is off and on in the one eye and will be for a few days. Therefore, I am closing comments on this post. Be back soon:~)

Story Photo: Winners!

Creative Writing

There’s no new Special Story post up today because I want to celebrate the creativity of some of my regular readers who participated in last week’s Special Challenge.

In this challenge, they had to write a story about the picture above in 100 words or less. I made it slightly more difficult this time in that they had to use ALL the following Shakespearean words in the story:
•    Fere — spouse, companion, wife / husband
•    Thou — you
•    Alack — expression of regret, sorrow, dismay, alarm
•    Coil — turmoil, disturbance, fuss
•    Rampallian — ruffian, villain, scoundrel
•    Galliard — type of lively, high-spirited dance
•    Punk — harlot, strumpet, whore

Story Photo Creative Blogger Award

The people who took on this challenge provided wonderful stories within the rules. In fact, I like them so much that I decided a simple link wasn’t enough. I wanted to highlight the stories today and present each author with my own award for writing witty, creative and fun stories based on a photograph.

The nice thing about this award is that you can copy it and it comes completely free of any requirements:~) So, to all of the following people, I bestow you with the first Story Photo Creative Blogger Award.

Richard North, The Arts Web Show

Thou listen Rampallian passer by.
As i tell my poem about my coil.
You see my Fere is a punk.
Can you believe my Alack when whilst performing a Galliard
She was kissing the judge
So unfair so i decided to lay here and tell you a story about how my Fere is a dirty punk.

Linda, From Roses to Rainbows

Twas a dark, moonless night, and many rampallians were out. They would find easy prey along the darkened streets.

A couple, returning from the Galliard, was oblivious to the coil in the nearby alley, and started at the sound of metal against stone. The man said tis likely just some punk in the alley, when suddenly a bandit leaped from the wall. He said to his fere, “Thou must run.” Alack, her husband was unable to escape, and was found lying in the alley clutching his heart.

That fateful night has been immortalized in stone as a warning to all.

Talon, Talon

Thou might suppose Allan tumbled to the ground from deepest heart pain, but, alack, ‘twas not so.

While on his way into the dance, Allan spied his fere in a dark corner in his fiercest enemy’s arms, recovering their breath from their galliard. Allan knew his fere to be a punk with a history of infidelity as long as a dragon’s tail. Rupert and Allan had fought many battles in the past, but Allan would not fight this one. Allan did not coil, but truly fell over in relief. He was now free of both rampallian and punk.

Delena, A 1000 Days of Thanks

Alack, mine fere is untrue! She is a strumpet, a punk, a temptress! Ah, but what a temptress! Come closer. I have not breath to speak long, and thou art mine only confessor here.

‘Twas the galliard. It is her weakness, and I but a jealous rampallian to think I could keep her under lock. But she, oh! She is too spirited to be happily caged. ‘Twas only one dance! I would give her a hundred dances to take back our quarrel. There was a coil there, upon the balcony. Do not blame her. The fault was mine.

Hilary, Positive Letters…inspirational stories

Stoned Sprawl (A tale of caution)

Oh rampallian, what have we here? Thou who without alack would turn away from thy fere, leaving the fires burning in the grate, not worrying for thy bairns.

Life is too precious to cause a coil, take not up this “Special Challenge” the wayward villeins have presented thee; dance not the Punk’s Galliard … be not drawn in to the mists of the field, to the tumbling spirits.

See from yon fallen scoundrel become not one, return to the hearth become again mine own true fere … galliard with me, tonight we shall overcome.

Congratulations to all who dared to take on this Special Challenge!

Special Challenge Award

Off and on, I will be surprising certain people who participate in the Special Challenge with this award. There will be no hints or warnings as to when the award will be presented.

It will go to one or more of the people who participate in the Special Challenge in such a way that they demonstrate the motto of the Story Photo Series…

Have fun, be creative and enjoy:~)

Children of the Holocaust

A Step into Hell

The dawn breaks with the first light.
People begin to huddle in fright,
Their bodies, frail and thin;
To be Jews, that was their sin.
In the hundreds of thousands, they would die,
While the world watched with a sadistic sigh.

The gas would freely flow.
It would surround them, until they’d know
That death was finally here.
And it came with a horrible fear.
No rescue or help was to be had
No one was spared, even the smoke was sad.

For those left, there was an oppressing silence.
Darkness was thick with the smell of violence,
Another terrible dawn will break as they patiently wait,
The next poor souls in line to discover their fate.
Somewhere in this evil of man, deep as the endless well
Humanity let our souls take step after step into hell.

The Butterfly Effect

I wrote this poem in 1967. If I remember correctly, I had just finished reading “The Diary of Anne Frank.” I’m not Jewish, but I could see myself in her; I also had dark hair and brown eyes and felt many of the same things she had shared in her diary, except for the fear that forced her to hide in an attic.

This book encouraged me to learn about the Holocaust and the unspeakable horrors endured by over 5,830,000 Jews. Among those who died, 1,500,000 were children. Many didn’t even get to live to the age I was when I wrote this poem.

My Butterfly

You might note the above picture of a butterfly I made. I’m not an arts and crafts person, but I worked really hard to make this butterfly; it’s going to become part of an exhibit to remember the children who died in the Holocaust.

I learned about this exhibit on a recent visit to Carrie’s site, Grow Your Own. She talked about The Butterfly Effect, a group project undertaken by Trudi Sissons of Two Dresses Studio, to collect handmade butterflies.

These butterflies will be sent as a group to The Butterfly Project, hosted by The Holocaust Museum in Houston, Texas, USA. The Butterfly Project was organized to remember the 1,500,000 innocent children who perished as a result of the Holocaust, by collecting 1.5 million handmade butterflies. In the Spring of 2013, these butterflies will become an exhibit in the memory of this event and the children who died.

Make a butterfly

I encourage everyone to consider taking part in this group project. Trudi is collecting the butterflies and will provide a link back to the people who send one to her.

Please click on the widget in the right sidebar of my site, or visit the Butterfly Effect information page at Two Dresses Studio for more information about making a butterfly for this project and where to send your butterfly. BTW Keep scrolling down beyond the image for Trudi’s information.

When I made my butterfly, I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to carry my regrets for this tragedy on its wings. I wanted it to remind people that we must always be vigilant and not let the sparks of prejudice become the raging fire of hate.

Will you join me?

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What about you?

  • Did you read “The Diary of Anne Frank” and if so, what was your reaction?
  • What do you think we need to do to prevent genocides or holocausts from occurring in the world?
  • On a less serious note, what’s your favorite butterfly and why?


Remember you still can do the Special Challenge at my last Story Post, The Fallen Man. You have until Friday. I dare you to do it:~)