It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
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He was delighted when a donor hand had been found, after his own had been crushed. Perfect! He was delighted when there were no complications. Perfect! He was delighted that the hand matched in colour and size. Perfect!
Thank you to Jim Adams, who tirelessly hosts Song Lyric Sunday and gives us the chance to share lots of favourite songs.
There are always some songs that turn up that I am not familiar with, and it’s good to hear new music. Sometimes these become new favourites too.
If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.
From the themes this week I’ve chosen to go with “Hurt”.
There is far too much hurt in the world. Sometimes we hurt people deliberately, sometimes we hurt unintentionally. Sometimes we even hurt others without realising we have done so.
Some people suffer hurt through illness, some through loss of loved ones, others because they feel hopeless, or neglected, or useless.
Some are hurt physically, many are hurt mentally.
We all will, at some time in our lives, hurt someone in some way. For any that I have hurt, I am truly sorry. For those that are hurting now, and for those who can see no end to their hurt, I offer love, and hugs, unconditionally.
Sadly, there is no doubt that at times Everybody hurts. Here is REM to sing the song. The final words are what matters: “You are not alone”.
When your day is long And the night The night is yours alone When you’re sure you’ve had enough Of this life Well hang on Don’t let yourself go ‘Cause everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong Now it’s time to sing along When your day is night alone (hold on) (Hold on) if you feel like letting go (hold on) If you think you’ve had too much Of this life Well, hang on
‘Cause everybody hurts Take comfort in your friends Everybody hurts Don’t throw your hand Oh, no Don’t throw your hand If you feel like you’re alone No, no, no, you’re not alone
If you’re on your own In this life The days and nights are long When you think you’ve had too much Of this life To hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes And everybody hurts sometimes So, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts
You are not alone
Songwriters: Bill Berry / Michael Stipe / Peter Buck / Michael Mills
It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.
Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.
Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!
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Since those huge bright globes appeared low in the sky it hadn’t been safe to venture outside. All who tried were frazzled to a cinder. We soon realised that we needed to keep to the shadows, but then the acid rain proved deadly too! We’ve now used the last of the food and water!
It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.
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Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.
Someone said the link is broken.
I think it is missing, entirely.
Really it’s just an illusion; there is no continuity, no strength, no security!
If I can see it, why can so many others not?
I pray we can forge new links, pick up the broken and missing, and join together in harmony.
Sometimes it’s totally impossible to “fight” for yourself….sometimes the only way to survive is to “fight” for others.
Sometimes the battle can only be fought on your own. For those who do battle alone; those are the most dreadful times when the people who truly care about you cannot help!!!!….in that “solipsistic” crisis you will feel alone.
Despite all that, in that moment of despair, know this…..
You are not alone.
(these wise words belong to Mark Robinson, my nephew)
I AIM TO PLEASE THE YOUNG AND YOUNG AT HEART WITH POEMS DESIGNED FOR KIDS. READ ALONG WITH YOUR SMALL TOTS FOR FUN.. LET'S MAKE RHYMING FUN AND EXCITING!!!
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