Reflecting Rebirth (5 of 5)

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After the world moved on, so did I, fleeing the agonized memories of the city for the regrowth beyond.

It was there, deep within the peace, far from the abbey where he’d been born, I found him anew, his wings as glorious as when he first burst free, shining color upon my world all over again.

~Emmi


Image by David Aguirre Hoffmann


And they are rejoined, this time for good!

I like to think the glare behind is water and too bright sunlight rather than snow, but maybe you see something different. What would your two line story be? :)

Fractured Grave (4 of 5)

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War stole years, not just from me, but from the land, from my city, from a boy who once shook the stained designs upon the floor with hearty laughs and sweet flutterings of lashes.

His voice no longer echoed in the abbey, in the alcoves of the windows where I’d sit with him; the glass has shattered from the raging storms, the pieces left in jagged shards within his grave.

~Emmi


Image by silentfield (on ArtStation)


And the nostalgia reigns as the POV grows up. But good stories never end there, for they need to have the ‘sweet’ in bittersweet to be truly remembered.

Artistry Aflight (3 of 5)

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On our side, winging with a thousand shades, an impossibility roared through that first rush, staunching our assailants, slicing with a sharpness no steel could emulate.

This time everyone heard him, yet I saw in him a reflection of my own rage as I lifted a heavy sword and followed his lead.

~Emmi


Image by Exileden (on DeviantArt)


I actually used a completely different picture by the same artist as my prompt for this third part, but when I found the artist, I discovered they’d recreated the same stained glass creation. Not only that, but the image still worked perfectly, possibly even better, with the small story I was concocting.

Wounded Stone (2 of 5)

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A tortured night, of thunder cracks and powder sparks, crawled through my city, destroying my innocence and wrecking our future.

He burst free from the abbey, an explosion, grand, yet terrifying, for no glass rained down, nothing but his dappled beauty, color for that infamous day.

~Emmi


Image by Daniel Kvasznicza


I thought it just perfect since the building itself does not seem to be wrecked, nor is there glass littering the ground, so I was able to make it far more supernatural an occurrence.

Survivor: Island of the Idols Controversy Thoughts

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As anyone who has ever read my bio probably knows (or doesn’t know because bios are boring :P) I’m an avid Survivor fan. I’ve only missed one season out of the 38 finished seasons of the US version. I implicitly know edgic though I don’t make charts. I know my contestants similar to how sports fans know their players. I have even dragged my family (some of them kicking and screaming) into my obsession.

When the Varner-Zeke controversy happened, I felt that pain and railed privately about what happened, but in that situation we were given a certain amount of closure immediately with Zeke’s entire tribe standing up for him and Varner instantly feeling the backlash before being voted out.

But last night was something different.

Survivor is a family event in my house. We watch this together, we play an in-house fantasy survivor game (I have yet to win–argh!), we chat about our favorite contestants or who’s winner pick will pan out. This show reflects all types of people and gives rise to conversations about real-world situations, and I always think that’s a positive result of us watching together.

Last night wasn’t just hard, it was heart-wrenching, because this is the world my daughter is growing up in. A world that will invalidate her feelings, push against her boundaries and vilify her when she stands up against situations she has every right to stand up against.

She isn’t going to just have to fight men like Dan who constantly reach through her boundaries despite requests not to. She’s also going to have to fight against people like Elizabeth and Missy who will lie, manipulate and undermine victims.

She will also have to fight against people like Aaron, who think that because a situation didn’t apply to them directly, it must not exist. She will also have to suffer with people like Tommy, Dean, Elaine, and Lauren whose silence is deafening.

But this morning, I’m feeling better, because she’ll have Janets on her side who will always listen to what she has to say. She’ll have Jamals on her side, who support her right to her feelings and the right to choose when and how to be open about those feelings.

My winner pick is Missy. Both my kids chose Elizabeth. Unlike a lot of people, I’m not furious with these two women because I know that they have become normalized to a behavior that should not be normalized.

I know this because I have been that same person. I’ve been the silent one when I should have said something. I’ve been the one to lie and say “everything’s fine” when everything was not fine. Because I was made to feel afraid of saying anything contrary.

I tell my daughter that she has a right to her body, a right to choose who hugs her, who kisses her, who picks her up. I’ve taught her that her “stop” should be respected, no matter what it’s referring to, whether it’s to me stroking her hair, tickling her, hugging her. I spent years asking what I had permission to do and her response being “only hugs and loves,” precluding all pokes, tickles, pick-ups or nose boops. It became a game. I asked if I could do bird kisses, dragon kisses, gnome kisses, butterfly kisses, zombie kisses (she actually came up with zombie kisses in order to pretend to eat my brain). This game always, at its core, was about respecting her saying “no” to anything I came up with if she was uncomfortable.

And you know what? It was worth it. Because one day she started saying “Mom, you can tickle me…if you want.”

So instead of having horrible memories of being tickled and hating it, she requests it and knows that if she says “stop” that’s exactly what it means. So she doesn’t yell “stop” or “no” when I tickle her. She yells “don’t stop” despite being breathless with laughter.

I think it’s inordinately important for this to be a tenet in our lives, to teach our children to be respected at a young age, especially young girls, so that when they grow up they will expect and demand to be respected when they say “stop” rather than being forced to laugh inappropriateness off because that’s what they’ve been conditioned to do their entire lives.

An Affinity for Glass (1 of 5)

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I never knew what to call him, that boy within the glass.

He spoke to me, face awash with brightened color, of cornflower, grape and rose, his motions quivering the patterns cast upon the pews, yet all who heard me thought I merely spoke to my reflection.

~Emmi


Image by Munashichi


As I was scrolling back and forth between all my pictures trying to get inspired, I began to notice similarities between a lot of them. Same dragon, different color, or backgrounds with a familiar mossy covering, all beautiful in their own right, but they tend to blur together after awhile instead of standing out.

Then I caught a few that felt as if they were linked together, stained glass joining them into a chain of stories rather than the same one over and over. So the next few are all interconnected in my mind, though you don’t have to read them that way :)

The Expedition of a Lifetime

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Some stumbled upon the portal, while others sought it deliberately, but none ever returned.

That choice, to follow where his love had fled or stay behind forever, tore him asunder.

~Emmi


Image by Giuseppe Parisi


The picture I used for a prompt today is a digitally altered photo that reminds me of Dune a little bit. The artist has a making of below the actual picture when you click to get a real look :)

What would your two line story be?

Ward Off the Innocent

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In the waning years of my youth, I’d had a choice: to leave him, allow his evil to spread, infecting the world with its pervasive stench while I fled to safety.

Or to stay – love him with all my being so I could both save him and yet still warn the world.

~Emmi


Image by Bo Zonneveld


Happy Halloween!

Even villains have people they love and those who love them in return. Otherwise, they’re far too easy to dehumanize and are far less fun to write.

What would your, possibly scary, two line story be? :)

Dressed Decoy

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An impractical costume, to be sure, but it made an impression on our conquests, and the Captain enjoyed the view.

And after our spoils were tucked below or trailing behind ship, I took pleasure in his undivided attention and his groans of pure lust.

~Emmi


Image by Conquer Online


Pretty sure this one was supposed to be published in August, given the nautical theme. Hope everyone had a wonderful, relaxing summer with lots of water, maybe some sand and plenty of butterflies :) What would your two line story be?

To Be Missed

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At the first glimpse of the palace, the aches of the journey faded, the worry dimmed and his heart lifted.

For surely, someone there would remember him, at least one person would have dreamt of his return.

~Emmi


Image by (Unsure – Wallpaper download)


This is a crop of a larger picture, though I didn’t realize that when I was using it as a prompt. The larger version actually has a horseman riding along the path to the left.