Seven days, seven black & white photos, day 7

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‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’

My thanks to Sue Vincent for inviting me.

In turn, I invite anyone who wishes to join the challenge.

Seven days, seven black & white photos, day 5

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‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’

My thanks to Sue Vincent for inviting me.

In turn, I invite anyone who wishes to join the challenge.

Seven days, seven black & white photos, day 4

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‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’

My thanks to Sue Vincent for inviting me.

In turn, I invite anyone who wishes to join the challenge.

Seven days, seven black & white photos, day 3

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‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’

My thanks to Sue Vincent for inviting me.

In turn, I invite Ka Malana to join the challenge.

Eye #Writephoto prompt #SueVincent

Here’s my contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #write photo prompt challenge, “Eye”:

 

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

 

The librarian looked over her glasses and pushed the ancient book across the counter towards Stella. “You said you found it under the bridge, did you? With all that water?”

Stella fumbled for words, “Uh, yeah. It was sort-of floating.”

“It’s rather heavy to be floating don’t you think?” Miss Ivy rolled the egg-shaped stone in the palm of her hand. “Must weigh at least two pounds.”

“I don’t know,” Stella replied. “Thank you for the book, though.” She glanced down at the cover which held strange shapes she’d never seen before, along with the one etched on the surface of the stone. The mysterious symbols almost glowed atop a faded gray cover, and the book looked like it was at least a thousand years old. Impossible, of course, Stella, realized, but she couldn’t help wondering where Miss Ivy had found it. And so quickly…

Her thoughts were interrupted by the librarian’s words.

“Oh, you’re quite welcome. Do take good care of it now, won’t you? You never know who might come looking for it next?”

Stella could have sworn Miss Ivy winked at her as she lifted the book gingerly off the counter and clutched it to her heart. A rush of heat flooded her body. She turned toward the door, eager to discover the secrets held inside.

“Don’t forget your egg,” Miss Ivy’s words brought her back to the desk. “You know,” she told Stella as she placed the stone in her outstretched hand, “The Eye of Horus is a portal.”

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To participate in Sue’s weekly challenge, please click here

 

Seven days, seven black & white photos – day 2

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‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’

My thanks to Sue Vincent for inviting me.

In turn, I invite Alienora to join the challenge.

Seven days, seven black & white photos – day 1

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‘SEVEN DAYS. SEVEN BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS OF YOUR LIFE.

NO PEOPLE. NO EXPLANATION. CHALLENGE SOMEONE NEW EACH DAY’

My thanks to Sue Vincent for inviting me.

In turn, I invite Jan Malique to join the challenge.

Power of #Celebrity Part 1. #Musicians Influence on #Youth Culture

An important, insightful post that sheds light on the power of music and its (negative) impact on youth:

Source: Power of #Celebrity Part 1. #Musicians Influence on #Youth Culture

Ebb #Writephoto #SueVincent

Here is my contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #Writephoto prompt. To participate in the challenge, please visit Sue’s blog.

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Photo Credit: Sue Vincent #writephoto

Ebb

The tide washed away her secrets
but she had more
Inside the membrane of her skin
she held an ocean of memories
Some of which were not hers
You can tell by the pattern of the waves
beating against the shoreline of self
what is trying to get out
Water erodes, but doesn’t erase
Fine lines become depressions
and sometimes life grows out of decay
when light is allowed to breathe into the darkness
That is when the green takes over
spreading out of the crevices of old wounds
to remind her of renewal
and the next wave cleansing
instead of drowning

Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Author Update – Paul Cude, D.G. Kaye and Alethea Kehas

I’ve recently discovered Sally’s wonderful blog, where she features a wealth of information on publishing, blogging, and newly released books. It was a delightful surprise to discover A Girl Named Truth featured in her post this morning. To read more, please click below:

Source: Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – Author Update – Paul Cude, D.G. Kaye and Alethea Kehas