Steeple #photographychallenge

 

 

 

For my week one of the subject: I put a focus on the steeple wanting to pull out the architectural beauty. In doing that it pulled out some of the muted colors in the stonework. The trees and the other elements are softened so they dont compete with the subject.

Week two: as you can tell I built off week one added a bit of radiance to convey light that glows off the stained glass window. My focus now become the stained glass window itself giving the viewer the desire to go inside and see the stained glass as it looks inside the chapel. I origianally centered on the circle part of the window but there was not enough color to create a dramatic effect.

 

This is part of the one in four photo challenge where you build four aspects of a photograph over four weeks. Though I rarely share it on my blog, I  enjoy the different things I can do with photo editing. We will see at the end of four weeks which photo I will keep in the archives…

 

Check out Robyn’s Blog where she hosts  the weekly One in Four Challenge

Hard To Read #fiction #poetry

Pain – these words

each one excising flesh

severing my nerves

taking my breath

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fictitious you may be

I hear the victim’s cry

willing you to flee

wrings me dry

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your type never benign

you stalk the pages

your sinister breathed lines

predator of the world’s  stage

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I am presently editing a crime fiction. The story line is excellent, compelling and you can’t put the novel (“The Man Who Tattooed Women” by Newt Livesay) down. However, an editor like a surgeon has to look at everything. With my knife (pen), I have to examine each word for clarity and placement. I must stare the perpetrator in the face and hear the victim scream in slow motion. I realized that  I subconsciously refused to edit several chapters because the graphic content is so arresting. So here I am (past my deadline) looking in the heinous face of a serial killer, feeling the blood drip down the victim’s leg, trying to cover my eyes but I can’t.

I had to take a poetry break to wash the blood from my hands.

Editing – All in a day #atoz #editing #shortstory

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At last chapter 42. One chapter and 1200 words from ending this crazy beginning. The beginning ahh I almost remember it like a new bride. I danced, I sang with all the newness of  the plot, the interesting characters, a compelling read.

But too soon, the commas and the semicolons, not to mention the typos and misspellings, made my fingers bleed. Jealously, the main characters wanted a piece of the action; no proverbial monkey on my back. They sank their rabid teeth into my neck. Like the barbarous task masters of old, they whipped and hurled me into a dark spiral. Down, down, down – I went. The novel harbingers were portending my doom.  The once friendly laughter was dark and sinister; the whipping sounds stung my ears. I couldn’t wait for the end of each day, though often they threatened me if I left my perch.

“No tears. There is no time. Move forward. Make haste.” I smelled the stench of their breath.

“Okay,” I whispered to myself, but one taskmaster heard me and grabbed my wrist hard.

“Next time, I hear a complaint, I will break your wrist,” he growled. “NO Stopping!” I felt a bite in my neck, which I knew meant business. The blinds were being closed shut,  the shadows of doom closed in.

I got out one of my references ” I have to consult my…”

“You don’t consult anyone or anything.”

“Wait just a minute. Your master, the guy who wrote this thing, wants it to read well. You had better let me consult my references so that I can make you look good.”

“Oh, alright then,” he said almost sheepishly, the monkey backed off, more light came in through the shades.

I didn’t want to make the characters look good at word count  38,535.  I wanted to kill them – all of them.  Silently, I mused,”Ring their necks and let the reader see what they are like in ‘real life.’

“I must be going crazy,” I screamed at the monkey on my back.

“Okay, who do I start with?” I stabbed my ink pen at the different names on my hit list. “Hmm, he’s not carrying his weight. I say be gone with this character, write him out of the story.”

I heard a collective gasp, “No, you can’t do that. We could be next.”

“Hmm, good idea. Monkey you are walking on thin ice.” I heard a screech and felt a lightness on my shoulders, the blinds creaked open,  the stench lifted.

I can’t say they always behaved themselves, but then neither did I.

I did notice the occasional cup of coffee at my desk, and the blinds were opened periodically.

“Guys,  your master is calling today; you had better be on your best behavior.”

Yes sir, we are just ahead of schedule. The… The characters,” I smiled at the monkey, the task masters and harbingers, “are keeping me on my toes.”

He laughed almost like he understood this crew. Hmm, maybe he did.

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Nautilus

This year for  A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.)  You will find poetry,  You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to  meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.

The value of Flash Fiction to improve your writing #writing #flashfiction #Dumas

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My used chair was undoubtedly city issue,  handpicked from salvage, the “stylish” metal  lacked any semblance of comfort. The seat was ripped and the stuffing exuded stale urine reflecting many tenuous nights at the station. It’s last home was  the interrogation room in one of the crime or homicide divisions. This was the city’s welcoming card…

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There was no need for my psychic abilities to tell where my metal chair, with the stuffing erupting from the seat, originated from. The stale urine spoke of pounding nights of interrogations; when the interrogators could no longer tolerate the stench, it was pitched into the wire caged, salvage area just waiting for me.

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My new chair, used city issue probably hand picked from salvage, very stylish, metal, an uncomfortable chair, the seat ripped and the stuffing coming out and smelled like stale urine. Its last home was an interview room in one of the divisions. (from the original unedited text)

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If you are serious about writing, you can benefit from writing flash fiction. Flash Fiction memes are wonderful places to exercise your writing ability and are available for all writing levels. The premise behind the Flash Fiction exercise is as follows: you are given a set number of words to create a theme, main character, and a resolution to the plot. Some memes give a prompt while others allow the writer to create his own theme. I have participated in flash fiction memes from 160 characters to 100 words; there are longer micro-fiction memes that allow 1000 words to develop and conclude a fictional piece. Regardless of the number of words you are alotted, the exercise challenges the writer to be concise yet descriptive.

The two examples that I have included for this article are each 55 words and are based on an edit I did for an author of crime/suspense fiction. Sometimes writers are so busy with the details that they overlook the descriptive aspect of writing. As a voracious reader of classical literature, my senses come alive by the words that teem with inspiration.

Read these 57 words so deftly crafted by the masterful hand of Alexandre Dumas:

The commissary took
up an iron mallet and knocked thrice, every blow seeming to
Dantes as if struck on his heart. The door opened, the two
gendarmes gently pushed him forward, and the door closed
with a loud sound behind him. The air he inhaled was no
longer pure, but thick and mephitic, — he was in prison.

~The Count of Monte Cristo (1844)

by Alexandre Dumas (excerpt from Chapter 8)

Here’s a challenge – take 55 words and use them well!

Photograph:” Starbuck’s Chair” ~L. Moon copyright 2012