Posted in Prompts

Where I Live

What do you love about where you live?

The mountains and the fact that there’s a little of everything here. Mountains, ocean beaches, and farmland; there’s so much beauty. (Oregon, USA)

Sometimes life throws many mountains at us. Do we stand and look at them then turn away? Or do we latch on to them, climb them, and rejoice when we’ve reached the top?

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Life’s Mountains

Posted in Scenes

The Tug of War of Scenes

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Sentences jerked across the page. Tension climbed the mountain named Resolution only to be yanked backwards to tumble down the slope. The scene stood up and said, “One more time.” One word at a time it dug its heels in. It struck with clarity then penetrated and pushed its way back up the slope. Up up the tension rose then thrust clean off the top as the Resolution’s attitude defied them.

Dazed, the and scene lumbered to its feet then staggered. Resolution waved down at it in a mocking gesture. But now a flag with the answer whipped in the wind from the edge of the mountains crest. The scene gathered itself anew, dusted itself off, and marched along the bottom of the mountain and around to begin their climb again. But an invisible force stood in their way. For another scene on the other side of the force began their trek up the mountain ahead of them.

But, alas, that scene came tumbling down as well. It slammed into the invisible force. A bright light flashed. The invisible force faded. The first scene backed up, built momentum, then raced up the mountain a third time. Except now it raced at break neck speed. Resolution wasn’t looking. The scene ran so fast that it reached the top and grabbed the flag. Now Resolution had to give its secrets away to everyone.

Posted in Social

Blockers

What is standing in your way of accomplishing your goals?

Posted in Poetry

Ghostly Mist by L. M. Montes

Ghostly mists arise and hover,
above the valley floor it covers,
mountain walls surround and hide,
the evil secrets that reside.
When happiness pushes through and in,
a bloody horror stabs and wins,
What is this mess that is so wrong?
A sickening stench so sick and strong.
But love so great, the only answer,
Can overwhelm this evil cancer,
Shining down from God most High,
Is peace and love, then horror dies.

by L. M. Montes