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https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/15/tell-the-story-challenge/

 

The rules of the challenge are to: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a picture of your own and nominate three people



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The little pig could not contain hisself that crisp morning in July.

He and his three brothers had been busy the day before building their houses. one built his out of straw and one built his out of sticks, but this little pig built his out of bricks. He was a very smart pig. He knew that he needed proper material to build his fine house and so the big bad wolf could not blow his house in.

As the story goes,

He and his brothers tried to escape the big bad wolf. First they joined together in the house built from straw, but the wolf huffed and puffed and blew in that little house, scattering the pigs, as they ran for their lives.

Later on in the day, the three pigs joined together to eat dinner at the house of sticks. Just as they were finishing their meal, the big bad wolf struck again, blowing the house of sticks into oblivion. So once again the three pigs scattered and later met up again at the third pigs,house of bricks.

Later on as the night had set in, the three pigs were all comfortable, watching tv. There came a knock at the front door. The big bad wolf was outside waiting to come in and gobble them all up. He was patiently waiting that is when he got the ideal to dress up as a little old lady and try his luck in tricking the three pigs, into letting him come in.

As the story would go, the little pigs declared, “Not by the hair on our chinny chin chins,” and the wolf out of frustration climbed to the top of the house and decided to enter the house through the chimney. The pigs knew he would do this and had a pot of chicken broth stewing down below in the fireplace. The wolf realized too late that he was going to be cooked. Too bad for the wolf, but the pigs felt safe finally and prepared the wolf for a wonderful dinner the next day.

The picture above shows the ecstatic pig who built his house out of bricks.

Success was in preparing and using their little pig brains.

The END.

MwsR<3


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Mine

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The hurt is mine

It grows with each day that is absent of you

I know that it is my burden to bear.

Mine to endure, mine to keep it inside.

I feel sometimes in searching for answers to things, my heart will surely die.

Like a prisoner, I do time for things that I feel.

Things that make me feel like a human, like  “real”

I understand not everything has answers for an ailing mind

But somehow I thought answers I would one day find.

If I had known all my feelings would be swept into a forbidden corner,

One that no one cares about,

One that separates me from others for life…

To get inside certain packages, one must use a knife,

My feelings were inside,

It took time to get them opened up,

But it happened, despite my unbelief.

I will never be a closed up heart again,

But that does not mean my heart will mend.

I hurt, I feel so alone with it all.

My only answer to this insane is God.

He hears my cries, comforts my excruciating tries.

He lifts me up so I can see a new and different place to feel safe.

If he could let me borrow another heart, just once

I would let it display out loud and strongly.

I would not hide it, and let it crush me.

That is what I would do.

MwsR ❤

Say Something, Shawn Mendes

Poem

DISDAIN

Disturbed cannot adequately describe

All this hostility, you fuel, that is hidden inside

My hands are nothing to the power of heartache

You are the one who engulfed my mistake

You sent nothing in turn for the love lost

I ,in turn, turned my feelings into cold frost

Sent away not in word, but deed

This was internal and I started to bleed

The blood pooled up around me

While you got on with your life

I gently tried to gather the broken pieces, you cut like a knife

Constant stain that always follows me

It is the bereavement of how things used to be

More jagged and sharper than I ever felt

Was the point, that made my joy melt.

Gone today, yet lingering tomorrow

Always, forever, no escape, truly ever.

Wishing it all had been a bad dream and happened , never.

MswR ❤

 

Word of the Week

ne·cro·sis

[neˈkrōsəs]

NOUN
medicine
  1. the death of most or all of the cells in an organ or tissue due to disease, injury, or failure of the blood supply.
ORIGIN
mid 17th century: modern Latin, from Greek nekrōsis (see necro-, -osis).

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