The Path

In the beginning the path is smooth

Unencumbered, no burden

Heart and words gave only truth

Time moves on

I beg it slow

Masks removed

Thy wrinkles show

Undulating journey

Now tired and worn

The road gets bumpier

We gaze forlorn

The trail walked

cracks were showing

The lights were on

Highlighting the path of knowing

A pilgrimage

No matter,

parts were broken

Life is an lesson

Learn and live

Leave no words unspoken

Crimson Creative Challenge

#CCC22

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Decisions

Regretting everything she’d done in the past five hours, she said “Can I have a word with you?”

His eyes looked deep into hers, she could see the desire, sense the desire, smell it even. Like a snap shot, this is a picture that would remain in her memory, always. She had to turn away as she spoke her next words.

“I’ve never done anything like this before”

12 hours earlier, arriving at the ballet to meet her best friend, they were to see Giselle. Sipping a Dom Perignon at the bar as she waited, looking around the crowded foyer, she found herself staring into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. So dark, it was like staring into the darkest night, dreamy, she was losing herself in this split second.

She felt goosebumps tingle all over her body, he was moving towards her. “Hello” he spoke softly , but there was something urgent in his tone. They were entranced in each other.

The stentorian voice over the loud speaker “the show will begin in 15 minutes, please take your seats”

Caught in the moment, did they hear the announcement?

Intoxicated on the sexual tension between them. She felt nicely naughty, giddy, the hotness, the fire building deep inside. She couldn’t recall a time in her life that she felt like this.

She knew deepdown where this is leading. Thoughts raced through her head, should I? I don’t want this night to end. Will it? I feel like I’m going to faint, where is my friend? is anybody watching? My husband? Decisions

Together they found a quiet corner table in a dimly lit bar, captivated in each other, they talked, they flirted, the intrigue, the want growing by the hour, unable to end this, they walked the block to the neatest hotel. Neither caring who saw them. Shivering as she walked, was she cold or excited. He wrapped his strong arms around her.

She waited by the elevator, she observed, memorized every inch of him as he neared her, key in hand, room 2121. His hand brushed past her breast as he pressed the button

She knew at the moment she was lost. Passions ignited.

12 hours later. What would she tell her husband. She left the room without looking back. She knew deep down if she did…..

#RDP

#FOWC

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/story-starter-challenge-april-14/

Sue Vincent #writephoto

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/13/elemental-writing-challenge-april-13/

https://fivedotoh.com/2019/04/14/fowc-with-fandango-recall/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/naughty/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/rdp-sunday-picture/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/14/opposites-attract-challenge-april-14/

The Seedy Scene

Hiding from view in the dark lane way, he called her. The other end was answered by a woman, rather gruffly. “Hello”.

Well If she was expecting me, she certainly didn’t act like it, he thought a little displeased with her. After all he’d done for her.

“I’ve been waiting for an hour, where are you” he asked impatiently. ” I’m coming, I’m coming. Just hold your horses” she barked back at him.

A tad annoyed, he hid in the protection of darkness and waited for his pick up vehicle, he didn’t want any of his gang to see him.

Someone was watching though. The watcher examined what, to him, looked a seedy scene. Peering through his tightly closed shutters from his first floor apartment, he watched. He watched everything.

Looming in the shadows, the large man dressed in a overcoat and hat, did looked suspect. What was he hiding? Sitting on the ground hidden behind his heftiness, was what looked like, a sack. Could there be a dead body in it?

The watcher contemplating what he should do next, was convinced something sinister had occurred that evening right across the road from his little apartment. He fiddled with his phone deciding whether to call the police or not. He didn’t want to overrate the situation. But, the bulkiness of that sack left him concerned, he was certain there was a body in that slumped looking sack.

000 he tapped on his iPhone.

“Police.. how can I help?” was the response.

I think a murder has taken place in the laneway across the road from my apartment. There is shady looking man hiding there with a large sack. I think there is a body in it. Hurry, please hurry.

The man in the laneway sees headlights approaching. Finally he thinks to himself. He grabs his sack and drags it towards the approaching lights. The car slows. At the same time red and blue lights arrive flashing, screeching to a halt beside the man and his pick-up vehicle.

The police get out the car and advance quickly “what’s in the bag” they ask? Before the man even had a chance to answer, One of the policeman grabbed the sack. “ why is this so heavy?”

The driver in the pick up vehicle is confused. She hops out the car? “What have you done now?”she screams to the man?

Darling, there was a sale in your favorite clothing store Jigsaw. You said you needed new tops. I bought everything in your size.

Never underestimate the lengths a man will go to to make his wife happy.

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Challenges incorporated

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/opposites-attract-challenge-april-8/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/09/tops/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/story-starter-challenge-april-8/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/vehicle/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/photo-prompt-71/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/page-228-line-19/

https://weeklyprompts.com/2019/04/06/photo-challenge-blue/

A letter to his teacher – I wish you could see him now

This is a repost from Chaotic Shapes. Please watch the video.

http://chaoticshapes.com/2019/03/21/shared-video-1/

School is not a measure of a persons success.

The grades a child receives in school does not define the child or his journey into adult hood, their passion does,.

Follow your heart, your instinct and trust.

As in this video these parents are told that their child is not very bright. I had the same experience when my son was in grade 3. Aged approximately seven or eight years old. The teacher said to his father and myself, just face it, the facts are your son is not very bright and he will struggle in life. I was shocked. She categorized my son at the age of eight years old. She made an opinion of my son and classified him as having no future. She defined him by his grades and made the decision that this was how he would perform in life. (A struggle) Thank God that we did not believe in her thoughts or her unvalidated opinion on our son. I feel sad at the thought of how many children’s lives she may have impacted on.

I felt let down by the system and the system did let my son and us down.

We took him to another school. They ( the teachers) believed in him.

As it turns out the classroom was not the best learning platform for him. Life and experience was. He is successful, he is intelligent, he is wise, he can recite facts that blow his audience away, he is funny, hilarious in fact. He is kind, compassionate, he is a hard worker and he is highly respected by his employer, his work colleagues, his peers and friends. He is passionate about life and is following his passion, he is making his mark on the world. He is amazing.

He is my son and I am proud.

I still remember that teacher.

A letter to the teacher

Dear Teacher,

You probably wouldn’t remember my family. I personally have never forgotten you. My beautiful son would not remember you either I am happy to say because we did not allow you to impact on his life.

Thirteen years ago you defined my son. An 8 year old who you blatantly classified as not very smart. I do not know if you were having a bad day, or that is your thoughts on children who learn through different processes, but, shame on your intolerance.

We all have different strengths and weakness, your own weakness did present itself very loudly that day.

However I do hope you found your way to kinder teaching methods, empathy and tolerance.

As it turns out you did us a favor, we removed our son from that school, where he went on to learn in healthier environment where he thrived and became the confident, capable young man he is today. You never took his power or ours.

If by some small chance you read this, I wish, I wish you could see him today.

Furthermore, I would like to say to you “I hope you found peace of mind and heart in your world”

Kind regards

A Proud Mum

#fowc

Anger, light, love – she is the source.

Finding your yourself ❤️

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She stands behind

she is your ego

As if a dragon, she breathes fire

Swinging her fists

short sharp breaths

she is defiant

Prepared to fight

Prepared to defend

Her furrowed brow

In this instant

stay out of her way

she is righteous

She is unrighteous

she is your anger

she is your darkness

she is fury

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She stops

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She takes a moment

trying to find the softness in her

her tender heart

she takes a breath

her thoughts whisper I need you

she comes when she asks

she will stand with you in a storm

She will shelter you

surround you with her invisible cloak

she will capture your furious pain

She will protect you from wrong

Unethical

the evil sent by others

she makes you stronger to fight them

she will give you strength to fight for them

She gives you the strength to release what is not for you

she will protect you

and show you how to protect them

against themselves

she sheathes them, and you, in unconditional love

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She is the receiver from above

A source of love and light

She shines bright

she is your essence

she is significant

to you

she is your heart

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She is pure love

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We the jury, find the defendant compassionate, empathetic, kind and loving with a beautiful heart and soul.

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“When you let go of the belief that you should or need to know who you are, what happens to confusion? Suddenly it is gone. When you fully accept that you don’t know, you actually enter a state of peace and clarity that is closer to who you truly are than thought could ever be. Defining yourself through thought is limiting yourself.”

― Eckhart Tolle

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https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/27/fowc-with-fandango-release/

https://cyranny.com/2019/03/30/instant-word-of-the-day-challenge/

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https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/your-daily-word-prompt-dragon-march-31-2019/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/30/story-starter-challenge-28/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/30/opposites-attract-challenge-27/

The Elm Tree

Early morning, the sun rising over the clouds, the elderly man is out walking his dog. An orchestra of sounds fill the air. Birds tweeting simultaneously as if greeting each other with welcome to a new day. A light breeze whishes as the stones crunch under each step as he ambles along the long gravel road.

He pauses, unsure why, he gazes to his left.

He sees a trampled trail, curious, he changes direction towards the flattened trail amongst the high grass. His dog barks, “what’s up fella?” Bo his best mate the coolie dog appeared unsettled. Sssshhh boy, “it’s ok” he says as he ruffles Bo’s neck.

Ahead the old man notices a familiar Elm Tree. Big, beautiful, looking somewhat sad. Why was it familiar? He wasn’t sure!

The man was drawn to that Elm Tree. They pause for a moment. Bo whimpers. The old man sits down beside him. Bo seems preoccupied staring off in the near distance.

The old looks to where his best mate was gazing forlornly.

Up to his feet again, still, uneasy, under his magnificent Elm tree, something captured his interest.

A deep hole. He knew deep down what was in the hole. He was hesitant to advance.

He continued to stand under his Elm tree pondering what to do next.

Bo escaped the old mans clutches, lurching towards the hole, he dropped heavily and let out and almighty heart rendering howl.

The old man shambles towards old Bo and the hole. He lays down beside his old mate and cuddles him. Sniffing in his odor as if he hadn’t seen him for a while.

Bo seemed to quiet, as if getting comfort out of the old man’s affection. The old man looks into Bo’s sad face, both sensing the deep mutual love between them, the old man turns his head slowly and looks down into the hole. He sees a corpse. Taken aback, shocked, the old man recognizes the corpse immediately. Shaken, aghast, his mouth opened, he wanted to scream. Silence.

He was staring at his own mangled body, he stared at his own decaying corpse in disbelief.

He had been murdered In a bungled robbery a week ago. The murderers took his body to the old Elm tree, dug a hole and put the old man’s broken body inside. Old Bo, the beloved coolie was so distraught, he followed those wretched murderers, he growled, bared his teeth and threatened, so fiercely and savagely the murderers never bothered to cover the old mans body.

Every morning as the sun rises Ol Bo heads to the Elm Tree where he mourned his best mate until sunset.

Old Bo died of heart break one month to the day after the old man died. He lays in the same hole under the big Elm Tree.

Today the ghost of the old man and his coolie are seen at sunrise walking to the Elm Tree and every evening at sunset they are seen walking back to the old man’s farm.

Best mates

#fowc

http://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/25/fowc-with-fandango-corpse/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/it-all-started-with-a-diamond-ring/

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