Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh 2015Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Chapter 4 of the book has been posted.
Click here for Chapter 4 or click on the link at the top of the page.
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/
Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.
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Louise, with the “The Storyteller’s Abode” has provided our prompt photo this week.
The weather had been threatening all day, but the Sanger twins wouldn’t listen to reason and took their sailboat out in the bay. The winds were strong and the sailboat took off at a good clip. Their friends looked on with dismay.
Danny was more headstrong than Sammy and he over-ruled their turning back. He was having a great time.
A storm was coming in, the winds began to blow harder and Danny was having trouble handling the boat. He tried to turn the boat and head back when the sail swung around and knocked Sammy in the head and overboard.
Danny tried to slow down the boat and circle back. He threw a life-saver out, but Sammy wasn’t moving.
By now the people on shore were aware of what happened and a motor boat roared out to where they were and they drug Sammy out of the water.
They were too late, there was no pulse and Sammy was dead. Danny was speechless as tears ran down his face.
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Finish the story begins with: “The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood.”
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“The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood. It took many years to construct this building and it wasn’t easy, but as you can see it is very unique.”
“What do they use it for?” Joey asked.
“It is the headquarters for Camp Skagway for needy boys and girls.”
“Is this where I sign up?”
“Fill out an application and turn it in to one of the counselors on duty for the day. The rest are at the camp.”
“Are there girls at the camp?
“No,” Johnny said, “It is boys only.”
Just then a group of girls formed a picket line and chanted, “Camp Skagway unfair to girls!”
“Go away MaryLou.”
“Why Johnny?”
“Because you got your own camp and it is nicer than Camp Skagway.”
“We know, we was just funning you, hah!”
“Girls!”
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
He looked at her body splayed on the floor,
She looked like she couldn’t take any more.
She barely moved, her cries were weak,
He never realized that she was so meek.
He didn’t mean to hit her so hard she’d fall,
He tried to think to whom he should call.
He needed help and ideas too,
What should his mind decide to do.
His best friend would help him no questions asked,
Do whatever he was told, do what he was tasked.
As he was thinking, what about good lies,
The poor girl stopped breathing and dies.
He felt no bad feelings, no remorse,
The girl deserved it of course.
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Two words are offered each week for consideration. Each word has a similar definition, but one is more expressive. You can pick either word, or both, to use in your story.
The Prompts
“Penitence“ and/or “Remorse“:
[noun] the action of feeling or showing sorrow and regret for having done wrong.
For my new readers, here is the link to my book. Three chapters published so far.
If you are new you may not know that I am writing a book, a memoir of my married life starting with being a military wife and then changing to being a civilian wife until we called it quits.
I am posting the book online here rather than traditional publication due to possible family problems.
Therefore there is a link up top that has 3 chapters highlighted which means they are done.
Or click here.
It is still a work in progress but will be publishing chapters as I feel they are ready.
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/
Highlighted chapters are done and ready…
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He was parched!
The rotund man dragged
His sore feet
House to house.
How scandalous people thought!
He’d only asked for water.
Three Word Wednesday.: 3WW Week No. 515
Parched, adjective: (bone) dry, dried up/out, arid, desiccated, dehydrated, baked, burned, scorched; withered, shriveled, thirsty, longing for a drink, dry, dehydrated.
Rotund, adjective: plump, chubby, fat, stout, portly, dumpy, round, chunky, overweight, heavy, paunchy, ample; flabby, fleshy, bulky, heavyset, corpulent, obese; informal tubby, roly-poly, pudgy, porky, blubbery, zaftig, corn-fed, round, bulbous, spherical, spheric.
Scandalous, adjective: disgraceful, shocking, outrageous, monstrous, criminal, wicked, sinful, shameful, atrocious, appalling, dreadful, deplorable, reprehensible, inexcusable, intolerable, insupportable, unforgivable, unconscionable, unpardonable; rare egregious, discreditable, disreputable, dishonorable, improper, unseemly, sordid, scurrilous, malicious, slanderous, libelous, defamatory; rare calumnious, calumniatory, aspersive.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
Beth looked at the little boy standing in front of her with his hands behind his back. He asked if she was Beth. She replied yes. He got down on his one knee and said, “This is for you, Miss.”
“Why are you giving me a flower on one knee?”
He pointed over to the gazebo. He said, “Please give this to Beth, the girl I love most in this world,” and pointed at you.
“Well please go tell William that I accept.”
He scooted to the gazebo, there was a swift exchange of money and the boy took off.
William strolled over to where Beth waited and before he could say a word, Beth shouted, “Yes, I will marry you!”
William’s smile faltered and he said, “What?”
“It wasn’t very romantic, but didn’t you send that little boy over to propose to me?”
“Uh, hm, uh no, Beth. I just wanted him to surprise you with the flower. I told you before I didn’t want to get married.”
Beth threw the flower on the ground, ground it into the dirt with her shoe and then slapped him across the face and left.
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Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
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Nancy ran, quickly, stumbling on her heels. Her pursuer was gaining rapidly.
She stepped down on the drain and lost a shoe. She didn’t dare stop, he was too close.
“Hey lady, stop!” A man’s voice was shouting at her. No way was she stopping in this area.
“Lady please stop,” he said breathlessly.
Nancy tripped over a log and hurt her foot and had no choice, but to stop. She turned to face her attacker.
“Geesh lady, all I wanted to do was return your purse. You dropped it when you got out of the car.”
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Big Rig
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Nancy and Claire were riding down the roadway with the radio blasting and the convertible top open.
Nancy pushed the accelerator down. She wanted to see how fast she could get the car flying.
Suddenly they spotted a large rig on the side of the road and what looked like three figures struggling next to it.
Nancy started slowing down and pulled off the road onto the shoulder behind the rig. The figures all looked up. The female kicked at the two men who were staring at the intruders.
“Nancy don’t stop, they look dangerous.”
“We can’t leave her here with them.”
She reached in the glove box and pulled out her service revolver. She stepped out of the car.
“Claire stay here!”
She headed over to the group and told the men to step back and let the girl go. They just laughed and started towards Nancy. She shot them both in the legs and they went down.
They were both stunned. This girl could shoot.
“Claire call Dad and tell him what we have here.”
“My Dad is the chief of police and will be here momentarily to pick you two up.”
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This week’s photo is a big-rig that was parked up last year. You can use it in your post in any way you see fit.
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
FREEDOM
BY TERESA DEAN SMEIGH
COPYRIGHT OCTOBER 2015
Freedom rings the bell
Of liberty through the land.
Hear it ring proudly!
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com (free to use photos)
“Beep boop boop beep,” cooed little Arianna.
“Honey, honey wake up, Arianna is talking and it is time for her dinner,” Arlan picked up Arianna and carried her into Astrid.
“What are you talking about Arlan? We don’t have any children. How many times must I tell you that?”
Astrid screamed and jumped up confused and sleepy. I must be dreaming again!
“Get that thing away from me. Don’t the batteries ever wear out?”
“Astrid, Astrid wake up.”
“Honey why don’t you go to bed and I’ll feed Arianna?” By all means, feed your fancy doll!
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Astrid walked into the kitchen where she heard noises. Now there was a large purple and green character in her kitchen with the small one called Arianna. I must be dreaming!
“Beep boop boop beep,” the large one said
Astrid fainted.
“Honey what happened? We are going to be late for the costume party. Put on your costume and grab the doll. I was just practicing our lines.”
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Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
The Muse Amuses
By Teresa Dean Smeigh
Copyright October 2015
Happily I write.
The pen scribbles , the muse thinks,
Provides what I need.
The rules are simple.
Not sure how to write a Haiku? Click HERE for a quick How to write Haiku Poem in English Form.
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Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Bonnie
Written by Teresa Dean Smeigh
Copyright September 2015
She tried to concentrate on her painting, but she could hear soft noises from over by the large oak tree.
“Mommy?” came a little child’s voice. Then “Mommy, is that you?”
Bonnie walked over to the tree to confront the intruders. Standing there was a cop holding a little girl’s hand. The little girl had red hair and freckles just like Barbie.
Barbie stared and the little girl said, “Mommy, I missed you!”
“Ma’am, I am sorry to intrude, but our investigation has dug up the information that this little girl is yours.”
“But my sister told me she drowned,” tears running down her face.
“When a report came through the station with the sighting of a little girl screaming that the woman wasn’t her mommy, they held them and investigated and found the drowning report. Your sister finally confessed.”
“Oh Barbie, I’ve missed you so much.”
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Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
The breeze filled its wings,
As the bird prepared for takeoff
Into the unknown.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #111-Rhyme&Reason
There’s no rhyme to this.
No reason either that’s true.
Just a new Haiku.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
Kittens are cuddly.
Kittens have soft, silky fur.
Kittens love to play!
The last call approached,
Waitresses cheer loudly now,
One more boys let’s go!
What’s your opinion?
I am writing a memoir. For those that aren’t sure what that is, it is a section of your life story, but not the whole story. Now I am starting from when I was a military wife and then planned on continuing to the divorce. So that would be my whole marriage. But the title is “Government Property – A Memoir of a Military Wife.” So now I am wondering if I should cut it down to just include the military years. What do you think?
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new wor
k is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
