Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
I trail thee my Lord.
I follow wherever you lead.
You are my savior.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems
Look at the future.
Think of the good things to come.
Don’t think of the past!
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
Image from WikiCommons, taken by Miroslav Olszewski and used under the Creative Commons Agreement
Large meadows, a stand of trees and mountains in the distance. This is the village Gracie and Joanie decided to visit first. They planned to hike the area, meandering wherever they wanted to go.
The villagers weren’t happy. They tried to talk them out of it, but the girls were determined to hike the area and explore.
The Villagers insisted they stay on the main road only. They tried to stop them one more time and then they shut up. The girls made it clear they were going. They left the situation with a sort of ANXIOUS PEACE.
They started early the next morning. Carefully cleaning up their camp site before they left.
The flowers in the meadow were exquisite. It seemed like all the colors in the rainbow.
They walked for a while before they spotted a building off in the distance. They had already forgotten the rules the villagers set. They walked a little further looking for a path over there. They were going even if they had to walk through the flowers.
Eventually they came across a small break in the meadow. It seemed to head towards the building. So off they started.
As they came close they noticed this must be the back of the building as there was only one window with bars on it. Continuing their sightseeing they came closer to the building. They slowed down and snapped a few pictures of the back and then headed around the building to the front.
As they came around the corner they were met with a guy aiming a gun at them. They stopped immediately and looked at each other. They glanced at the front and there was a door and another window with bars on it.
Gracie started to ask if they could look inside and he told her to be quiet and listen. Trespassers were unwelcome and would be dealt with accordingly.
Both girls looked at the gun uneasily. They wondered what he meant.
“You have breached the end of the world,” he said. “Your choices are to be shot after my friends hunt you down and bring you back or you can step inside the building and take your chances with what was inside.”
They looked at each other, tired and dirty. Maybe they could wash up in there. Maybe there was a friendly woman inside. They chose the building.
Stepping over the threshold, there was a sudden flash and bang and the girls were gone.
Agar, the village head, said, “They didn’t listen and wondered off. Why don’t they listen? Why must they all WICKEDLY MEANDER when warned?”
The booms continued as the girls moved from dimension to dimension. Gone forever.
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Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Tim Livingston with the blog, The ForesterArtist. Thank you Tim for our photo prompt this week!
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The boys were all avidly listening to the speaker. They were at a campout and it was time for ghost stories. Rudy volunteered to go first.
It was dark beyond the campfire. The boys were teasing Rudy for believing in ghosts.
“Shssh,” he said, “this is real.”
The boys all laughed, but finally settled down.
Rudy began speaking, “the Vegas family was known around the area as criminals. All of them. Most of the residents believed them, but one family, Mr. and Mrs. Stein scoffed at the stories. One day they disappeared in their old car. They were never found.”
The boys started laughing again and teasing Rudy. The leader was trying to settle them all down when right near them in the woods, lights turned on and a motor started to run.
The leader was laughing until the car started out of the woods and headed right towards him. He ran after the boys
Rudy’s older brother Randy roared with laughter, then abandoned the old rusty car.
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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
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
I have created a page on my other blog and put it at the top with my other pages. It is called “The Marine Corps Doesn’t Issue Wives – a Memoir” and I will post reminders to makes sure if you want to follow it on here you can. Below is the info and what I am dealing with right now.
The link to the page directly is: https://tessacandoit.com/the-marine-corps-doesnt-issue-wives-a-memoir/
The book has been updated through chapter one. Chapter one is the only chapter that has been vetted through my writing group which includes someone who has been published numerous times and offers her services. Since I am not going the whole real publishing route I figured this is good enough for me. Plus the I get the suggestions from the others in the group as well and so I can pick and choose as to what I agree with.
The group only meets once a month though and the woman I am most interested in doesn’t always come. Therefore her comments will not always be available, so I have to choose whether to go on and post my chapters as they come along (I am halfway done this first book with ideas for 2 more possible after it) and just edit it after I get my edits from them or slowly mete out the story one chapter every month or two, possibly longer if she doesn’t show up. I am just not sure. Plus I would always accept constructive criticism from those of you on here who read it. Most of you are writers as well and know what you are doing and have been published. I already know that commas and I don’t get along well together. When I get my work back from the group meetings there are commas everywhere. I also write long sentences at times and, then I have to break them down.
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
Needles clean and sharp
Pierce the skin swiftly, less pain
I hate insulin
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems
A bee buzzed a pretty flower.
I walked by and it did not cower.
Buzzing gently from flower to flower.
Pollinating many during the hour.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems
Photo by Yinglan.
Danny always warmed the bench. The coach didn’t think he was good enough to play with the others.
Danny cried every game that he sat out and wished with all his heart that he was better at sports. Danny’s father didn’t take the time to practice with him like the other kids and their dad’s.
Danny’s dad was a dead beat. His mom worked hard to support them and therefore couldn’t even see his games.
Today his mom had come. She got off work early. He prayed he could play just this once. He was surprised when the coach told him he was going in.
Happily he took his spot. The ball was in play and Danny ran and kicked the ball right into the goal. The goal of his team. His teammates booed and Danny cried. His mother hugged him and told him she was proud.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
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Take the two words and write a Tanka Poem.
Tanka consists of five units, usually with the following pattern of – 5-7-5-7-7 which is syllables.
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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
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
Slam that gavel hard!
We all jump at the banging.
Order in the court.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
The Cruise by Teresa Smeigh December 2015Peace settled slowly
Over the dark, war-torn lands.
Tears glistened in eyes.
Eight Legs
