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
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
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #109-Hope&Up
Glance up to heaven.
Always hoping for the best.
The Lord is with us.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #74 Cake&Wolf
Ignore the candles, they weren’t lit.
The cake on counter
Thought it safe from dog while gone.
He wolfed it down quickly.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
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
Spurned Jesus’ Love
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna
Susie looked at her poor toys. The three of them the firemen saved and threw outside. They were soaking wet from the firemen putting out the fire in her house and they hadn’t had time to dry yet.
As Susie gently dried her toys as best she could. Drops started and then there was a downpour soaking them again.
Susie said, “God is crying over our loss!”
A fireman said, “And he is helping us put out the rest of the fire. You’re blessed today, young lady.”
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems
The sky was darkening quickly. Annie scrambled to gather her things and get inside before the storm started.
As she leaned against a tree, a knife slashed into the tree, by her head. She started to run and headed towards the trees hoping to lose whoever he or she was.
As she stopped to rest another knife landed in the tree next to her. They were still there.
She headed back to the house and wished she had her cellphone on her.
She was grabbed by the ponytail and a knife was brought to her neck. Then all went black…
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate for Mental and Invisible Illnesses
-Author of Articles, Stories and Poems
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
Flying High and ProudThe flag is displayed
In honor of our fallen.
Proudly we fly it!
Image from WikiCommons, taken by Andrea Pavenello and used under the Creative Commons Agreement
The kitchen smelled odd and the guests were starting to fidget. They admired the lovely table setting in the dining room. It was laid out with beautiful china and a lovely bowl of salad for the first course.
Rhonda was still preparing the rest of the meal in the kitchen and didn’t have time to mingle. People wondered where Ken, her husband, was. Surely, he was attending.
In the meantime, the smell was growing fouler and people were moving further away from the kitchen. Finally, Rhonda called them all to dinner. The guests moved slowly to the table and took their assigned seats.
Rhonda said grace, but no mention of Ken. Finally, one of the guests couldn’t stand it and asked where Ken was as there was no place setting for him and then what was that smell. They all started talking at once. Rhonda yelled for quiet.
Since no one was eating, Rhonda said she would bring out the main course. Everyone was quiet and wondering what Rhonda had cooked up for them. Finally, they were all sitting with their hands clasped in front of them and looking expectantly at Rhonda.
She got up and went into the kitchen, she told those that offered their help that she didn’t need it.
There were a few bangs along the way and then they heard Rhonda coming back to the dining room.
There were screams and some of the ladies fainted. Finally, everyone just looked in horror. The platter held the cooked head of Ken, her husband.
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 Etol Bagam. Thank you Etol for the beautiful prompt_________________________
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
“Suzy and Sharon get out of the street and quit fighting. There are cars coming,” Laurel told her two daughters. “For the last time get over here!”
The girls moved and Laurel went back to help her husband, John, get the canoe lifted over the metal fence covering the opening to the stream they were going to investigate. This was the first trip with the girls ages 7 & 8. There were with several other couples as they didn’t explore unknown creeks or streams without having someone else with them.
Finally all the canoes were over the fence and sat on a small beach ready to be loaded. The girls were lifted off the side of the road and put on the beach as well.
Once everyone was loaded, they put the 2 girls in the middle of the canoe and Laurel waded out and climbed in the front. John pushed the canoe further out and climbed inside.
Each girl was wearing a life-jacket and had a bottle of soda to keep them from begging for a drink all the time. They finally settled down and John and Laurel started paddling.
As usual Laurel steered them into the sides of the stream and the sticker pushes, logs etc. John shouted,”Laurel haven’t you learned to paddle yet? This is ridiculous!”
Just as she turned around to yell back at him they headed right into the overhanging branches of a tree and they all leaned to one side and the canoe tipped over completely. Quickly John and Laurel looked for the girls and they were floating thanks to the life jackets.
They both started laughing as their daughter Sharon was holding tightly to her soda bottle and had it over head so it wouldn’t sink. They quickly flipped the canoe back over and put their stuff that was floating around back in. They tried to put the girls back in the canoe, but they both refused and started crying that they weren’t going back into the canoe with them. The harder they tried, the harder they cried.
Finally one of their friends offered to take them. They reluctantly agreed and were lifted into the other canoe. They started on their way again with John yelling at Laurel. Laurel always said they should have divorce courts at the end of the trip as most couples weren’t speaking by the time they got to the end hours later.
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
Newly Birthed by Teresa Smeigh January 2016Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems
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
