a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label Mag 110. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mag 110. Show all posts

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Mag 110

I'm not sure why I delight in these writing challenges, the reason doesn't matter, the fun is in the doing.  Maybe it's the guidelines, maybe it's the challenge but I can't resist them.  The Mag is a picture prompt for words and I'm compelled to create words to match the picture.  Magpie Tales still uses word verification but it's worth the trouble.  Now if I can get Mr Linky and my fingers to cooperate, I shall create.  Be sure and visit the other people who rose to meet this challenge.
The voices had always been with her.  She tried to tell there was more to her than met the eye but no one believed her. Oh, people responded in all the right places and assured her all was fine but she knew she was not alone. She was labeled odd, but no one offered to help free her from the voices.

The wrinkled lady at the open air flea market assured her the mirror was magic.  Even if it wasn't, she knew the perfect spot in her home for this intriguing antique mirror.

Gently she unwrapped the mirror near the chosen spot in her room.

One glance into the mirror confirmed she was not crazy, the voices were real and now she had the proof.
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