The Mag 190

My name keeps me locked
Behind an inescapable fence
Every one fears my breed
It doesn't make sense

I'm like every other dog
I act how I am trained
I sadly watch as people pass
I needn't be restrained

Look into my baby blues
I am a dog
Like any other
Just a different hue

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The Mag 165: The School Teacher

Instructions

1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the image to use for your post. 

2) Link back to Magpie Tales from your post.

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Monhegan's Schoolteacher, 2004 by Jamie Wyeth 

The School Teacher

I'm so pleased I did not have

A teacher such as she

With not a brain to cover up

When it's minus twelve degrees.

SC111-Has it really been a decade?

Time for Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus.The prompt this week is: 'Has it really been a decade?'

Number of words: 100 plus the 6 words of the prompt. 106 total.  Style of writing: Any  Pictures: Any you want to share.


“Has it really been a decade?” he asked while brushing and braiding my long hair. I wondered why. I was thirteen. I knew what a decade was.

I didn’t remember Mama but Paul talked a lot about her. He asked me to call him Paul since Daddy made him feel so old. He would always laugh when he said that.

We moved around a lot but that was okay. “It’s just you and me, kid," Paul always said.

Learning a new phrase that morning, Age Progression, I stared at myself on the milk carton.

Then Paul asked, “Kitten, are you ready to play our little game?”

Mag 116 Escape

 River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth

She had been carrying water from the river when the camp was attacked.  Hiding she knew there was nothing she could do to save her family.  It was over almost as soon as she heard the war cries.

With nothing but a bucket and the brown calico dress she wore, she quietly swiftly pushed the canoe into the water.  She lay hidden in the canoe as it floated down the river, her only escape. 

The trees and the sky were her view for miles as she silently cried for her lost family. 

Day turned to night and she viewed the stars, allowing the river to carry her where it would.

She heard children playing in the distance and hoped maybe she had reached a settlement.  The current moved toward the bank here.  Exhausted with no paddle she simply lay in the canoe.  Her fate was in the hands of the river.

Splashing, splashing, then hands on the canoe pulling her toward the shore.  Feeling the canoe dragging on solid ground she struggled to sit after so many hours of hiding curled in the bottom of the canoe.

Rising, there were tepees as far as the eye could see.  From a distance she heard the same war cry.  She answered it with her own screams.

Mag 113

Tess gives us a challenge.  I love them!  Each week we write using a picture she chooses as inspiration.
1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the photo to use for your post.
2) Link back to  Magpie Tales from your post.
3) Sign up in the Mr. Linky list, linking directly to your post, AFTER you've posted.

Sisters of the same blood

Show their different colors

One hides under the halo

Another drowns in self made turmoil

While the third watches divided

Wishing flowers could save them all. 

Jenny's Prompt

Ms Jenny at Saturday Centus offers us a writing prompt each week.  They are challenging.  Many weeks I have to dig deep.  This week was easy,  a hundred and five exactly.  I think I have mother issues.  Mother has been long gone but she is still with me, bless her heart.

The prompt this week is: "Why oh why oh why..."

Number of words: 100 PLUS the five words of the prompt for a maximum word count of 105
Style of writing: Query

I’ve never felt talented or special. There was always something wrong with everything I did. Didn’t you know how hard I tried? Did I ever come close to making you proud?

I suppose I should thank you for giving me this drive to always be better, ever striving to be the best at whatever I tried to do.

“No job is worth doing if you don’t do it right.” I’ve heard that a thousand times.

Now I am an obsessed adult still trying to please my mother. Mom, why oh why oh why could you never just once say, “Good job. I’m proud of you.”?

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.