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‘On the verge…of a fable’


Listen to the forgotten whisper…

of the warm blue sky,

Follow the sound of torn footsteps,

Through the history and time.

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…I am still very emotional about these pictures because they carry so many memories.

…and sometimes you don’t realise how many moments from your past you’ve actually forgotten until one day, when you open the door to a world you once knew!

For some these will be just concrete edges…dark grey and old…long forgotten walls swallowed by green grass:)

…and that is ok!

Every picture we take…each moment in our lives…it’s special only to us, because we carry within our heart the essence and the memory of what it was!


I will link my post to Photo Rehab – The Clinic…a beautiful place with beautiful people hosted by the lovely Lucile🙂 Take a peak at the other patients, click on Wrap Up…we all are very special:)


Today’s Photo 101 assignment was Edges & Alignment.

It took me down on memory lane and brought back some beautiful moments:)

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From the past,

Love,

Julia

xxx

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Writing 101 – Day Eighteen


Little bit of fiction…

“The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.”

Today’s assignment: ‘Hone Your Point of View’ – Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.

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” A memory of dad “

The air seemed fresher after the rain, the whole street was flooded, which happened every now and then after heavy storms. Henry stayed all day in the window, praying for the rain to stop…he was eager to see his friends and just enjoy the last week of his summer holiday.

Today he had his grandmother with him as both of his parents were away. They were away from home many times and Henry grew up mostly with his grandparents…there were times when he would question why they are always on the road, but his father had the same answer every time:

“It’s all for you Henry, so you can enjoy a better life when you grow up, so we can keep a roof over our heads and have nice things!”

“Nice things…”, he never understood that one. Surely what he had didn’t cost that much.

They lived across from Mrs. Pauley, who was a lovely old lady, famous in the neighbourhood for her cakes. She always seemed so happy, but since her husband passed away no one saw her smile or bake anymore… It was such a shame because Henry missed her triple chocolate cake terribly…cake, she made almost every Saturday for all the children living on Ivy Bridge Road.

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I never liked the rain, what is to like about it? I don’t understand mum, when she says that the sound of rain gives her peace…but what do I know?, thought Henry while drawing boats on the window with his finger.

The rain stopped and he felt so happy that he jumped of the window seal and stormed out the door onto the street. He looked left and right but didn’t see any of his friends anywhere…

”Maybe they didn’t see that the rain stopped”!

He decided to wait a little bit longer, he sat down on the concrete steps in front of the house and watched the people passing by still holding open umbrellas.

That’s strange, didn’t they see the rain stopped?, he thought. Hey, sir…the rain stopped, you don’t need your umbrella anymore!, he said smiling to the gentleman walking slowly by the front of the house.

He didn’t seem to hear Henry and just kept walking without acknowledging anyone on the street. Henry didn’t pay anymore attention to him and stood up to see if any of his friends came out yet, when he saw two police officers and another well dressed man walking towards Mrs. Pauley house.

He took a step back and suddenly a terrible thought crossed his mind.

Maybe something happened with Mrs. Pauley!  Last time I remember seeing police officers, something bad happened! I know because no one ever talked about it afterwords, mum just said that Mr. Whitehall was very sick and they had to take him to the hospital…and because he didn’t have anyone to take care of him, the police officer and an ambulance took him away. He never came back… I’ve asked father a couple of times, where Mr. Whitehall was now, but his answer wasn’t very clear, “he is in a better place”. I never understood that… I think he died and everyone was too sad to remember…

Mrs. Pauley came to the door, she looked frightened!

I am so happy she was all right , thought Henry, still not understanding what was happening. The man in a suit seemed familiar but Henry couldn’t see his face as he was with his back to him, talking quietly but slightly angry with Mrs.Pauley.

Mrs. Pauley started crying and Henry stood up and for a moment wanted to go across the street. He didn’t really know what would he do once he got there but he felt so sorry for her.

Mary, his grandmother noticed from the kitchen window what was happening outside…in a few seconds she was out on the stairs as well: “ Henry, please come in…the table is set, you must be hungry”, said Mary hoping she could avoid Henry witnessing a scene that might happen across the street.

Sadly the neighbourhood knew that Mrs. Pauley was in a financial difficulty since her husband died, but no one thought things would get to this stage.

I don’t want to come in, I am not hungry…. What is happening with Mrs. Pauley?, asks Henry with a scared voice.

“Nothing is happening dear, everything will be just fine”, said Mary, trying to reassure the boy and at the same time not really knowing how bad things could evolve from here. Henry went in eventually, but he couldn’t stop looking back…

I am not hungry, I am really not, he said trying to stay as close to the window as possible. Why no one wants to tell me what’s happening, I know about bad things, sad things…

Mary cooked her famous lasagna which made Henry really happy and for a second he turned away from the window and tried to eat … after a few minutes he looked outside but he couldn’t see anyone across the street.

Will Mrs.Pauley come back?, he asked Mary.

“ Don’t be silly, she didn’t go anywhere…look, she is at the window”, said Mary pointing towards Mrs.Pauley’s house.

I didn’t understand what happened and grandma didn’t want to talk about it…in a way I was just happy that she didn’t leave…I looked outside, smiled and waved at her, she waved back but she seemed sad. Later that evening when mum and dad came home, some of our other neighbours came over to our house, I wasn’t allowed to stay in the living room because it was a grown-ups thing,  they had to talk about… I know I shouldn’t have, but I hid under the stairs because I wanted to know why there are so many people in our house. I remember dad saying Mrs. Pauley was in trouble and as a community we had to help her in any way we can… I remember his words exactly because  for the first time I’ve realised, he liked Mrs.Pauley too even if he never said it. After that evening dad went over to Mrs.Pauley and I am not sure what happened but I saw her crying and hugging him outside her house…she didn’t seem that sad anymore, but she was still crying. I’ve asked dad if that man in a suit and the police officers will be back to upset Mrs. Pauley, he looked at me smiling: “Don’t you worry about that, no one will upset Mrs. Pauley”. I knew he was telling the truth, I don’t know why, I just believed him…

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Note from the author:

I’ve tried to tell the story from a memory point of view…with a bit a character building at the beginning!

I’ve enjoyed this assignment very much:)

The end made me realise that The story came out to be more a memory of a 12-year-old boy about his relationship with his father…which was a nice surprise for my writing style!

Writing 101 – Day Sixteen


Happy Amazing Monday:)

Today’s assignment: ‘Third Time’s the Charm’ – Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

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” Memory box “

It’s been hours since it started raining, the sky turned dark but every now and then a strong light followed by a loud strike crossed the horizon in a hurry.

She’s never been afraid of thunder but the noise of the heavy rain drops bashing the window from each side made her feel nervous.

There were tens of boxes around the room, some of them already sealed and some just half full…she felt like she was packing up her entire life, closing a chapter but excited of what was waiting for her on the other side of that red door she kept dreaming about for the past four nights.

…she wasn’t sad for leaving, after all this promotion was what she always wanted, the best opportunity to prove what she could achieve.

It would be the first time she would ever leave her hometown…the only place she’s ever known, the only place she called home and the only people she felt close to.

She turned the radio a little bit louder to cover the sound of the storm from outside and continued packing.

Without even realising she picked up a small red box, slightly heavy and wanted to pack it up with the rest of her book collection…when by mistake a small yellow note fell out of it.

She gave the box another look and memories came back flooding her heart with joy and pain…all at the same time.

…she picked up the note, “ Love you forever “, she smiled.

She couldn’t remember how old she was when she fell in love for the first time but she remembered every little detail about it…when she first saw him in the schoolyard with his friends, how she felt when he looked at her with his curious eyes, how she couldn’t stop her heart from following him…how sweet his first kiss was, the old tree on the hill where they’ve carved their eternal love and how broken she felt when it all ended.

‘All these emotions, from a single piece of paper’, she was surprised she still remembered so much and how a small piece of memory can bring to life feelings you thought you’ve lost a long time ago.

She opened the red box and in a second, she saw her past unveiling in front of her eyes…every object, letter, picture in that box told a story….parts of her life long forgotten or just buried deep somewhere because they’ve only brought tears.

Why was she keeping all these?

For a moment she couldn’t understand why people keep memories of their painful past…’we should all just keep what made us happy’, she thought.

She turned to the window and looked outside…the rain seemed to have stopped and the sun was trying desperately to break through the clouds and burst into a beautiful warm light.

She picked up the box once again…her past and her future, all in one small red box.

…between pictures and letters she found two very old cinema tickets…her eyes smiled and she felt joy and love overwhelming her completely.

Two cinema tickets…

The first ever movie they saw together… she remembered the cold air, the long walk holding hands…and an empty cinema with just the two of them watching a movie they will never forget.

She wondered if he would still remember that night…she would definitely ask him once he would get home!

She closed her eyes for a moment and she felt love…love for the first boy who ever kissed her…love for the one who stole her heart for the first time…love for the memories of the past…love for the tears she once lost…love for what she became… love for The One that finally found her…love for him, who was now her present and her future.

She felt lost and she was found…

…she realised now why she kept that box full of memories of joy and heartbreak…because what she once thought she’ve lost was never really hers…it was just a part of her journey…a path that brought her where she was today…happy and in love with the man who once held her hand in an empty cinema and didn’t let go since…

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Note from the author:

What we lost it never was truly ours…but if we lost it, maybe it was to learn how to appreciate better, next time.

Everything joins a circle, like a lost and found box…some things are meant to be lost so they can be found.

Just trust that the journey you’re following has a purpose…for you to find your own heaven!

Writing 101 – Day Eleven


…and here we go…a new start of the week…a new assignment:)

As usual, I had to add my own twist to it…make it my own:)))

So I’ve tried to describe as much as possible a memory…a moment in time …an image of childhood mornings!

Today’s prompt: ‘Size matters ( In Sentences )’, Where did you live when you were 12 years old? Which town, city, and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?

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‘A view to remember’

…every morning I would hear the wind playing between the trees…the cold waves embracing the short…

The sun never seemed to be warm enough but each day it brought life to everything…

…the first shine on my cheeks when I just wanted to keep on sleeping, the first light rushing through the corridor and splashing the entire living-room, the first sound of the birds waiting on the window seal…

I never needed anything besides the sunshine…and even today, that first ray of light brings life back running through my veins…it gives me the energy to live a beautiful day and make each and every moment unforgettable.

…unforgettable…

…those beautiful unforgettable mornings…

When you open your window because the light cannot stand to be out there anymore…

…it wants to come in and fill the house with life…

When even the leaves of your young lemon tree are yearning for the touch of brightness and when the sea is waving back at you with a slight smile.

That one moment when you open the door and you can feel a crisp touch of cold but as you step one forward the sunshine catches your skin and it feels like a sweet cuddle of a warm teddy bear…all you can think of is leaving your slippers on the porch and run-through the sand ’till someone yells: “Breakfast ready…”

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Picture, courtesy of The Daily Post, Writing 101

Note from the author:

Memories are what we see when we turn and look behind us…but at the same time they are the moments that define our present and sometimes our future! Where we lived or whom we met…those unforgettable seconds of a life that has so much meaning…the past…the present…and the future are all one and the same because we are the hand that controls it all.

So take a look back through time and appreciate everything you were because it made you what you are today!

‘The tree with a thousand stories’


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Story 3

A memory

“The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself”

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The sun wasn’t as warm as earlier…she could feel the wind playing through her hair as she was walking up the hill.

It’s been years since she was back and somehow this place looked the same, nothing seemed to change …everything was like a frozen motion picture.

She believed that time had stopped and no matter what she’s done while being away, it was completely insignificant.

She remembered all the reasons for leaving…she was curious, the world seemed to be too large and too exciting…she wanted more for herself…she wanted to discover what’s beyond that large field of yellow flowers, that always looked infinite…

So after many conversations with her parents she decided it was best for everyone if she would study abroad, maybe work a couple of years and just forget…

…yes, forget…

There’s only so many reasons one would suddenly decide that being far away from loved ones is the best choice…most of the times we are running from something much worse like guilt or pain…questions to which we do not have the answers…a broken heart that cannot truly heal in the presence of its sword.

Years went by and life has taken its course…she’s seen the world and it was beautiful, she’s graduated and she felt proud…happy, sometimes…but she stopped feeling, her heart never really healed as she’s imagined it would.

Life it’s not always how you plan it to be…the loss never seemed to leave her, the pain stayed somewhere in her soul and brought a darkness along, that she couldn’t chase away.

The painful reality was that when the love of her life died, she couldn’t be around anything that reminded her about him or them…the only way she knew how to stop the pain was running…running far away, where nothing and no one will ever seem familiar.

…without even realising, a part of her died as well that day…the part that lived and enjoyed the light, the part that allowed her to feel happiness and sadness.

She never felt lonely but she always chose to be alone…she never allowed anyone too close to see the darkness in her heart…to see that she was incapable of giving anything.

Today, she remembered that old tree on the hill she used to go to, whenever she felt the world was too much…when she just wanted a little bit of silence…when she wanted to be alone.

Even if nothing has changed in this town…she didn’t belong, it wasn’t hers anymore, but she still had that tree, that felt like home.

She managed to get to the top right about the time of sundown…the sky exploded in all the shades of red and orange and it looked like the earth is becoming one with the sky.

She set down and leaned against the tree…it was like a sweet touch of someone she once knew and for the very first time, she felt the most lonely person in the world.

…she was feeling lonely…

Her hands touched the trunk of the tree and between all the names carved into it, she found his…and everything she ever wanted to forget…everything she ever wanted to run from…they all came back to her.

…she cried and she cried like never before…

After so many years of hiding from the true experience of loss and loneliness, she felt flooded by all these emotions she couldn’t explain…

Her heart somehow felt whole again…she couldn’t take her hands of the carving because that would mean she is letting go of him…of them…of all the memories.

Even then, the feeling of loneliness didn’t disappear…as she felt closer to him, she felt more and more alone…because that was the harsh truth…she was alone, he would never come back to her…but the memories, the feelings she locked away for so long…would live on forever.

That meaningless carving in the trunk of an old tree it’s now a memory that she would always come back to, whenever she feels she’s drifting again towards darkness or just to remember him.

The writer:

“Sometimes loneliness it’s not such a bad thing….being alone can teach us how to feel again…and feeling anything is the first step we take back to the world…back to our destiny”