Tag Archives: pain

A lost love ~ A heart for Africa #writephoto

Posted on July 4, 2018 by Sue Vincent

She stood on the beach, watching the waves roll onto the sand, the spray of the water stung her pale cheeks. This was where they used to come–her young lover and she. It had been foolish getting involved with one … Continue reading →

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The Sands ~ Vivian Zems #writephoto

Posted on July 3, 2018 by Sue Vincent

How is it that sand between toes ….right here and in this moment… can be also running through an hour-glass marking the end of someone else’s time Continue reading at Smell the Coffee

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The turrets of home – Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on May 25, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been … Continue reading →

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#writephoto – Spur – The Bag Lady

Posted on October 25, 2017 by Sue Vincent

I guess it’s time to move. Time to think of other things, get out of the rut I’ve been in for a while, she thought. You have places to go, it answered. You have dreams, why not fulfill them? It’s … Continue reading →

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The tunnel – by Lady Lee #writephoto

Posted on June 24, 2017 by Sue Vincent

In the dead of the night One can see from its height Blackbird flaps its wings It’s been hurt among other things Its eyes flicker, free, as if to say When it was hurt, it was an easy prey Moment … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Poetry | Tagged hope, hurt, pain, poem | 8 Comments

The Empty by Ellen Best #writephoto

Posted on March 29, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Remnants of yesterdays bonfire smolder on the bank, barbed wire posts too damp to burn are propped at angles like skeletons legs. The wind whips my hair across pinkend cheeks, wipes drops from moist eyes as I trudge aimlessly across … Continue reading →

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Vale of tears

Posted on March 20, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Shards of naivety strew the path Calloused feet, weary and wary, Sliced by broken dreams And shattered rainbows Trudge onward, Leaving bloody traces In the innocence Of a martyred dream. Those who cross the vale of tears Come not again … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged dreams, innocence, loss, pain, renewal | 6 Comments

#writephoto – Woman at the water’s edge by Michael

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Sue Vincent

It’s a place to go where magic happens. When asked where it is I always say: Far from anywhere. Across the sandhills and down through the runoff I wander focused always on the distance surf, relentlessly pounding the rocks, forever … Continue reading →

Posted in Grief, photo prompt, Photography | Tagged companionship, flash fiction, loneliness, pain, story | 1 Comment

The Porch by Sarah Brentyn #WritePhoto

Posted on February 21, 2017 by Sue Vincent

She was about five when she stopped crying. But she still crawled into bed with me. Me. The broken one, the brave one, the older one. My identity was older sister. I’d been alive three years longer than she. That’s … Continue reading →

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Man and machine

Posted on December 4, 2016 by Sue Vincent

“What’s the first letter of the alphabet?” “A…” “Okay… then turn it to A.” “Okaaay…” “Now twiddle the little whirly thing all the way…” This conversation came to you courtesy of mother and son. No, not a toddler and young … Continue reading →