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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.
Thank you for bearing with the altered timings while I was away…we should be back to normal now 🙂
Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 26th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.
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If you know where the prompt photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the prompt has closed so that imaginations can play without preconceptions 🙂
All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday, June 27th at 10am GMT, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in.
You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which, as a final disruption to normal service, will be published later today.
Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.
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Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows an old, long-closed gate in an ornate but crumbling wall, overgrown with wildflowers.
The Gate
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
The old gate was an anomaly. The villagers swore that they heard sounds of village life behind the ancient gate, but no one had been able to open it for centuries. It was set in a wall of wildflowers, and behind it, trees could be seen standing tall and proud. The entrance seemed to be blocked by something, and the villagers were up in arms about it. They wanted to access it. Perhaps something great was back there, and since the gate was in their village, they felt they should be able to enter. Who was the owner of this land? No one could find any claim to it in the village records.
Some tried to climb the wall, but something would force them to stop, and they had to drop back to the ground. Was it magical? They could only wonder. The wildflowers grew plentiful and thick all around the walled in area and on the gate itself. The trees were always green no matter what season it was. The sounds of a village could always be heard by anyone walking by.
The heads of the village tried to bring the witches in and see if their magic could break through the wall or the gate. It didn’t matter where they tried to break through. They were stopped by some unseen force. There was no one alive who could remember ever being in that area. Stories talked of black magic and wizards. No one knew if this was true. They could simply be rumors as rumors abounded in this area.
They put guards on the wall, and someone was always there 24 hours a day. However, the area was covering a vast amount of land, and guarding every inch was not possible. They didn’t have enough villagers to perform this duty.
One day, what appeared to be a tiny child, approached the door and looked around. Not seeing the usual guards the child mumbled something, and the gate creaked open, and she quickly ran in, and the gate closed behind her.
The guard who witnessed most of this quickly ran to the gate and tried to pull on it. It did not give. Who had just entered? A child or maybe a fairy.
Finally, the villagers gave up and decided to find a new way to get past the area so they wouldn’t be tempted to try and open it up as whatever was in charge didn’t want them in there it had become apparent. They looked for other interests and life went on. The gate was eventually forgotten.
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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
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