Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will...
And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!
Plot out a short story.
Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem.
(you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).
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Sally was a most ordinary girl.
She strived for good grades in school.
She always did her chores.
She was nice to her siblings (and there were many).
She didn't talk back to her parents.
She was never late for appointments.
And so it was a great surprise when Sally just disappeared one day.
She missed work.
She didn't call her family.
She didn't pick up her mail.
She was gone...
Her missing person's case didn't go anywhere either.
Friends were baffled. This was "just not like her..." and everyone suspected foul play.
Little did they know....
that in a small caravan of wandering minstrels.... somewhere outside of Ottawa,
was the newly acquired tight-rope walker extraordinaire...
For "Sally," as she was no longer called, had been secretly taking lessons...
perfecting her craft, and practicing walking across small ropes hung from the tops of buildings.
She would no longer be "ordinary"... though, truth be told, she never really was.
Sally was a most ordinary girl.
She strived for good grades in school.
She always did her chores.
She was nice to her siblings (and there were many).
She didn't talk back to her parents.
She was never late for appointments.
And so it was a great surprise when Sally just disappeared one day.
She missed work.
She didn't call her family.
She didn't pick up her mail.
She was gone...
Her missing person's case didn't go anywhere either.
Friends were baffled. This was "just not like her..." and everyone suspected foul play.
Little did they know....
that in a small caravan of wandering minstrels.... somewhere outside of Ottawa,
was the newly acquired tight-rope walker extraordinaire...
For "Sally," as she was no longer called, had been secretly taking lessons...
perfecting her craft, and practicing walking across small ropes hung from the tops of buildings.
She would no longer be "ordinary"... though, truth be told, she never really was.