Oct 27 2008
Word Shot – 27 October, 2008
I don’t know if you’ve had a chance to read the entries for last week’s Word Shot, but they are worth reading. Thank you all for participating, and I hope you take another crack at today’s Word Shot. (Those of you who didn’t participate, come on! Let’s get writing.)
Here’s the new Word Shot photo for this week….
This is a fairly gritty photo that can take you any number of directions. Look at it. Think about it. Which direction will you go with it? Remember, you can submit a phrase, a paragraph, an entire story or just a word. It’s up to you.
When you’re ready to participate in this Word Shot, simply submit your commentary on the photo in the comment area below the post (go to “Leave a Reply” below). And don’t forget to check out others’ submissions for this Word Shot in the coming week. Please remember, this exercise is for all of us, and the purpose is to help up hone our writing skills.
Also, remember that if you participate in 10 Word Shots, I’ll e-mail you all three of my e-manuals. Once you’ve submitted comments for 10, just let me know via e-mail.
Good luck and have fun!
In this world of spurious relations,
Where the relations are as fragile as
The character of a prostitute.
Don’t expect:
Someone would spoil tears for you!
Who the bloody hell cares for someone here?
But if you are enough lucky
To be witness of such
sentimental moments in real,
Or even in a family album;
Don’t click the cam,
Or throw your reaction like:
‘The son hugs and dad sobs in return.’
Don’t do that please!
Just feel such rare moments!
Enjoy the bliss!
Stay for a while;
And slip away silently.
-Or turn the page!
I am home again. Away from the sweat and the heat. Away from the pain and the violence. I made it.
Dad grabs me in a hug, happy to see his boy returned from war. Tears start to fall from my face. I didn’t realize how much I missed this place, and soon my knees buckle. We both fall to the floor.
My head against his chest, holding onto his shirt sleeve. It was like this when I was young. No matter the problem he would whisper to me that everything would be okay.
The words ring in my ears now. “Everything will be okay, Dad. I’m home now. I’m home now,” I say into his shirt. I never want to leave again.
“Cut!” The director called out, then turned to his assistant and lamented the fact that this off-broadway version of Lord of the Rings, starring Anthony Quinn as Samwise and Justin Timberlake as Frodo, just didn’t seem to be working out.
My son! My son!Do you not know i love you?
It does not matter whether you are gay.It does not make you less my son.You are in my heart,always….
I’m sorry. I never meant to hit you. I lost my job today and I am so afraid of the future. When you said I was past it and should not bother seeking work because no one would look at me, my whole world shattered. I could only see that uncaring bastard that told me not to come back to work tomorrow. The punch snaked out before I could stop it. Please tell me you forgive me. I will never be able to forgive myself.
“Why son?! Why is my hand so ugly!?!” the father yelled holding his son to his chest.
“I don’t know, dad. I don’t know,” the son said. He began to sob. The sadness overtook him and tears ran down his eyes. “Can’t we get your hand plastic surgery or soemthing, dad? Can’t we?” the son asked looking up into his dad’s eyes.
“No, son! There is no plastic surgery for hands! I’m stuck with this ugly hand for the rest of my life! This eye-gouginly ugly hand!!!” the father yelled.
The Branson family had a lot of weird problems.
Eric had nothing more left to say. His father was filled with Remorse and, although they were both compassionate people, neither could forgive the father, for the sins of the father. Eric had the father all of his friends had taken too. When they were adolescents, he was the father who waxed their skis and shot hoops with them in the driveway. His was the father who’d taken them camping with the boy scouts. But now, He was the father who’d gambled away his College Education. And not only that, he had taken student loans out in Eric’s name. Loans that Eric was now in default for. Loans Eric didn’t know existed.
And Now, now, in the third year of Eric’s College career, the year he had gotten his act together, and managed his time–the year he had forgone thirsty thursday, the year He had gotten a 3.7 grade average–This was the year his College Career ended. And the year his parents divorced. And the year Eric, an only Child, Embraced his father, and forgave him, for her knew countless others who had squandered their parents savings to party their independence away, until they were asked to leave the university. This was also the year that Eric would apply for Scholarships. As a Child of Affluent parents, he had sailed through the college application, and deposit process without a care for how they’d pay. But Now, Eric would begin his real education. The education that would teach him, the value of work, the value of effort, the value of forgiveness, and the value of an Education.