Daily Prompt/ One Word Prompt


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The word for today; Conjoure

con·jure
verb
  1. 1.
    call upon (a spirit or ghost) to appear, by means of a magic ritual.
    “they hoped to conjure up the spirit of their dead friend”

 

Every day as I drove to work; my eyes gazed the old, white building.  Repeating thoughts arose. Who lived there? Why is it still abandoned? Doesn’t someone care?

The thoughts continually went back to my childhood where I wondered the same things about myself. Why did I live there? Why did they make me feel abandoned? Why didn’t they care?

I knew something was different by the age of three. When I tried expressing myself at that age, I was told to shut up. If I cried, they put me to bed. If they went out, I had a babysitter.

As I grew a little older, I learned to have imaginary friends with me at all times. There was Betsy. She was my favorite. She always greeted me with a big smile. She enjoyed my company and we played lots of games.betsy 2

Then there was Betty Sue. She let me lay my head in her lap when I was tired or sad. She would run her fingers through my blonde, curly hair until I fell asleep or felt better.betsy 3

Then there was Bobby. Sometimes Bobby scared me. I asked him different times to leave me alone; but he wouldn’t. He seemed to always show up when I was sitting around just thinking. It was like he could read my mind.betsy 4

He would come into my room on a weird kind of looking sled. He would spin upside down and do tricks I could never do. He would show me visions of mazes and tell me about this old, white house that set right in the middle of the screen. I never recognized the house; but the paths of the maze felt familiar but confusing.

It was a Fall, crisp day. I had worked too many hours so was told to go home early and return on Monday. I was driving and saw the familiar site. I glanced at my watch. Yes, I have time. I am going to get this settled. I am going to find out the story within the walls.

I pulled up the dirt, curvy driveway. I turned off my engine and sat there looking dead on the white house. Quiet, quiet screamed all around me and yet there were these invisible fingers prodding at me saying, Come on little one. Step onto the porch steps. Learn the truth.

I took my keys out of the ignition.  I locked my purse inside the car. With keys in hand, I pulled my sweater a little closer to me. I walked slowly, one foot in front of the other, until I reached the first  porch step.

I turned back as if afraid of what I couldn’t see, but once again, those fingers prodding at my soul. I stepped onto that first step, then another and stepped onto the porch landing. The door slowly and creakily opened.

I could see a golden ray of light and without hesitation; I followed it. Once inside, my fears left. The prodding fingers disappeared. My soul felt lightened. There on the walls of this abandoned house were the answers to all of my questions.

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Angels


I am a short-story writer and a poet. If you would have an interest that you would like me to write about, please let me know.
I am now going to write about a topic on “Angels”. This idea comes from
Maria.

For months, Sherry was prayed for. She came down with an illness that not many doctors knew about. Sherry fought the diagnosis and continued to live her life on the wild side.

She drank and did drugs. She stayed out late at nights and often brought home strangers to keep her company during the nights.

Time flew by and so did the symptoms of her diagnosis. It got harder for Sherry to live the way she chose; but she continued the best she could.

There came a night when she left her familiar bar. It was late and had been raining for some time. When Sherry reached the wet pavement of the parking lot, her vision went blurry and she fell. She cracked her head hard.

While she lay there, three men came up and roughed her up and stole her purse and belongings. She couldn’t fight. Her mind was groggy. Her head was bleeding. She slipped in and out of alertness.

She sometimes thought she saw angels flying around her head. They were so beautiful, she thought. Light as air, huge, white, delicate wings. Then she would become alert and feel her pain.

What seemed hours, but less than a half-an-hour, the sirens were heard and soon she was lifted into the EMS. The ride was quick. The attendants were giving her oxygen, and had poked her arm with a needle. They were talking among each other and into speakers of some kind.

She was taken into the ER and placed on a clean, white table. She heard the men talking. “I don’t think she will make it, but let’s start a line on her. Check that blood pressure. How’s it doing?”

She closed her eyes and saw the most beautiful light. There were those angels again. She smiled to herself, as the angels swooped down and carried her home.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd

 

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The Very Special Gifts for my Birthday


This past Friday was my birthday. I won’t admit to my age because my mind isn’t in alignment with the numbers yet. My daughter-in-law took me to  lunch. We went to Pizza Hut. I always have the buffet and try to only have one slice of pizza along with my heaping salad. My daughter came from out of state for my birthday, and my other son had a cook-out and bonfire planned for me.

Going back in time, three years in fact, my brother had a beautiful Peace Lily delivered to his funeral. I have nurtured it for these three years and enjoyed its company too. Where I lived the past year, was a strain on this special plant. The water and lack of natural light took their toll and at the end of the lease; I had to say goodbye to the plant with a couple of falling tears.

I prayed about this. I know, it sounds silly to pray about a plant; but this plant was a surreal connection to my brother. I could see it, not just vision it. I ask God to please replace the plant and I would dedicate it silently to my brother.

For my birthday, only a month after I had to dissolve Al’s plant, I received the same type of plant from my one son and family. It is beautiful and much, much bigger. It came with one big, white lily opened.

Also on my birthday, along with the many well-wishes on Facebook and from my children, I was leaving my door to go to the elevator, and there in the dead center of the long hallway was something that I knew without a doubt, was a birthday wish from my brother. It was three, heads-up, pennies. You know how I know it was from him? Because each penny was aligned perfect in length and width. It was exactly how he lined up his Hot Wheel cars when he was a child. There was no way, I could miss that as I walked. I picked them up and placed them in a special drawer.

This year, I had an extra special blessing and I thank my children and God for my gifts.

 

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Save A Place For Me


We were close

As children go

I don’t know what happened

We never let it show.

 

Time flew by

I grew up

We drifted apart

Sipped from different cups.

 

You got sick

I tried all I could

Wanted to save you

I sweared I could.

 

You went to heaven

I couldn’t stop you

I fell on my knees

It was all I could do.

 

I have regrets

Should have spoken

Told you how I felt

Now time is broken.

 

Time is ticking by

Quiet as all can be

Promise me this one thing

Save a place for me.

 

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

 

Dedicated to; D.S.

In honor of; T.D.S.

 

My Brother’s Flower


My brother has been gone for over two years. In fact, it will be three years next March. Still seems like yesterday, at times. I have shared plants and flowers that were at his funeral. I now have one.

This Lily has really fought hard to die this entire year. After giving it a new place to sit and the perfect soil conditions, I sometimes think it is trying to tell me, I am tired, I want to die. Just remember what joy I have given you thus far.

Well it is for that reason alone, I fight back. Once again, I will win, even if for a short season. You see, I am like so many others who have lost loved ones. Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming and the dreadful thoughts of my brother not being here weigh heavy on my heart.

So I believe with all my heart, Alvin lets me know he is happy and thinking about me too. I receive his gift of one bloom on his plant. It is the same time each year. Thank-you brother. I love you too.

 

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Cally


Tonight I picked out a simple made-up word and found a few definitions for it. I chose the one I liked best. Cally means in the Urban dictionary; A beautiful angel who enjoys pleasing other people but who makes their beloved truly happy. One to treasure for life, never let your Cally go.

Have you ever seen angels? I mean real angels? I have not, I have to admit; but I have seen angels in disguise. I don’t know if this was an angel disguised as my brother, or I woke up while in the midst of a dream, but this is what I saw about three weeks after my brother, Al, passed away from MSA.

I should say first off;  when I was awake, I argued with myself constantly about the pros and cons of giving up our home and moving down south with my daughter. There was a part of me that felt, I know this is weird, but I felt as if I was leaving Al and all of my memories of our living in this home behind; if I moved away. It haunted me day after day.

Although Al was gone and in heaven, I woke up from sleeping this particular night and standing right there at the foot of my bed, he stood. He wasn’t sick anymore. He looked like he did when he was in his early twenties. Tall, slender, and a big smile on his face. I remember sitting up and just staring at him. He didn’t speak and neither did I.

There was no bright lights, or heavenly glow. I turned my nightstand light on and I could still see him. I guess this is why I think and believe it was really him. I had been packing for a few days and I had boxes sitting in each room, including my bedroom.

Al kept smiling as he lifted a blanket and placed it in the box. After he did that, he smiled real big then  he disappeared. I knew without any spoken words, that Al was saying it was alright for me to go.

It will be two years since my brother passed away this coming March and I will never forget that night.

What about you? Do you have a story to share with me?

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