Temujin – What Pegman Saw

Good Sunday night, my peeps.  Between cleaning house, attending 50th birthday parties, opening my house to potential buyers, I have started and re-started this Pegman Post.  I’d leave a few lines, come back…  Nope, have no idea where I was going with this.  Start over, leave again…  This is what you get.  A quickie history lesson!  Thanks, always, to Karen and Josh for hosting this lovely prompt!

This week Pegman goes to the Great Wall of China. Feel free to choose from photospheres you find anywhere along it’s length. This link will get you started, or you can venture off on your own. No need to stay with your tour group on Pegman tours 😉

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by your tour of the location. You’re welcome to write fiction, essay, poetry, or anything you choose. Once your 150 words is polished, you can share it with other Pegman contributors at the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun!

Temujin

Born to poverty, Temujin survived kidnappings, abandonment by his tribe, murder. and yet became the fiercest of warriors and a natural-born leader.

He put strong allies in positions of power instead of family, ignoring tradition. He granted religious freedom, abolished torture, encouraged trade, created an international postal system, abolished inherited aristocratic titles, forbade the selling and kidnapping of women yet caused terror wherever he went.

Temujin grew his army – up to one million soldiers – by killing the leaders of the enemy tribes and incorporating the remaining members. He used those not expert enough with horse and bow as human shields. The Mongolian empire expanded to over 11 million square miles, including parts of China, breaching the Great Wall as none other had ever succeeded in doing, not once but many times.

And yet, Genghis Khan, proclaimed Universal Leader, was no Superman. Thrown from his horse, he died of internal injuries.

 

 

Serenity – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning or afternoon or evening or … well, you get my drift!  All depends on where on the globe you find yourself, right?  Rochelle has stopped by my mailbox once again with our weekly challenge of writing a 100-word story based on an image.  This week’s supplied by her lovely hubs, Jan, from their very recent trip out west.  I cannot lie.  I stared at this picture for some time.  Marc came to my rescue once again.  Thanks, B!

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Serenity

Hot and sweaty from the climb, she plopped down on a rock, stripped and let the mountain air cool her body.   Sipping from her canteen, she looked out at the beautiful vista in front of her.  It felt exquisite to be alone and quiet.  Dealing with these love-sick suitors had frazzled her to no end.  They put Pepe Le Pew to shame!  Spring had to be in the air.

Body dry and breath calmed, she took out her wing-suit, slipped it on, walked to the edge and jumped.

Arms and legs spread wide, soaring with the wind, she found serenity.

Return to Botswana – What Pegman Saw

I was totally unsatisfied with my story so did a little re-write – For those of you who did not read it before, the comments may make less sense!

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I was going to say, Good Monday Evening… but it’s already past midnight so, officially Tuesday here in my neck of the woods.  I’ve been trying to write this little story since Saturday morning but kept changing it and then life got in the way.   So, I hope you don’t mind my very late entry (again) this week!

This week Pegman takes us deep in the heart of Southern Africa, to Botswana. You’ll find both streetview and photospheres within its borders. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to write a 150-word story, poem, essay, article, screenplay, song, or limerick. Bonus points if you can write a 150-word haiku.

Feel free to wander within the borders of Botswana and chose your own slice of inspiration. Or, you can use the photo provided with the prompt.

NOTE: In putting together this post, I wound up browsing the photospheres in the safari country in Northern Botswana. I saw amazing things I’ve never seen anywhere else. So what I’m trying to tell you is the intrepid searcher will be rewarded by poking around up here. It’s a treasure chest of inspiration.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun.

All are welcome! Please consider joining this international group of globe-trotting writers.

Return to Botswana

“We’re moving back to Botswana,” Munira told me.

“Why?  We were just starting to get to know each other.  What about the kids?”

“They are staying behind.  They are all in college or university.  They don’t want to be uprooted and neither do I.”

After twenty-five years of living in Canada, her husband felt he needed to return to his home, to his family.  Munira didn’t want to go and leaving her kids behind was pure torture but as a good wife…

“Don’t worry, my friend.  We are here if they need us.  For anything.  Put your worries aside.”

“I know.  It’s one of the only reasons I can allow myself to be dragged away.”

“It’s probably best if you do leave.  I think I may have ended up being a bad influence on you,” I said with a wink.

“Shoot!  That’s an extra reason to not want to leave…”

 

Some Enchanted Evening – Friday Fictioneers

‘Tis Wednesday-Friday already!  You got it, it’s Friday Fictioneers time.  Despite the fact that our fearless leader Rochelle is out and about, gallivanting around the Western States on a road trip, still she makes sure we have our prompt.   This week, the photo she chose is one from Douglas M. MacIlroy  – thanks for letting us use your photo, Doug!

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Some Enchanted Evening

It was going to be a beautiful evening, though mostly starless, thanks to the clouds.  Still, it was nice and warm and they would be able to sit by the fire for that extra cozy feel.

“Don’t forget to bring the Tiki torch, Babe.  It’ll keep the skeeters away.”

“Great idea.  How ’bout some wine, too?”

“Yeah.  And I think there’s still some cheese left from last night.  Might as well bring that too.”

While he retrieved the items, she positioned the chairs and table round the fire.

“So, where do you think we stand as a couple?” she asked.

A Break From It All – What Pegman Saw

Wasn’t sure I was going to make it.  Got snookered into another challenge prompt and then was otherwise occupied yesterday.  But today – why not today?  It’s freezing rain out there, the schools are closed and I don’t even want to think of going out if I don’t have to.  I’m sure something can be scrounged together to make a meal for tonight.  So as an alternative to getting numb bum syndrome on the sofa, watching 5 episodes of The Walking Dead (one down, four to go), I have taken a break to visit The Pegman!  Thanks always to Karen and Josh for hosting and accepting my late entry 😉

This week Pegman takes us to the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, to the ancient city of Mdina. You’ll find both streetview and photospheres to choose from you. Wander around and find your own photo, or you can use the one supplied in the prompt.

Your mission is simple: write a 150-word poem, story, or essay inspired by the location. Once your piece is polished, share it with others at the Linkup below.

Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun!

 

A Break From It All

What she wouldn’t give to find herself far, far away.  Away from the demands.  Away from the responsibilities.  Away from the house and kids and pets and anyone else pulling at her.

She didn’t want solitude; she liked having people around her.  Some folks dreamed of pulling a “Thoreau” and breaking from society completely.  Alone with their thoughts.  It was her thoughts that were driving her nuts in the first place!  She sure as shit did not want to be alone with them!

Yes, a place full of a different culture, good food, good wine, friendly strangers.   Being close to the sea would be nice, too.  Why not?  It was her dream.

She wasn’t fooling herself into believing that running away would solve all her woes or ease all her stresses but it sure would be nice to take a break from it all.  Just for a month or six.

Birthday Dinner

I swear, those two! Karen and Marc have done it again. This time they’ve dragged Frank in as well. Will be interesting if he plays with us this time. You see, Karen read an article, shared it with Marc, they extracted 11 words then emailed me, sending me a copy of the text that inspired this craziness (no, you cannot read it). Karen’s story is here. Marc’s is coming tomorrow, he said. Mine follows. And yes. It is my birthday today so, I went with that 😉

Birthday Dinner

She was invited to join her friends at the Clubhouse Bistro Bar to celebrate her birthday but declined, choosing to stay quietly at home, in her new comfy chair, with a TCM movie, a glass of wine and a burger picked up from the drive-thru. No cooking today. However, on her way out, she ran into that busybody Ethel with her passion for Jesus. What she would give to dunk that self-righteous Dinosaur‘s head in a bowl of Holy Water! Desperate to get away from Ethel, she quickly retraced her steps.

Sans burger, it looked like the Twinkies, sent by her friend, Marc, who was trying to bring her to the dark side after all their joking around about the merits of the “cake”, would be her meal. She couldn’t be cross with him now could she? She even gave him absolution now that she had nothing else to eat.

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Now, I know this was shortlived, however, it did traumatize certain, peeps…

Gimme Another Quarter, Please? – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday-Friday morning, my Peeps!  Yessiree, it is indeed Wednesday which means we writers of Friday Fictioneers got our gift in our inbox from our fairy blogmother, Rochelle, even though she’s out and about gallivanting across the U.S. of A., enjoying the warmer climes than can be found in her hometown.  This week, she chose YarnSpinnerr’s interesting photo.

I figured it was time to send it to Frank over at A Frank Angle for his take on the pic.  While it was a good one, I just felt it might end up being done – which it was by a quick glimpse at some other stories.  I showed it to Marc at Sorryless who gave me the idea I did choose.  So, terribly sorry, Frank.  Next week!!  And thank you, B, loved your idea!

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Gimme Another Quarter, Please?

Tongue hanging to the side in concentration, Tommy moved the lever, bringing the claw down towards the super hero toy he so wanted.  Pressing the special button, the claw opened up, he slowly moved the lever right over the toy, pressed another button and the claw closed over it.

“Yes!  Success!!” he shouted as he slowly pulled the toy up into the distributor box.

Nooooooo!  The toy slipped out of the claw and fell back into the pile.  The machine automatically turned off.

Disappointed, Tommy’s shoulders drooped.

Sure his mom would say ‘no’, still he tried: “Gimme another quarter, please?”