The Watchmen – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to San Ignacio de Velasco, Bolivia.  Karen chose a great photo but I went snooping and chose this one.  As a result, the text that introduces this week’s Pegman makes no sense so I’m not sharing it here!

I’m having trouble with my inLinkz account so, please click on Pegman above to have access to the blue frog and to add your story or read other wonderful takes on this week’s prompt.

Thank you to Karen and Josh for hosting this fun weekly prompt.

The Watchmen

They stood there, tall, stoic, unmoving, watching.  Most simply drove by, unimpressed, ignoring and dismissing them as nothing.  The curiosity of some encouraged them to slow down in wonder, questioning their existence but not enough to stop so they shrugged and drove off.  A few actually parked their cars and walked right up to them, trying to determine their use or purpose.  Taking pictures for their scrapbooks they promised themselves they would Google what they were so they could share with their friends and families.

The locals.  They knew.  They understood.  They placed their offerings in cages so that the Watchmen would continue to protect them from all those passersby.  From the truly curious who would never be able to find the answers to their questions as well as those who didn’t bother stopping.  For this they were grateful.  They could continue living as they were meant to, without fear.

 

What’s In a Name? – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Gwynedd, Wales. This week’s location was suggested by regular Pegman storyteller Alicia Jamtaas. Be sure to visit her site and enjoy her flash fiction and poetry over at https://lishwriter.wordpress.com/   Thanks for the great suggestion, Lish!

Your mission is to visit the region via Google Maps, and write (up to) 150 words inspired by the prompt. You can use the photo above, or browse around for your own view anywhere in Gwynedd. There are plenty of photo spheres around Caernarfon Castle, and both street view and photo spheres all over Gwynedd.

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

I, on the other hand, totally did NOT go to Gwynedd… Because Karen and Josh are not mean and allow us to stray… And because once an idea planted… I could not unplant it.  I am submitting this quickly before work so will be reading the other participants’ versions later this evening.  Hope you enjoy my silly attempt!

What’s in a Name?

Honestly, I know nothing about Wales.  Well, wait a minute, I do know Richard Burton, Tom Jones and Catherine Zeta-Jones come from there.

You DO know that it is part of the United Kingdom, right?

WEll duh!  I know that much.  That, and they have that ridiculously long town name.  What up with that?

You mean:  Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (llan-vire-pooll-guin-gill-go-ger-u-queern-drob-ooll-llandus-ilio-gogo-goch)?

Are you kidding me?  You can actually pronouce it?  Why, oh why would they do such a thing? And what the hell does it mean?

It roughly translates to:  “St Mary’s Church in the Hollow of the White Hazel near a Rapid Whirlpool and the Church of St. Tysilio near the Red Cave”.  And it was a publicity stunt in the 1860’s

Kinda silly if you ask me.

Don’t worry, though, it goes by the name Llanfairpwllgwyngyll.

Like that’s any easier to pronounce.  You know this, how?

I Saw it on PBS!

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.

 

 

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…”

 

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.

Mistaken Identity – What Pegman Saw

Good Saturday, my Peeps! What does Saturday mean? Well, if I’m inspired – and I try to be – it’s What Pegman Saw time! Thank you always to Karen and Josh for hosting this. It’s fun to have an extra 50 words for a prompt – and to be able to choose our picture!

This week Pegman is in Billinudgel, New South Wales, Australia. Here you’ll find streetview, or a whole deck of 360 photospheres to chose from. So, take a look around. Maybe you want to enjoy some fresh oysters and kick back with a pint while you’re here.

The Pegman challenge is to write 150 words inspired by the location. Once you’ve created your story/poem/essay, share it with others at the linkup below.

Mistaken Identity

He looked around The Shed with satisfaction. He was quite pleased with all he had accomplished in such a short time. New country, new business, new identity. Life was grand indeed.

“Excuse me, Sir, you the owner?”

“Sure am. What can I do you for?”

“I’m Detective McGraw, from.Canada. Looking for a guy who goes named Stan Simpson.”

“Really? Weird. Never been there. Too bloody cold. My name is Fred Frampton.”

“You sure? You’re a dead ringer!”

“They say we each have our doppelgänger out there. Guess you met mine. Now, would you like to see the menu?”

“Nope… I’d like to see your I.D. I’m not convinced you’re not the guy I’ve been searching the globe for.”

Reaching for his wallet, he asked, “So what’d he do?”

“Killed a cop while robbing a bank.”

“Whoa!” Fred looked McGraw right in the eye. “Here. You see? I’m not him.”

Rage – What Pegman Saw

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sneak this Pegman in today, it being Easter and all.  Plus, my son’s birthday yesterday and my niece’s birthday last Saturday means my part of the Easter dinner is two birthday cakes!  One is freezing (key lime pie) and one is baking, so here I am… Thank you, always, to Karen and Josh for hosting this party.

This week Pegman takes us to Nigeria. Feel free to use the location chosen or chose from one of the many photo spheres available throughout the country of Nigeria. if you drift over to Lagos along the southwest shore, you’ll also be able to take a streetview.

The Pegman challenge is to write 150 words inspired by this week’s location. Will it be historical fiction? Fantasy? Contemporary? Or does the location bring out your poetry muse? It’s up to you. When your piece is polished, please share a link to it at the linkup below:

Rage

Divorce is a bitch.  One of the parents has to leave the family nest and, depending on the ages of the children, they get schlepped from one house to another.  In this case, it worked out.  His kids were old enough at the time to decide where to stay.  They chose their mom after he convinced them that she needed them more than he did.  Besides, he could see them whenever he/they wanted.  He was but a phonecall away.

Except he couldn’t be there to protect them.

When Mom got a new boyfriend,  all seemed fine.  Until this guy waited till she went for a shower, to sneak into the daughter’s room.

Luckily the daughter’s scream was enought to fend him off.

The boyfriend was forever banned.

That didn’t stop the rage of emotions from flowing over him at the thought of anyone touching his baby girl without her permission.