Thank you to Pensivity101 so much for the tell a story nomination. The picture below has been kindly provided to base a story on.

This took me completely out of my comfort zone. Apologies in advance if it’s not very good – not done this sort of thing before. But it was fun.

The cold icy breath. So cold so harsh. No remorse. No forgiveness. False love.

Imprisoned. Shackled in this world. No release. No hope. Isolation.

Am I trapped within the ring or shackled by wearing it. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters any more. Trapped in a faceless world. A world of grey. A world of nothingness. Constant pressure crushing my body. Restricting my breath. Silencing my screams. That cold breath. Professing love but feeding on my soul.

That is my life, my torture, entombed by that RING.


Well that went somewhere I wasn’t planning. My idea was to make it funny, sort of went a bit off track. SORRY.

I now have to nominate 3 bloggers with the invitation to write a story or poem from my choice of picture, then pass on the invite to another three and their choice and so on and so forth.

Nominations please only do this if you really want to do this. Completely no obligation.

Jean Lee

Cosmic Observation

Emerging from the dark night

The picture

39 thoughts on “Tell a Story

  1. Please don’t apologise. This was beautiful. Expression cannot be judged. No one knows or understand another fully, therefor there should only be learning and discovering. No judging. Congratulations.

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  2. Hmmm … 🤔 🤔 🤔 Ever the pragmatist, I have struggled with poetry and deep-hidden-meaning literature all my life. So, I read this, read it again, and said to meself … “Then why the heck did she accept the ring if it was going to make her so miserable?” It is why I also cannot write fiction … I’ve tried, but I simply cannot. But don’t let it bother you … I drove my college literature teacher to drink in my freshman year, for I take everything quite literally, at face value. 😉

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      1. Perhaps, and it’s true that we sometimes want love so badly that we put on blinders. Believe me, I’ve tried. I can write non-fiction, politics, social commentary, history, but fiction just falls flat for me. That said, I recently started one last attempt … fingers crossed, we will see how it goes! And thanks for the kind words!

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