Moving Mountains – #MLMM Photo Challenge

Photo credit One Big Photo

He packed his bike on his back to go up

He would not look down, only forward

Pushing his limits for just one moment

Of pride…of bravery…of greatness…

The world looked so big up here

Atop the highest point of the mountain

Bigger than you or I or we or them

As the fog rolls in, it gets smaller

But you just know deep inside

In your gut

In your soul

To only breathe one deep breath

Without moving a muscle…

At that moment, he felt taller than the peak


This was written for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #392.

Heaven on Earth – MLMM Photo Challenge #391

Photo Credit Spencer Byles

As she approached the path, her senses imbibed the essence around the beautiful area. Her gifts given to her by nature were escalated and pure. There was nothing she could hate about this sacred place marked with a palisade of vines and boulders. It was like time stood still, and it had that feeling that if you dropped a pin that it would be heard for miles with as peaceful as this place stood.

She fumbled in the pockets of her hooded jacket, unsnapping the button, to grab her cell phone to capture this moment of tranquility. This beautiful destination would make her crave to come back again and again. God and man had studded this path with the beauty of the world within it.

It’s heaven on Earth.


This post was written for my daily word challenges (Daily Spur, #FOWC, #RagtagDailyPrompt, WOTDC, My Vivid Blog, and Your Daily Word Prompt, along with Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Three Things Challenge.

E.M.’s Photo Challenge #386

This is the first time using this Photo Challenge prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, and I am really excited to try it. I am going to mix the word challenges in this creation, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Photo Credit: Caters

He looks down at the dirty streets filled with cars and people, and he wonders what it would feel like to fall. Tears fill his eyes in a flood of emotion, and he runs his fingers along the underside of groovy edges on the cement balcony upon which he sits while peeking over the edge of his knees. He feels like his life is an allusion of what he should be, and the sounds coming from below are bloodcurdling, loud, and triggering.

He is too scared to push off forward to his demise, and he hopes someone will come to save him from himself. He wants to look back but can only look down. His face flushes with fear, and his ears feel as hot as the sun in the desert.

Then it happened. He no longer felt like he was on fire. He feels divine intervention holding onto him as his heart races, causing a shiver in his bones.

“I can’t do this”, he says to himself. He slowly backs his bottom to where he can put each leg in a safe place and exits his looming demise.

“I have too much life to live to go out like this. Thank you, God!”

He exits the balcony, grabs a bottle of water, and walks out the door to never go back again.