A picture is worth few words by Rebecca Greenberg

As our 10th grade English curriculum comes to an end, our last unit deals with the freedom of creativity. One of our assignments is to take a picture and write a brief evocative description for it, which is also known as a vignette. 

Many know the phrase, "a picture is worth a thousand words", but the purpose of my blog is to create a new phrase. "A picture is worth few words". 

Below are some powerful pictures, that can be interpreted in many different ways, and can be described variously.

These pictures are worth a thousand words, reaction, and thoughts, yet i'm only going to describe them in eight. 

My weapon destroys, my soul yearns for harmony 

 The poisoned air I digest, keeps me clean

My hand placed in yours, a comfort unknown

the words of violence, are wires tearing flesh.

My life plays me, bleeding at the heart.

Feel free to comment you own eight word vignettes below describing these pictures!

The Soldier's Melody- a Picture Prompt by Stephanie Downes

         The wind was rustling through the bare trees on the evening that I saw her. Two years, hundreds of lonely nights, and thousands of gunshots it had been since I had last seen my love. On this particular night, I ventured out into the desolate woods to clear my mind. Suddenly something caught my eye. An object of beauty in the darkness and emptiness of the woods. I approached the ethereal instrument, examining the light that shone on it through the branches of the trees. I ran my fingers along the worn out ivory and black keys. Where did this come from? How long has it been sitting here, abandoned, lonely? Almost as an instinct, my fingers began to press down on the keys. I heard a beautiful melody that had not grazed my ears in so long.  It was the melody that my wife and I used to play together. I closed my eyes and let my senses enjoy the moment of nostalgia and beauty. It was only when the last chord was played and the melody was over that I opened my eyes and saw her; my love. She was standing in front of me, like a figment of my imagination- yet I knew she was real. She just had to be. I hesitantly moved towards her. She still looked as beautiful as ever. I heard distant yelling and crunching footsteps approaching rapidly. I began to run. The yelling got louder and the footsteps closer. I reached out my arms, longing to hold her...

*BANG*

Emptiness. 

She appeared once more. This time, she was the one reaching for me. I was enveloped into her warmth, and we flew up into the clouds together. I was safe, and the melody began to play once again.