Snippets {edition three}

Alarm by Elizabeth @ clarity-chaos.com

The alarm had been ringing for so long it eventually became part of the background noise.

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It's Snippets {edition three}, and I'd love for you to play along. Just drop your link or your response into the comments section of this post by next Thursday at 7pm. Each Friday, I'll list all the responses (maybe featuring a favorite) and I'll leave you with a new Snippet (a writing/photography/painting prompt of sorts) for the coming week.

Interested? Click here for the guidelines. And please - if you use an exact phrase or sentence from the Snippet (or paste the full Snippet right into your post to accompany your response), please link and attribute my words. Thank you! (Besides - then your readers can come back here to check out all the other responses.)

And now, for the responses to Snippets {edition two}:

Tin Pail by Elizabeth @ clarity-chaos.com

And when she finally spoke, her words dropped like pebbles in a tin pail.

Featured response by Corinne at Trains, Tutus and Tea Time:

When she spoke, her words dropped like pebbles into a tin pail. She felt them roll off her tongue, one after the other in an avalanche that raced passed her lips. They echoed as they bounced off the round sides of the pail, spiraling near the bottom, clinking against the metal. She had to say the words, spoken to no one and everyone.

words

quiet, scared and small

words

gaining, fleeting and multiplying

words

empowering, freeing and....

plink plink plink

She breathed deeper, unencumbered as her breath softened, her exhales meaningful. She took stock of the full pail, the weight of her words. Heaviness as she lifted her arms, the bucket towards her heart.

She let go. She let it drop, let the words stream out and land on the earth. They escaped the between and rolled, and rolled, and rolled, clacking from the uneven sides and unrealized motives.

And then she smiled. Turned, and walked away.

Please visit Corinne's blog and all of the following links to see the fantastic responses to this week's Snippet (a nice mix of writing and images).

Helen at Random Musings

Rachel at Tripping Over the Sidewalk

Melanie at Queen of the Park

Tsholo at Hope in Love

Jade at Now that I'm no longer 25...

Lily at Ten Finger Workshop

Tara at Capitol Mommy

And mine:

And when she finally spoke, her words dropped like pebbles in a tin pail. Rock hit metal, the rattle and clang ringing louder than the tiny stones would suggest.

When she finished, they peered together past the rim, staring silently at what rested at the bottom.

From that day on, when she found herself short on words, she simply reached down into that old tin pail and tossed a handful of gravel over her shoulder as she went.

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