#writephoto — The New Clear Winter

1198C816-52F2-422B-BF6E-38A73A541C38The village elders had talked about the prophecies, but most people thought it was just more incoherent mumbo-jumbo. The elders spoke of how, several centuries earlier, the Lord, in His wisdom, had unleashed a torrent of destruction because His children had lost their way. That global devastation brought on what the elders called “The New Clear Winter.”

The stories talked about how the thick, dark clouds of The New Clear Winter blotted out the light and warmth of the Lord, causing famine, illness, and widespread death due to what the elders named “The Torrent of the Lord.” Only the hardiest people survived the freezing temperatures and darkness that enveloped their home planet.

“There will come a time of Light, Warmth, and Salvation, which the Lord will bestow upon His faithful flock,” the High Priest proclaimed. “The prophecies say that He, praise our Lord, will part the clouds and let shine His warmth and white light that will bring about the end of The New Clear Winter and will restore His blessing upon our home.”

The people in the small village looked up in awe. When they saw the blinding white light shining down from between the bare branches of the trees as the dark clouds began to dissipate, they fell down to their knees and prayed thanks to their Lord, feeling blessed that the prophecies were right.

What they couldn’t possibly know at that time was that the return of the sun, without the benefit of a thick atmosphere to diffuse the star’s intense heat, would soon fry the planet and cause it to be no longer able to sustain life and become totally uninhabitable.

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

Basic Training

956808C8-3ACE-47E8-89B2-CCCFAA839FFC“More PT, drill sergeant, more PT,” we army grunts, going through basic training, yelled in unison.

“Assume the prone position and give me fifty,” the drill sergeant barked. I groaned. I knew I’d be hard pressed to give him fifty perfect push-ups. My drill sergeant, who was reminiscent of my high school football coach, would not compromise. Fifty perfect push-ups was what was demanded and fifty push-ups was what I would try to deliver.

Fortunately, Mother Nature came to my rescue when the bright sunshine suddenly gave way to a severe thunderstorm. The drill sergeant had no choice but to dismiss us back to the barracks. Gotta love Mother Nature.

Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (prone), Word of the Day Challenge (reminiscent), Ragtag Daily Prompt (compromise), and Your Daily Word Prompt (sunshine).

P is for Pragmatist

25487965-BD7E-41FE-8860-576F5C95D157I am a pragmatist. So what, exactly, is a pragmatist? A pragmatist is a person who is guided more by practical considerations than by ideals and who takes a realistic approach to addressing problems and finding solutions. A pragmatist is an adherent of pragmatism, which is an approach that assesses the truth of meanings, of theories, or of beliefs in terms of the success of their practical application.

Pragmatists stress action over doctrine. Pragmatists embrace the notion that ideas base their meanings from their consequences and that the best way to evaluate the practicality of ideas, policies, and proposals is through their workability and usefulness.

I describe myself as a logical, rational, and reasonable person. I am not ruled by emotions but by facts, observations, and evidence.

But that doesn’t mean that I am devoid of emotions. I am empathetic and have been known to shed a tear or two when I encounter the pain or suffering of others. I may not feel as intensely as some others feel, but I feel nonetheless.

So, as a self-identified practical pragmatist, my perspectives — in my posts on this blog and in my life — are borne out of practicality and pragmatism.

And that works for me.

Previous A to Z Challenge 2019 posts:

In Other Words — That Cold, Gray, and Rainy Day

026E8F25-0B92-4BDA-A2C6-82F61C0BD8A3I should have known better than to ask you to marry me on that cold, gray, and rainy day.

You said that I was a nice guy, that you really liked me, and that the sex was great.

But you said that you didn’t love me and that I wasn’t “the one.”

Then you looked at me with pity in your eyes and said, “Babe, it’s not you, it’s me.”

You plunged a dagger into my heart on that cold, gray, and rainy day.

In other wordsWritten for the In Other Words prompt from Patricia’s Place. The challenge this week is to write a story or poem of five lines or fewer using the picture above and/or the words “rainy day.”

FOWC with Fandango — Prone

FOWCWelcome to April 18, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “prone.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.