Monthly Archives: January 2013

Clematis Winner for January 2013

Storied Impressions is new to the world of bloggers and I understand it will take a bit of time to get people involved.  Most of the January entries were mine.  But there was one exceptional piece from a participant/follower that shines above them all.

So I am, without polling, declaring the winner of the January Clematis Award to go to AR Neal and her photo/words “The Hobart in Blue.”

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Congrats AR!  Wonderful piece. 

You are the first official winner! 

Feel free to download the Clematis Award icon to let your followers know of your great success!

To read AR’s winning piece go to the Clematis Winner’s Circle page.

Then participate for February – the theme is: RED.

Take a photo of something red (or has some red in the photo) and then write a short (250 words-ish) piece to accompany the photo.  Upload to the Storied Impressions Flickr site and I’ll post on this blog shortly thereafter.

Have fun, enter as often as you like.  Looking forward to seeing and reading great things from you all.

Here’s to February, a day early.

Gretchen

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Bronze!

I have always thought bronze was a fantastic color.  Shimmery or flat, it just oozes with warmth.  So I am over-the-top excited to learn this morning that my 33-word story The Hurricane just earned itself the Bronze in the Trifecta (WORLD 🙂 ) Writing Challenge – I’m Thrilled!!!

Storied Impressions rounds out our top three this weekend with a killer personification line in The Hurricane.”

Whoop, Whoop!

See last post to read the story.    I’ll be smiling all day, I hope you do too!

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The Hurricane

Photo (via iPhone) and Story
by Gretchen Fogelstrom

Battered, assaulted, weathered.

Hammered, thrown, gnarled.

My home, my community; destroyed.

After the hurricane belched its malicious laughter, we nearly died.

Tears, heaving, sorrow.

Sun, blue, windless.

My home, my community; Reborn.

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The Trifecta Writing Challenge
Weekend Edition: 33 word example of personification

So I took their challenge and combined it with Storied Impressions Theme for January: Weathered and the above is the result.

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The Iron Gate

Photo and Story by
Gretchen Fogelstrom

Hank.  He leaned across the iron gate and kissed me right on the lips. Pow.  I felt a rush I had never felt before.  It crept up and out radiating in my cheeks and all the way down to my finger tips.  I couldn’t help myself, I leaned over that gate and kissed him right back.

I started a journal that night.  I just had to write down what his lips felt like and the tingling that shot through my body.  Just in case it didn’t happen again, I’d have a good place to recall the memory.

But it did happen again, and often.  We dated all through our senior year of high school.  But he was one of the lucky ones and got a scholarship to college.   Me, I got a job in the local diner.  But that was okay.

Ever since I started that first journal I couldn’t stop writing.  I expanded to short stories and soon was on to longer ones.  Working at the diner gave me plenty of ideas to write about.

I finally got my first story published last year.  The rush of approval and thinking of all those eyes on my words, it was something similar to the shot of tingly from that first kiss.  I have to thank Hank.  Leaning over that old, weathered, iron gate to kiss me; he jump-started my life.

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The Hobart in Blue

Photo and Story by
AR Neal
(Flickr) (Blog)

The weathered building stands sentry amongst its newer contemporaries. Defiant, it has glared down on Market Street for nearly 100 years; it is unmoved by the hands of time, its tower demanding attention. “Hobart Building,” declares its base, as it stands amidst the dusty streets of Fog City. Its façade is marking time in ways different than the glass and steel around it; brick by brick it rises above the din, yet encompasses it. Its terra cotta overcoat protects a heart of brass and marble. Hobart is unique in this space and opens wide its windows to breathe; when all else falls to ruin, Hobart will remain.

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Breaking News: Amazon Contest

Hi – just heard about this contest from One Starving Activist – a follower on Storied Impressions.  Check out the contest that Amazon is holding – no time to wait – deadline is January 27th.  Click on the banner below to find out more.   If you submit a story – let us know what happens!

Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award

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Weathered

Photo and Story
by Gretchen Fogelstrom


He reached for my hand.  It was warm.  We walked outside under the big Magnolia tree.  The sun was fading, but it still felt balmy.  We sat down.  Silent.  I didn’t speak.  I knew he just needed me there.

Soon he released my hand, scratched his head and leaned forward, elbows on knees, his chin resting in his palms.  My fingers felt lonely and I wanted to reach out and grab him.  To shake him and tell him how much I loved him and that we’d be alright.

But I knew him and he needed me silent, sitting next to him envisioning my love wrapping around him.

After a moment, his fingers went to the edge of the bench and absentmindedly started outlining the engraved rose with the tip of his finger.  He went round and round, as if drawing it by memory.  Whenever he did this I knew he was on the verge of a new idea, a new plan, a way for us to survive.

This went on for years.  The decades had been tough.  But there had been good times too.  Those were the images I recalled, when we took our walk to the bench and together rekindled our strength.

He’s gone now.  And as I sit on the bench, my fingers retracing the petals his did for years, I see the good with the bad.  But we weathered the storms and always found each other on the other side, hand-in-hand.

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