Seed of chia, an apple pale hand full of spinach hand full of kale add some honey it’s no trouble flip the switch and let the cauldron bubble by the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes
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Thanks to Kat for the wonderful Twittering Tale prompt this week. Come on over and join the fun: Twittering Tales
Thanks to Lindaghill.com for this great way to start the year challenge and thanks to Tara for the prompt
Solanj watched the man across the table. Highly unusual this meeting. But the tip had come from a trusted source so she waited. His eyes told her nothing. Bright blue eyes, china blue, that was what she had once called them. Had she known someone with that color eyes? Hard to remember.
The man said nothing, and Solanj continued to wait. She was good at this, waiting, watching for the opening that always came.Continue reading “Memento”→
The forest drake the Technocrats captured had now been turned into a living tank, it’s brain replaced with a difference engine. The whys of the Technocrat religion had long been lost to history but the reality of their destructive crusade was alarming. The Technocrat Crusade sought to destroy all the “blasphemous” magical creatures of the land.Continue reading “Fairy Escape”→
This is my first attempt at steam of consciousness writing so please keep in mind that I’m not supposed to polish or refine it in anyway *yikes so totally not me*. This is just the way stuff rolls out of my brain. Thanks to Lindaghill.com for the prompt.
Sip sap sup I wonder what is up to sip the sap of maple trees or sop up supper’s gravy please and what of sep a septuagenarian? a separate gregorian? I think this poem is a flop written by some brainless sop.
😉 Yeah, my mind is a weird, dark labyrinthine maze.
She lay hidden from view of the camp, covered in ice and snow. Waiting for a signal, waiting and waiting. Her weapons and body disguised against the sun’s bright glare, she gave no hint of her presence, no shiver, no steam of breath. A silent puff of smoke told her the time had come. She sighted her target. The rocket launcher sang it’s song of destruction. Snow, black smoke and screams erupted from the camp below. Amidst the confusion, she slipped away, unnoticed. Smiling, another job completed.