Some pieces were too small to find
Destroyed in an instant
instant change from whole to schism
schism grew to a frightening ruin
ruin came with a clack, clatter, crash!
Shattered into tiny shards
shards hiding from the light
light glistens from sharp secrets
secrets stab surprise slivers
Fractured into tiny fragments
fragments scattered by force
force, so unexpected and unfair
unfair doesn’t matter once it’s done
Find a replacement in time
time for an intermission of sort
sort through the rubble for the salvage
salvage a frail fragment of hope
The image for Day 22 on the Pinterest board shows a series of evil thought.
My take: This image makes me think of reincarnation or the idea that evil passes from one person to another through the ages. It could be showing that power is in ideas that are passed from one person to another.
Micro-fiction: Madame Yazima could feel the power surging. After all of these years, she had mastered her connection to her muse and would finally see her destiny clearly. However, the pure knowledge came with a horrible understanding: power corrupts. She could see the many powerful her muse had corrupted before her. They had all met terrible ends. She knew there was no going back; her fate awaited.
Writing Process and Tools
Creepy verbs: terrify, terrorize, haunt, follow, lurk
Story Cubes Symbols: fish, hand, tree, clock (10:30), alien, flash light, question mark, sheep, book
Woodland creature: mole – a company of moles, a labor of moles, a movement of moles
Collective noun: An ohm of electricians
Horror trope: mutants
Oblique Strategies: Once the search is in progress, something will be found