Today is Jekyll and Hyde

If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Fear is a Monster.

Today really has been a monster, one of those days when nothing works and everything is a pain and takes way longer than it should. It was the hottest October seventh on record here. My neighbors said there was a boat crash right outside, but I didn’t see it. I was too busy fighting with my computer that kept freezing up.

But I guess it was a Hyde to Jekyll kind of day because once I finally made my filters and finished my poem, I went for a swim, and the lake felt so refreshing. And now, after diving in a couple more times and taking a shower, it feels like all those little things going wrong weren’t so bad. And I have to keep reminding myself, there’s no rush and no pressure, these posts are for inspiration.

For today’s images, I played Andy Warhol but instead of soup cans and Marilyn Monroe, I used images from classic horror movies, made transparency filters, and used them with the mirror balls.

OctPoWriMo 2023: Facing Our Fears

The square form is a real challenge but it’s so fun. Don’t forget to read it from top to bottom and left to right. 😁

This fall is Jekyll and Hyde
fall brings chill, still today grinds
is chill the calm when his
Jekyll still calm brings the wild
and today when the heat’s sharp
Hyde grinds his wild sharp fangs

Writober 2023

Logline: An alien visits Earth believing the inhabitants have been making homages to his kind as an invitation, but he finds his visit very disappointing.

microfiction: I was sent to Earth as a representative of my people. We believed that we were revered, even worshiped on that planet after a reconnaissance mission brought back images of huge structures in our image that the Earthlings spend most of their time in, and small statues of us used by many in silent meditation.

I’m avoiding reporting back. Our misunderstanding is embarrassing and will look very bad for our leaders. But that’s not the real problem. The problem with my mission to Earth is these beings won’t stop touching my head. I’ve told them it hurts; that it’s very rude; that they are doing it wrong; but they just keep twisting and twisting my squares. It’s a horrible feeling to have my eye and mouth squares moving here and there outside my control. And why are their hands always so sticky?

Have fun monster hunting!