It’s hard to believe we’re starting the second week of October already (and I went swimming in the lake yesterday). I felt like it took me some time to get warmed up this year. How about you? Hopefully this second week will find us in the flow.
If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Connecting the Bones.
For today’s images I cut a filter with three different size bones in it and then used it in the mirrorworld. It worked out much better than I thought it would.
OctPoWriMo 2023: Facing Our Fears
To find today’s text, I spent some time reading horror flash fiction at Flash Fiction Online. I typed “Bones” into the search bar and was drawn in by the first line of “About Her Bones So Bleak and Bare” by Matthew F. Amati. There was a lot of intriguing language in the story (I thought it was interesting that it shared some common themes with Like Feather, Like Bone by Kristi DeMeester which I also enjoyed reading this morning). I printed it out and used a pencil to underline the phrases I liked, then plucked bits that fit into this narrative (the italics for sounds are mine).
Bones So Bare
The dead girl, never a favorite, wouldn’t leave our yard
dragging the sky down like a silver shadow
Hell knew the cards our luck played
her bones shook like forever
Moan, moan, and moan,
the dead girl’s head swiveled
black eyes gone didn’t answer
scratched the slate with a yellow toenail
shaking told us, Fear fades you
The body danced closer now,
flickered like an old film
A mangled mess, that corpse
her hair was black as a throat
stretched her arms towards you
Now she comes for us
the wind blew around her bones,
skritch-scritch-skritch
her face was longer than a face ought to be
She waited for me, was waiting for me
our secret skittering shade
shook like angry lightning
through the broken door, wrapped in writhing shadow
the dead girl clinging to the black part of the sky
Had she always been a person we could unfade?
Writober 2023
Logline: A scientist believes he is changing the world. A figure emerges as if out of the wall, but never solidifies.
microfiction: Doctor Bleakman was positive he had finally perfected his transporter. So many had imagined this day, but it had taken many generations of quantum computers to make it possible. His daughter, and lab assistant, Marissa, had volunteered to be the transported. As they live-streamed the event to the world, Marissa emerged through the wall as if a bundle of strings. She, these strings, moved and flowed, but never solidified. Then she was gone.
Today I found lots of good horror flash fiction stories that I enjoyed reading on Flash Fiction Online. I highly recommend spending some time there.
To go with today’s theme of Bones, I did a search on Amazon Prime video and found “Bone Eater.” This is one of those creature movies that is so bad it made me laugh out loud. The creature CGI is absolutely terrible, and then they gave it a blurry ghost horse, and the scenes in creature POV made it apparent that the creature needed glasses. Also I should warn you, this movie could be found offensive for its portrayal of native peoples and their customs; the movie’s that bad. However, every time I saw the Bone Eater, I laughed out loud, so I wanted to share that laugh with you.
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