Ashes, Ashes We Write it All Down

If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Stirring the Ashes.

For today’s images I tried something new and set two paper filters on fire to make random shapes. One I burned with a match, and the other with a Bic bendable lighter.

OctPoWriMo 2023: Facing Our Fears

Dimensional Shifts

This is the one where all is well
I wake excited to create
It’s not the one that’s living hell
or where the lava is my fate

and not the one where night ghouls tap
at windows when I want to nap
they can give an awful fright
This is the right dimension, right?

Writober 2023

Logline: A man feeling sorry for himself annoys his own shadow.

Here’s an excerpt from my story: Don’t Invite Your Shadow to Your Pity Party

Perry knew he wasn’t supposed to drink with his meds, but he had had such a shitty day, his girlfriend moved out while he was getting fired and someone had hid his car in the parking lot while he was getting fired and he got a ticket for the tail light being busted because someone hit him in the parking lot, so he picked up a bottle of whiskey and was sitting in his arm chair in the dark feeling sorry for himself, watching his shadow grow longer and longer.

It started as a whisper, as his shadow stretched up the far wall. Then the voice became louder and he felt a sharp pain along his sternum.