These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Extinction.
OctPoWriMo
The Doomsday Clock at Midnight
We are starlight
Once seen, we are already dying
We are leaves
most colorful when falling
We are echoes
when heard, long since said
Writober Flash Fiction
The Power of Words
Melinda curled into her knees, shivering on the floor in her shabby room. A cold wind whispered through the shredded curtains that tickled her neck exacerbating her nerves, but she couldn’t move. If she moved, it might see her, and the giant hand might not be blocked by the roof as she had hoped. If it found her it would reach down and squish her head. She regretted making fun of that goth chick that was so excited about finding her great grandma’s old book. The thing was gross. It looked like it was covered in skin all stitched together with some ugly dead face in it. But it must have been the real thing because she opened it and started chanting some language Melinda had never heard before, and then this giant black, cloudy hand came down from the sky, pinching its thumb and forefinger together. Pinching and pinching. Melinda ducked into the subway and it didn’t follow, but she was afraid to go out in the open. She felt safe in her room at first, but then began to worry about the leak in the roof, and the cloudiness of the giant hand. Then she felt it, the giant thumb on the side of her head, and the forefinger on her other cheek, then the pressure of the pinch.
Halloween Photography Challenge
For today’s images, I layered filters thinking of a planet breaking apart, playing with the wind in the red leaves as fire or explosion. The image I chose is mostly the blur of the moving leaves.
Experience Writing 