Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Today’s prompt for some stream of consciousness writing is “happy place.”
My happy place is filled with stinky smoke. Frustrating sunny days full of sharp, acrid haze make me long for rain. This time of year, here, wishing for rain feels so wrong. My happy place all summer has been at an old picnic table on the porch, writing, pausing to stare out at the lake, hearing the splash of jumping fish, the scream of eagles, and brisk clicks of the kingfisher. Today it is in my room with the fan; even the living room smells of smoke. And yet, this is such a happy place, far from the fires threatening lives and homes. I sit comfortably in safety reading, writing, and watching Arachnophobia. So today, this is my happy place.
Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge
Today’s prompt is Spider. After capturing a macro image of one of the local spiders at work, I tried out some of my new filters with the light glinting off the webs.
OctPoWriMo
Today’s prompt is “Surrendering Fear.” I though I’d give the recommended Terzanelle form a try.
The Sun Defeated, Shadows Form
The sun through smoky haze drips red as blood
in early defeat to the powers of darkness
the sun through smoky haze drips red as blood
shadows of trees smooth and barkless
branching fingers reaching toward the moon
in early defeat to the powers of darkness
fears distort like faces in shiny spoons
songs of loons to cries of demon flight
branching fingers reaching toward the moon
to battle fright, flood this world with light
fleeing shadows revert to rational mind
songs of loons from cries of demon flight
in surrendering illusion truth will find
real fears are warnings of survival’s pain
fleeing shadows, revert to rational mind
and until the fires are quenched with cleansing rain
The sun through smoky haze drips red as blood
Real fears are warnings of survival’s pain
The sun through smoky haze drips red as blood
Writober Flash Fiction
Today’s inspiration is “Shaman Concept” by Fanny Poulain. This very creepy creature looks like Hellraiser II concept art by Guillermo del Toro.
When we went through the broken gate into the overgrown churchyard, I expected a stream of costumed people ahead of us, but we were alone. “Are we early?” I asked Dahlia, suddenly chilled.
Maria L. Berg #Writober7 Day 15 2022
Dahlia hooked my elbow and tugged me forward. “We’re right on time.”
On the steps, I heard fluttering above us, and saw large crows pecking at the bell in the bell tower. I dropped Dahlia’s arm, and hurried to the door. It didn’t matter if some people thought getting shit on by birds was good luck, I did not agree. Dahlia laughed behind me.
The large arched doors were open, and the huge room glowed with more candles than I had ever seen. My eyes had to adjust, but I still didn’t see the other party-goers. “Dahlia, what’s going on? Where is everybody?”
“They’re here, silly. They probably found the treats. Go on.”
of water monsters. This image makes me think of 
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Experience Writing 