writing – Page 2 – It Happened While Writing

From above the clouds
Golden rays of sunshine find their way to Earth
Their warmth on my skin
I fantasize that this is your way of telling me that you’re still here
Watching over me like an unseen protector
This assurance blanketing me with hope
That one day we will reunite

Daily Prompt: Above

I woke with a start.

The feeling of dread was overwhelming, like an icy hand gripping my heart. Outside, the sun had not yet risen; the pale bluish, white glow from the moon penetrated through the drapes. The quiet was almost deafening as I sat up, and put my bare feet on the freezing hardwood. Quickly scanning the room, I wondered why I was so overcome with fear.

Out in the corridor, the clang from the grandfather clock struck two; The Witching Hour, I thought as the chimes faded into the darkness. Immediately, as if having a premonition, I turned toward the door, and waited.

As if on cue, footsteps began on the far end of the hall. The sound increasing, I suddenly recalled being roused from my sleep every night since moving into this cabin. Tonight, however, felt different.

I listened breathlessly as the footsteps stopped right outside the room. With only the faint light from the window, I watched as a white mist began to materialize. The translucent particles began to take the form of a figure dressed in a vintage gown. From the bed, I could distinctly make out the long sleeves, and high lace collar; the fabric from the skirt billowing behind her. She continued forward, her gait struggled as if she were fighting against invisible ties.

Long, dark hair obscured her features from my view. Unable to move, I watched as she came closer. The temperature around me dropped with each step she took, and little puffs of my breath formed in front of my eyes with every exhale. Soon, she was standing right in front of me, her bony, pale hand reaching up to move the hair from in front of her face. I was mesmerized as she pulled the tendrils away; I was staring directly at myself…

I woke with a start.

premonition

The Earth resonates
An alluring astral sky
Pulsing with vigor

Astral

Light streams through the window
Dust particles drift around the room
Unveiling a world unseen for many years
Belongings strewn throughout the building

On the window sill, a tea cup sits
Abandoned in a hastened escape
Paint faded, porcelain chipped

A memento of a family
A ghost covered in cobwebs
A hint of the forgotten
A lonely reflection of the past

Soon, the space will be reclaimed
As the wild slowly creeps in
To purge the transgressions of it’s former inhabitants

I lay awake
My mind conjuring up characters
Bringing their fictional lives to reality
Each day the tales unfold
As I write their lives down on paper
One line at a time
My soul into each one
Until their stories are complete

Conjure

She pauses in the middle of the road
Decades have past since she stood in this spot
No longer is she the young headstrong girl in search of her destiny
Now, alone, she searches for herself
Bewildered, she remembers little of what remains in this small town
A breeze kicks up dirt
Her hair temporarily obstructing her gaze
And for a moment, just beyond her field of vision
The man she left all those years ago
But, as the wind dies down
Any remembrance of him vanishes
Again, she is alone

Bewildered

The waves break on the horizon. In the pale light of the early morning sunrise, a glimpse of a figure, indistinguishable against the dark water. As this scarcely seen creature cuts methodically through the water, skin the dark color of mud, reflecting the gleam from the sun. Its mystical existence hidden from the world.

Creature-daily prompt

The paper’s edge curls
Flame held against the parchment
Words lost to the world

The edge of reason
Begins with insanity
Hidden from the dark

A cold breeze blows through the corridor
Empty nothingness
The flames of the fire flicker
Barely casting heat into cold, damp murkiness
Silence louder than any thought
An icy caress the only reminder of existence
Alone

Daily Prompt- Forlorn

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