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Transfiguration (2020) from Universal Everything on Vimeo.
He would not stop.
Most thought it was rage. Some thought it was pure spite and malice.
He was coming. He would not stop.
They tried the physical to no avail. They called in all the wizards they could find. They cast, the chanted, they threw magic. There was fire. There was acid, there was stone. There was anything and everything until pure chaos was the result.
He would not stop.
They cajoled, they pleaded. They wailed and moaned.
He would not stop. He could not stop. It was not rage or spite or malice at all. It was love and it drove him onward.
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“This is clearly my next evolution. I am a troll, I belong on the interwebs…”
“No. Please. Just put the phone down.”
“But the screaming goats…”
“No.”
The desire to soar like an angel was overwhelming. Driven to madness by continual failure to achieve the glory of divine flight extreme measures were needed. The faithful would see. The faithful would understand.
I shall soar in the light. I will bask in glory.
Love the purity of my being.
The tipping point.
All the struggles, all the sacrifice to get here. Her past was as ruined as the temple where she stood facing the oracle. Now, in that moment she hesitated. There was no going back once the question was asked.
Could she go forward?
There was a time when sleep was a refuge, a safe haven. Go there. Hide there. Rest there to come and battle us again. No more.
We have found you.
We are coming.
“Why
my lady?”
“Because
we must.”
“No
harm shall befall you. Let us go.”
Continuing the flash prompt series.
She ached.
She hurt because she knew.
She would do it anyway.
Sometimes I need a little push to get going. Writing is not an easy, flowing thing all the time. A friend of mine has a secret group on Failbook called “Flash Prompt”.
One picture, each day with no discussion – just writing. Hit the “like” button all you want, but don’t comment on other people’s work. It’s meant to get writing stuff moving for people – give some little bit of inspiration. It’s meant to be “flash sized” so short and to the point.
I’ve done a couple of things on there and I thought I might share some with you. I don’t do every one. Some of the pictures don’t inspire me, sometimes I miss a day or twelve and the mood doesn’t move me. It’s hard to tell. The curator is super good about providing a link to the artist who created the picture – and I will try to do the same. Artists need to get paid.
This is the first one I participated in.
On sunny days it was great fun to climb on the rocks near my aunt’s house exploring tide pools and finding shells. She loved it there. I loved it there. The breeze off the water, the sound of the surf.
When the storms came the could be endured. The rage was part of the beauty. The danger part of the allure.
When the storm sent sea water down the chimney she decided that endurance had limits and even the best relationships can turn sour. She moved far enough inland that the sea could not reach her.
I miss the rocky coast.