A fictitious mind.
The clock strikes twelve. As the moon illuminates a lonely road and the fields almost swallowed by darkness, a hag appears in the window that flickers like candlelight. With her hand stretched out, she chants; “As the moon be my power I chant in this hour Hear my voice, Hear my cry Come forth from the sky.” As gentle as […]
Take me for a walk, she always told herself. She would journey over the hills and wander through the clouds; that is where she always found her home. During the day she made friends with the birds and at night she traveled through the swirling stars. Occasional meteors would create ripples in the clouds and the city lights seemed as […]
I have never written anything that did not give me a sense of freedom. And that is typically the result of free-writing. There are times when the words do not make sense and times when they are entirely fictitious, but regardless it always seems to set a part of me free. Personal satisfaction is what matters most in creative writing. […]
You’re a flight, two trains and a bus away. #vss — Luke Żammit (@AlphaWings) November 27, 2014
An Instagram Story.
There is a little buddy hanging around this place. He warms up my lap while I type away some fictitious world or being. *** Any other writing pets, share them in the comments.
Featured Image Source Her gentle sway gleaming in the spotlight; he watched her dance in that Summertime dress. The maiden’s eyes young and the years do not seem to age. His skin rotting away but his voice singing their glorious song. A pretty maiden will always sway to his voice; his music gives them no choice. What type of music […]