I'm not sure if you can even call it a short story. I don't have a title for it either, so suggestions are appriciated.
I stood still and silent among the greenery. As I drew in a breath, I was aware of every tiny movement that surrounded me. I could hear the flowers growig the mere millimeters and the eggs that cracked as a baby made its way into the world.
I felt awed and yet I felt a familiar air with my surroundings. A presence other than I was here in the garden. It seemed familiar, loving and kind. It also seemed hated, feared and judgemental.
A bright light shone in direct contrast to the soft senery of this garden. As it dulled to a soft glow a figure began to emerge. A woman of many different faces, looked back at me.
Her eyes glistened among the folds and curves of her soft face. She opened her mouth to speak and no sound came out and yet I heard her words.
Her face brightened with a small laugh that was unheard by any ears. My mind raced with questions all needing to be answered. As I went to question her, she shook her head lightly. I would ask no questions but I'd have all the answers in time.
My heart raced at the thoughts trying so desperately to answer them, and everything stopped.
I woke with the cool calmness of fright and delight. It was only a dream, but the Goddess had come to visit me.
Not a poem, but a short story?
AHH my hand won't write fast enough *whipcrack* write faster! My brain is on fire and my hands are moving like ice....oooooh why must my hands write so slow...(this is where we have a heart melting scene...and zoom in on the face...now zoom in on the falling tear...aaaand cut.)Celeste Isis Kerri wrote:I sometimes lose it cause I can't write fast enough.
That's a wrap.
lol...I know what ya mean though..really I do.
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