Tag: 150 words

I Can Always Start Again

Elijah was a hapless individual.

He couldn’t rattle chains as his hands simply passed through everything. He couldn’t make eerie groans as his voice didn’t reach the correct wavelength. He had no idea how to generate a ghostly glow whenever he was in anyone’s presence. And he was terrified of his own shadow.

One day, realisation hit home with Elijah. Ghosts shouldn’t have shadows.

He got over his fear, and started making his shadow move in all kinds of strange and sinister ways.

Cottingly Manor was hosting its Annual Masquerade Ball, and Elijah decided to pop along to try out his new found skill.

The ballroom was lit by thousands of candles, all flickering this way and that, casting shadows from the dancing partygoers all around the room.

“Perfect!” Elijah thought, and proceeded to cast his spooky shadows on the walls. Nobody noticed.

Who notices shadows in a candle-lit room?

Cave Magic

 

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Enid shivered beneath the great rock. Carmichael tried his best to keep the fire burning, but the strong winds and torrential rain thwarted his every move.

They were both caked in mud, as was Snowy, the normally pure white cat that had strangely befriended them.

“I wish I could find us somewhere better to live, Enid.” Carmichael sounded dejected.

“We’re doing fine” Enid replied, “It’s only every now and again we have this kind of weather to put up with.”

“No… but…” Carmichael thought. “Do you believe in magic? I’m going to conjure up a magic house just for us. Just you wait and see.”

“Well, I’ll believe that when I see it.” Snowy cuddled up close to Enid, purring loudly. Her attention was grabbed by something in the rock above, and she stared intently. Enid followed her gaze. “Carmichael… the rock… it’s sparkling…”

“Told you. The magic’s started already!”

***

A pre-visit to Enid and Carmichael, this. We first met them just before Halloween last year, and then once again in April this year. The pair used to live in a dig-out under a bridge, but when the weather took a turn for the worse they’d move temporarily into a small cave, which offered them no protection from the elements whatsoever, but it felt safer than being under the rickety old bridge. This conversation may or may not have been the starting point for their sudden change of circumstances, but it certainly set some wheels in motion. Strange things happen… especially with these two.

Wordle: The Angel’s Realm

Breathe deeply
Enter the realm of the Angels
Reality left behind, free now of all restrictions
All complaints, all darkness and negativity
Feel the realm of the Angels
Feel only warmth, see only light
Feel peace and love and harmony
Fly in the realm of the Angels
See blessings to count
Turn bad vibes into Good Feelings
No more crosses to bear
Rest in the realm of the Angels
Wrapped in vast angelic wings
That gently brush and soothe
Return from the realm of the Angels
Invigorated
With a clean plate and fresh thoughts
New ideas for a new direction
Remember the realm of the Angels
Part experience, part dream
Part signpost for a new beginning
Know that the realm of the Angels
Is there forever, open whenever
And can be visited again and again
Breathe deeply
You’ve just reached out to the Angels
And they’ve touched you in return

Elsewhere…

Lilac skies and scattered starlight belie the time of day, reflected correctly from within the Pond of Paradise, at the edge of Elsewhere. Elephants trumpet alongside a kookaburra’s call, an owl flies overhead and a snow leopard patrols the realm with stealth. On the far bank a willow weeps with joy as a rainbow appears like a bridge over the leprechaun’s fountain. Lavender scent fills the air, brought in with the gentle breeze from the Eternal Meadow. From the wooden house with the veranda that overlooks the pond, harp music can be heard through an open window, which also sends out another scent, this time of freshly baked bread. From beneath the still surface of the water, a dolphin appears. All is calm. All is well. After all, this is Elsewhere. The place where dreams come from. The place we visit every time we sleep… if only we could remember.

High Enough!

Breathlessly, the woman in the blue tweed suit looked up toward the next level.

“This is high enough for me,” she announced to a passing child and her mother “I’m not going up there!” They both held onto the rail and carried on upwards, watching the woman as she laughed rambunctiously.

The woman looked down to the bottom of the slope. She spotted her friend waiting below.

“Coo-eeeeeee!” She bellowed animatedly, and then guffawed. Her friend didn’t hear her, although he was looking into a shop window.

The woman took one clumsy step forward.

“Oh bother!” she said, as her ski worked itself free from her foot.

She reached down to try to attach and fasten it again, but became top-heavy, and toppled forward down the ski-slope, having not realised how close she was to the edge.

Belly down, she slid – and laughed – from top to bottom.

Lady Salinger-Wallis is the blue tweed-suited woman, one of my characters who begged me to write her into one of my posts for my theme for March ‘The Next Level’. This story actually began just after this point, many, many Moons ago – here’s the original post.  I thought I’d carry it on by going a second or two earlier, the next level down, time-wise, I suppose.

Lady S also featured in my Halloween special last year, and that little multi-part story starts here.

If you feel the urge to write a post or posts using my theme for March, then please do so, you’re more than welcome to… click the doobery below for more details: