Grumbles in the dark…

They have been making their collective and rotten little presences known for months now, in one form or another.  Muffled, nasty grumbles, muttering in the darkness, that keep calling my name.

I’ve been avoiding that place like the plague and I can sense the growing mass lurking within the enclosure.   It terrifies me and, as the weeks keep passing,  it’s my fault for letting them steal my power and hold me hostage.

Daylight gives me a false sense of security but when darkness falls, the creaking and gnashing  sounds escalate as if to taunt me when I hurry past that hidden noise.  It reaches out in an attempt to grab me.  I try not to go near there.

Why did I ever allow this to get so out of hand and lose all control?  It frightens me to no end and keeps me awake at night because I can hear them grumbling down my long dark hall.

It has to stop!  I just cannot live with this living, growing nightmare any longer and allow it to consume my life.




I’m going in……wish me luck.






Linkup and Flicker of Inspiration Prompts – #21: The Indescribable Horror and #22: The Living Nightmare

The guidelines were as follows but… I managed to twist both into one response.  I know, I know…my ADD made me do it.  Don’t judge me or my kitchen junk drawer, we both have issues.

#21: The Indescribable Horror…

Halloween is closer than ever! At least, the closest it’s been yet this year. The prompt this week was a bit of a challenge; I wanted you to describe something indirectly. Nothing like “the dog was ugly,” for instance; saying “she recoiled in horror at the sight of it” is fine because it’s not describing the object itself. Certain eldritch abominations can only be described indirectly because direct description would drive us insane, so you can see that developing this skill can come in handy.

#22: The Living Nightmare….

You’ve had nightmares; we all have. Everyone has them. This week, I want you to write it down.
I don’t necessarily mean write down the narrative description of your nightmare; I had a nightmare once where Tina Turner chased me with a vacuum, but I don’t think it would make an interesting story as such; also the odd flow of events in dreams doesn’t generally translate well to normal prose.
Take your nightmare, or just something that scares you personally, and write a story based on it. If you’re scared of spiders, scare me with spiders. Share your fears and nightmares, give them to your readers. That is your goal this week.




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Sinking fast…

 

went off road in water window stuck car upside down phone dying please send help please help me please cant breathe much longer water coming inside car help me

 

 

Red Writing Hood — Fear

This week, we invited you to compose a text–160 characters–that would either elicit or express fear.

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First words…

Those special moments when first words tumble from a baby’s mouth bring so much joy to parents.  How we live to hear  Ma-ma or Da-da, utterances of recognition that soon grow into jumbled, giggly little sentences as the toddler emerges.

Vocabulary grows with the child;  the structure of thoughts molds the individual personality of that person.  Emotions are openly expressed…or deliberately hidden.

For adults,  first true words aren’t spoken until much later,  often through writing.  The person behind a book or a blog can be someone else entirely, miles away from all that developmental dialogue that guided them into adulthood.

Does this make sense to you?

In some ways, I’ve always been a writer.  Stories hid inside my head and page after page waited anxiously to be shared with others. Chapters came out in conversation but never managed to land in print until a few years ago when I started writing my book and  “Another cookie, please!” was born.

Then came the great crash!  Read about it here.  I can’t bear to re-hash my stupidity.

Once my panic subsided from the above incident and I entered the world of blogging,  I realized that I hadn’t lost anything.  Not at all. Those words circled in my head like an airplane waiting to land and since I’ve taken the blog-plunge, it feels as if I’ve been doing it forever.

It’s only been a little over one year.  Imagine that!

I see it every day on sites I visit.  People who start blogging to share mommy or other stories; photography, recipes…you name it, they write about it.  Very often they venture out in response to a writing prompt for fun or to try something new.  Their incredible words appear on the screen and the talent behind a post blossoms, as if it had been hiding, just waiting to be urged into the sunshine.

And then…our words run smack dab into a wall, that dreaded Writer’s Slump/Block..call it what you will. That’s where I’ve been of late and from several other bloggers that I’ve visited, it’s fairly contagious.  Actually, it majorly sucks!


This too, shall pass.  I’m sure of that.  The very fact that I finally published this post (which has been glaring at me from my drafts folder for the last three weeks) is evidence that the writing doldrums are easing.  I’m working hard on getting a whole new bunch of first words ready for the reading world.

Eventually. This post doesn’t count.  Just didn’t want my imaginary friends thinking I stopped yapping via my keyboard.






 

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