
We bleed words, unhindered, from open souls. Rivulets of emotion, breathed into the extant. Swallowed, by time and tide. Prompt account by @Symphony_Hale
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ALT She counted the bells. ONE... Holding her left index finger over the glass, her gaze wandered towards the window. TWO... Watching the clouds in the twilight skies turned uneasy into a littoral breeze seasoned with salt and sand, as she remembered the ocean's waves washing over her bare feet, earlier on this last warm day. THREE... A reminiscence of her severed sanity lingered as every shadow whispered the murmur of the sea. FOUR... This memory would be weaponized against her, too, for sure. FIVE... But for this moment, the slick rubber tangled around her feet was not important. SIX... Her only focus was the sparkling sunlight dancing on the rippling water in her mind. SEVEN... The glass started to move her finger over the letters on the spirit board. EIGHT... A message from the graveyard cabaret: NINE... Why TEN... Do ELEVEN... We TWELVE... Wait? Thirteen feet of garden hose pulled her away as the hurricane broke loose. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

ALT Out After Dark Leaving behind countless thwarted attempts, she finally overcame her linear thinking. It had been acting up in defiance of the chaos that ruled this tricky venture. Onyx feathers started to show on her arms as they became more flexuous. Pleased with her outfit for the prom, she imagined herself taking flight like scorched innocence in its natural habitat. How it would be if a cloud revealed the moon, giving her a spotlight as she landed. While she continued to stir the cauldron, this felt like a permanent arrival. She might never change back. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree




















