I attended WonderCon! There were three workshops specially geared for writers. I swallowed all three of them with a pen and a notebook. In one of them we were prompted through a guided imagery to create a story.
This is my story that followed a one-minute guided imagery, it starts with 100% reality, then slowly twists into fiction. I think the shift will be pretty evident. Continue reading Dragging the Dragon→
The thing about living on a boat is that you don’t realize how much you miss living on land until you move back to life on land. And even then, you have to get on a plane, fly over the ocean and think out loud “I wouldn’t want to be on that ocean right now.” Continue reading How Do You Know You Miss Something?→
Meet Talia. She is the most companionable dog you will meet. Until your plate is empty that is. At which point she will either remain by your side or seek out new friends with benefits. Talia is the resident dog at a local beach restaurant. Her fur is soft and begging for your hand’s touch.
She does not bite. Mexican dogs rarely do. Like most Mexicans, dogs sleep during the day’s peak heat hours. They (the dogs, not the Mexicans) sleep on sidewalks. They (the dogs, not the Mexicans) sleep on the street. They (as above) don’t always make it to the shade when their nap is hounding them.
Many are abandoned, and even mistreated. You can tell by how their backs curl up with their tails hiding into their belly when you approach them. If they do allow you within their inner circle they will be your undeniable and unconditional friend. For life.
Hoping to find an old diary, or even a stash of forgotten money, they stumbled upon an old dusty book wrapped in rags. The cover was worn beyond being legible. So many pages were torn out from either over-use, over-loving or maybe even a tad fit of rage…
Turning the pages they came upon its title SPELLS AND POTIONS: Beware of the Power. With awe they exchanged a look that said it all. Lenny’s face suddenly lit up “Oh yeah, my mom told me my grandmother had some kind of powers” and he started turning the pages with wonder.
Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare Its witchcraft
“If your grandmother had powers, chances are you have them too” Misty giggled giving him her famous googly eyed look. “You’ve got maaaagical powwwwwers! You’re a wwwwitch like your nanaaaaa!” He shut the book on her fingers and slammed the book down. “Don’t you ever call me a witch again!”
And I’ve got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do
“You know I’m only joking. Sheesh, you never could take a joke, I can’t believe I’m dating such a sissy witch” Misty turned away and started walking towards the trap door: “Come on, let’s get out of this attic, it’s too creepy to even make out.” Lenny didn’t move, instead he picked up the book and started rummaging through the pages reading out various titles. “To win your love’s heart… Ever lasting happiness… Dazzling powers… Flower fresh scent… Convincing charm… – Misty this book is awesome you should come read some of this stuff!” She barely even looked back as she answered “You’re boooring me Lenny, I wanna watch some TV” and started climbing down the attic ladder.
Cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo
He stopped reading and watched her as she left the room, noticing she dropped her scarf. Oh how he wished she was more than just a girl he was going steady with, if only she could be more like a best friend. It’s what he always hoped for. A girlfriend who wanted to do the same things he wanted. He picked up her scarf and smelled it.
With the book still in his hands, he sat down leaving his legs dangling in mid air over the ladder. He looked down at the book, and it suddenly started warming up. The heat surprised him, he dropped it on the floor. It fell open upon a page with an inviting spell “Turn an ordinary friend into a best friend”.
When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to
He read the spell out loud holding Misty’s scarf in his hand. Words he never even heard of. Words he struggled to pronounce. Yet he continued reading, rubbing the thin silky material between his fingers. If asked, he would have to shrug and honestly answer he had no clue what he was saying, but he read on.
He finished reading the spell, the scarf slipped out of his hand. He placed the book aside and climbed down the ladder. He shut the attic door and walked to the TV room hoping to find Misty waiting for him.
Its such an ancient pitch But one I wouldn’t switch Cause there’s no nicer witch than you
Misty wasn’t there. Instead all he heard was a slow growl and a whine. A black lab was lying on the couch, Misty’s sweater strapped around his neck.
*Smirk* This is a Magpie Tale. Witchcraft lyrics by BARTHOLOMEW/KING.
When I grow up I will run away and join the circus…