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#dogsofcoso
#catsofcoso
#caturday
#foodpron
#aiart
#microfiction
#opencarrybooks

The gale that blows
And breaks you down
Comes from the West
Carrying the sands
Of deserts
To shape you
And carve you
With tiny grains
Of all the little thoughts
You didn't know
You had.
#microfiction
#cosopoetry

It should have long ago collapsed in decrepitude, but the spirit sustains it as the house gives it a place too dwell and stay linked to this plane. Even the faces in the pictures on the walls all started taking on his features, slowly growing angular jaws and high cheek bones. And soft eyes.

#microfiction
#haunting
2/2

The ghost left it's imprint in all around it.
In the way the water ran down the window pane during a storm, in the shape of the cobwebs in the corners of the room. When you looked at the mournful swirls in the dust on the window sill and the shape of the drapes swishing in the draft. The house wasn't so much haunted as it was the haunting.

#microfiction
#haunting
1/2

He took the contract he made with himself seriously. A pact between his heart, his mind, & his soul. The parchment was immaculate, the script beautiful & perfect, the whole of it in how it looked & its language.
This he took & burned, carefully, slowly in a clean bowl he had sculpted & fired. Not a piece of ash went astray.
He ground it down & mixed it with his tears.
This is the ink he used to tattoo a small key on his arm. A key to his true self, to all his hopes, all his dreams.
#microfiction

I've wandered through the Willow Grove and clipped the cattails growing by the sneaky squeaky little Creek. There is ceremony to the days and offerings to the nights. The frogs know the rites.
Breathe.
And exhale the forgotten mist.
Take the short path home, but go slowly and listen for the peeps from the reeds.
Breathe.
The sun shouts while all the moons croon to lost lovers. Songs to the starlight reflected off the still night pond.
Breathe.
And whisper a poem to yourself.
#microfiction

..her gift. Everyday she pleaded and begged someone to let her lift her mother's curse.
She didn't know though, her mother was there. She was there every day and her curse long since gone. But they couldn't tell the girl, she wouldn't hear. They couldn't bring her the familiar scents from home, she couldn't smell. And no matter how hard her mother hugged her, she couldn't feel it.
That was the true curse. She got the thing she wanted most, but she would never know.
8/8
#twitches
#microfiction

..but never close enough.
Word about the girl spread quickly. She stayed with the witches & soon the hovel was turned into a grand temple. It wouldn't have mattered though. The girl couldn't feel the wind or cold, or the rain or snow. Immortal as she was, none of that mattered.
Every day though, the girl asked for someone to bring her mother there. Her mother who had been cursed by an evil witch. Her mother who has suffered, and the real reason why she asked for..
/7
#twitches
#microfiction

In a raspy voice, a voice now aged much greater than her young visage should have, she told the witches to come to her & give her their hands.
They knelt by the chair & held her hands. The first to receive her gift. The first to have their curses lifted.
The girl had watched them for days, had seen that the witches themselves were cursed. Twin sisters that could never look at each other, could never touch or hug. She had seen that & how it pained them to be so close..
/6
#twitches
#microfiction

..eternity, never able to see, to hear, to taste, to smell, to feel the breeze, the cold, the heat, or the touch of another.
The young lady got up from the floor & blindly groped around the room in a panic, banging her shins, knocking her head, and even scalding her hand on a stove until the witches grabbed her and forced her into a chair.
They didn't know what to do for the girl, trapped as she was inside herself.
Gradually, the girl relaxed, her breathing slowing.
/5
#twitches
#microfiction

It took nearly all of her strength to curse the young girl & they both collapsed to the dirt floor.
The witch turned to her twin & asked her what the gift was to be cursed so terribly. A question she never asked of all the other people who came to their hovel.
'She asked for the power to remove curses when she lays hands on someone. What is her curse?'
'She has lost all her senses, & she is immortal.'
The twins looked at the girl laying there in pity. Stuck living an..
4/
#twitches
#microfiction

Then came the day, a young girl arrived. Barely a teenager, she watched the witches for days before she had the courage to approach. She knew the consequences and the trade to be made. Most people left with a curse that made their gift useless. A consequence of their greed.
But she knew what she wanted & asked the one witch for her gift. When she approached the other twin for her curse, the witch looked on her with pity.
'Child, you have asked for too much.'
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#twitches
#microfiction

..then cursed that every paper he touched would give him a cut. A minor gift, a minor curse.
A greedy man came & asked that women would swoon over him, wherever he went. He was turned to the cutest and most precious baby the world had seen.
A gambler came & picked a curse. He asked to be struck mute, never to speak again. His gift was the ability to create the greatest, most moving songs.
Day after day, travelers came and left with their curses & gifts from the twins.
2/
#twitches
#microfiction

The twin witches lived in a hovel, deep in a dark valley. If you visited them, one would curse you & one would give you a gift. You could pick one of them, but had to take the other. Most people went to pick gifts, though some picked a curse & let the witch pick their gift. The witches didn't know what you picked, only how good or bad a curse or gift to give you.
An artist came & asked for a gift to be able to draw a perfectly straight line whenever he wanted. He was..
1/
#twitches
#microfiction

I read the mood of the wind. I can see the questions in the air. I can feel the breeze's intent.
And tonight we bunker down.
A storm is coming. The wind is ill. This is the worst I've ever felt.
This isn't the kind of storm that blusters and pelts you with rain & hail. This isn't the kind of wind that rips the roofs off homes.
Tonight something darker is coming. It's whirling up from the south & pushes death like a bow wave in front of it.
So we bunker down.
And hope for tomorrow.
#microfiction

The woods breath. You can feel it when you sit quiet. A susurration, just barely heard.
It's when the whispered breath starts speaking you need to worry. The voices tell you're close to a Nexus. A dark place.
Keep your head though. The voices want to lure you in deeper. They'll confuse you and pull you. They'll whisper your own secrets back to you. If you can hear them in your head, they've already looked into your heart and tasted your fears.
And they want more.
#darkwoods
#microfiction

-Careful, Child.- the seasoned stag said to the young buck.
-This is the time of year man comes to these woods. He hides in the trees & stalks in the bush. This is why it is called The Fall. For surely some of your brothers & sisters & cousins will. The Great Stag put man here to test you. To see if you're strong & quick & fleet enough. To teach you to smell the wind & listen to the signs. Your strength & cunning will help you survive these days, to prepare you.-
#microfiction
#animalore

There's a spot, deep in the black forest where the inky leaves clear & the open sky shines down on a tiny clearing. In the center, a glorious rose bush that blooms the whole year. Crystal flowers, bright and dewy on bitter winter days.
But there is no temptation to touch a single jeweled petal. Even the trees pull away and lean back while birds circle the clearing, only ever at the edges.
Beauty like this can be nothing more than Death's own floral temptation.
#darkwoods
#microfiction

I've learned to walk along in the margins. Around everything, but never in the middle. A frame but lacking the substance.
It's served me well. Invisible when I want to be. A blank space for others to make their own notes on.
Then I found my love. A story book princess, perfect for me to hold. The deeper you look into her, the deeper she gets.
Being the empty edges made finally sense. I was someone to hold her and she was someone to fill me up.
#books
#microfiction

The gas station was desolate tonight. The road leading to it just as barren. The attendant a hollow husk propped up in the booth.
The light under the canopy created an island, separated from the rest of the world. The pump handle thrummed in my hand but after a while I wasn't sure if it was putting fuel in, or sucking it out.
This was a night where the road led nowhere. A chill darkness that wound around itself. A time to be lost in the static on the radio.
#microfiction