Okay, more data entry.
Shall we start a #ChainStory today? Something with a spooky theme, perhaps?
I'm thinking one line at a time, with each person adding more chaos, intrigue, adventure, and shivers to the last.
This opener is inspired by M.R. James and @JGSchaeffer ❤️:
"After my last visit to the coast, where we cast my grandfather's ashes into the wind atop a cliff he'd walked every day for half a century, the ocean followed me wherever I would roam."
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I'd feel the tickle of water lapping at my heels, and occasionally the briny scent of salt water, but if I looked down, there was nothing there.
@misterfive @MLClark @JGSchaeffer
Yes the brine smell was grandfathers smell, as he was a merchant marine, that spent a lot of time both on the water, and under the spell of not so primitive shamans.
@JGSchaeffer @corlin @misterfive
More and more, I'd spend my days between worlds, trying to complete my project pitches for work and drifting into that underwater kingdom where the drumbeats of ancient ancestors seemed to be calling me home.
I told my friends it was work stress, but the strain of resisting that call, of forcing myself back to the workaday world, was taking its toll on my mind.
@MLClark @JGSchaeffer @corlin @misterfive
I sat on my couch, trying to read the book in front of me, but was distracted by the pulling of waves as though water were running over by body.
@tyghebright @MLClark @corlin @misterfive #chainstory
So I left the house and ran over the seagrass dunes to the water’s edge.
@corlin @misterfive @MLClark #chainstory
Shamans who were now pulling me through the briny rice-scape of the shoreline down into the underwater bamboo kelp forest.