#WritingCommunity: As a reminder, I will be your guest host for the #scifaikusaturday#prompt this week. I intend to post the prompt word tomorrow afternoon. Stay tuned!
He who can tame the intrigue of the winds is powerful wizard indeed, for his is the power of the cyclone and the knowledge whispered on the breeze.
#SciFanSat#vss365#scifisat
Once, a lass put on her striding boots and left the Deepdowns behind. Not caring for Middling, she strode onwards for Upland.
At the Awkward Step, she met three fairy thieves. They stole away her doubts, regrets, her fears, & sent her free.
#ProjectFairytale#vssnature#vss365
Once there were giant ogre thieves
Who lived in a spiral of trees
A witch in a dress
Thought them a mess
And unleashed her magical bees
#vss365#ProjectFairytale#LimerickRhyme
When whisperings cascaded from the spring moon, tree sprites bloomed wild in nebula hues, embodying poesy. The envious poisoned them w/ wolfsbane to steal their mystery. The sprites deliquesced into the earth. Their love still sows fruit. #ProjectFairytale#FairytaleFlash#vss365
Beware the Old Witch of Black Willow
Beware the Giant Metal Man
Beware the Red Minotaur
Beware the Floating Skull
Beware the Birdman
Beware the Imp
Beware the
Headless
Man
#amwriting#ProjectFairyTale
I kind of get the flashing eyes and swirling hair, but how exactly does eating honeydew exacerbate the that of which I should beware? #vss365#ProjectFairytale#coleridge
What she'd taken for tiny whimsical shapes tied amid the feathers and branches that made up the arch were bones. Tiny fragile skulls that had to be from mice and birds were woven into the structure. She stifled a shiver, as her smile faltered.
Beware the woods.
#ProjectFairytale
Beware of the the king's consul the oracle had told the prince. For if the prince were to upstage him, he may exasperate the devious king's confidant. But the prince was young, cocky & reckless. He abased the consul & now sat in the dungeon. #BraveWrite#vss365#ProjectFairyTale
#ProjectFairytale
beware promises made
in the heat of passion
her mother used to say
but she didn't listen
she didn't care
it was freedom
she was after
it ended with her
in the shadows of her
mother's yesterdays
telling her daughter
beware
#poetry#WritersPost#micropoetry