I often like to daydream about existing in a world much different from ours.
•my bones ached with regret as the warm sun awoke my slumbered body and soul. My long, porcelain skin wrapped limbs shook as they stretched out from my torso. The ground felt cold as my soft feet sunk down and my legs stood me up. The stray cat vocalized softly from behind the curtains, probably watching the morning birds. I groaned as my fingers gripped the cold quartz and glass vials.
Existence has been so strange since the night of rack and ruin. In a way, it feels much more natural, humane, and free....but, it's still eerie.
The vials chimed softly as I lifted the tops and dripped the cold liquid substances on my skin.
There aren't many people left here in Wither Brook, a few residents left in the city but I've stuck to the outskirts.
My scratched, scarred and cracking skin optimistically soaked in the substances contained by the vials.
I always felt weird visiting the city these days, the place used to be overpopulated! There were family shops lining every narrow, curvy street. Cafe's and Pub's used to keep the sidewalks lined with curious customers. Now its all overgrown, abandoned and decayed.
My shaky fingers placed each vial back in its place carefully.
The streets are lit by flickering lights, if at all, and theres a complete wave of silence over the whole town. The night of rack and ruin truly decimated the world and society I once knew.
My feet slipped into my, now very grungy but once soft and fluffy slippers.
Now a days most living things were trying to do just that, live. I spent most of my waking hours foraging for food, berries and other herbs that maybe used for medicine. I care for the stray cats and other animals I see around my small cabin. I cook the food I find and I mash the berries and herbs into my vials for medicinal use. I've simply survived since the night of rack and ruin. However, I crave more...
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I often like to daydream about existing in a world much different from ours.
• as I meandered around town today with my cat companion, Bellatrix, I noticed an unusual airiness about us. It almost felt as though we were floating along the long eerie streets. The wind would blow, and we blew with it. As we walked into shops and passed food stands, nobody paid us any mind. It was almost as though we didn’t actually exist. Bellatrix meowed at every living thing she could hoping for a response to no avail. We continued our trip throughout town, making our weekly stop at the mysterious fortune teller at the edge of town. Not many people would come out to the edge of town, it’s quite abandoned and broken down, but Bellatrix and I happily made the trip. Walking into the fortune tellers shop, I almost expected to brushed off like we had been on our way here. However, Ms. Guinevere, the fortune teller, immediately greeted us but with a very concerned look. Nothing could have prepared Bellatrix and I for the fortune we were about to receive.
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•I often like to daydream about existing in a world much different from ours
Today I stepped out of my sturdy but creaky old wooden cabin to head into town. The sun cascaded through the trees softly and danced warmly upon my skin. The wind blew briskly causing me to shiver slightly as my torn stained boots crunched the fallen leaves. Luckily, my stretched black knitted sweater and pants were enough to keep me warm in the crisp conditions. As I approached the center of town, I began seeing pumpkin and jack-o-lantern decorations all around. I stopped by as many pop up shops as possible to see if anything peaked my interest. One shop, owned by a ghostly old woman dressed in shades of orange with long glowing red hair, had lovely autumnal floral bouquets which I traded gold and crystals for. Another was selling pumpkins seeds, perfect to feed the crows that frequent the sky above my home. Eventually I reached the alchemy shop where I picked up various herbs,barks and oils for my potion brewing. Logan’s alchemy shop is always full of all sorts of characters; the owners son, Malachi, is said to be the most skilled alchemist in town. Unfortunately, he miss uses his admirable knowledge viciously often stealing and wrecking the pop up shops. I began walking back home and away from town as the sun set and the street lanterns cut on. The bugs of the night began singing their songs as the moon revealed itself shyly. Evening was when most of the towns people would venture out from their homes. Fortunately, I was only a few streets away from my long, wooded, windy and desolate street. Of course a lot of the people here are kind enough… but some of them I prefer to stay away from.
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• my sleep filled eyes fluttered open as the sun warmly shone through the tall trees creating a projection of beautiful sun and shadow shapes on the mossy ground. The colorful leaves danced down from the tall trees as bursts of wind blew by. I slowly sat up from the tree branch I often rested on as the forest animals began to awaken. Bunnies hopped along in search for a filling feast, bugs buzzed by briskly and the birds sang smoothly. As I looked below, I saw all of my materials exactly as I left them before. Softly fluttering my fairy wings, I drifted down from my tree branch. Most of my days were spent in this vast forest creating divine, expressionistic paintings. Although I built a shelter in the tree tops, I still find myself to be quite nomadic. Animals gathered back at the base of the tree to ferociously feast on their freshly hunted breakfast, and that was my cue to feed myself. Softly fluttering my delicate wings allowed me to hover over the ground to scavenge for edible berries and flowers. I would collect as many as I could, because the berries and flowers could be used to make more paint. After collecting some delectable juicy flowers and berries,I circled back to the large tree I set up at. I sat peacefully, back against the tree trunk, watching the trees blow in the wind as I crunched the juicy berries between my teeth leaving me with stained lips.
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•some of my favorite “spooky” artworks.
first up is “Girl with Death Mask” by Frida Kahlo, second is “The Smiling Spider” by Odilion Redon, third is “The Scream” by Edvard Munch and last is “The Garden of Earthly Delights” by Hieronymus Bosch !
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