Just attempting to get some daily writing in to help me feel motivated to work on my novel ideas or DND campaigns
Just attempting to get some daily writing in to help me feel motivated to work on my novel ideas or DND campaigns
The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. I can feel a prickling deep within my spine, slowly working its way to my shoulders and along the folded joints of my wings. Despite their eagerness, they stay wrapped around me. The tree at the labyrinth’s center mocks me, a sprawling coiling mass of vines and bark that stands as a glowing beacon impossible to reach. Impossible.. I feel that prickle again. I can’t even remember the last time I used these wings for anything other than warmth, but I need to find a way to reach her, and playing the games of some maze isn’t going to be it. I take a deep breath, my wings falling to the side before unfurling to their full length. I study them a moment, white and speckled, fuzzy like a moth, and a tad smaller than they should be. I have them a few good slow flaps, feeling the wind be pushed down and around them, generating a good breeze and kicking up the dust beneath my feet. For a second I feel the pull of the current bring me to my toes, then back down again. “Okay.” I tell myself, setting my wings straight out. I take off forward for as long as the maze will let me. The current catching beneath my wings as a wall of the maze gets closer and closer. I close my eyes and leap without thinking, partially bracing for impact, but it doesn’t come. Instead of open my eyes to the maze now beneath me, my wings holding me safely aloft. I try to push higher before anything else changes, my sites set on the tree. The rest of the world seems to fade away, and perhaps it does, as the tree finally becomes attainable. I find a branch to collapse onto for a moment, my wings burning. The tree is, warm, oddly enough, and covered sweet smelling flowers. From this point is feels more peaceful. I take a moment to rest my head against the large trunk, looking up into its branches above me. “I know you’re up there somewhere, Ellie.” I say to myself, and hopefully to her, “I promise I’ll get you out.”
The yawning dawn I hear the birds call me As my rays stretch over the horizon. My golden warmth Chases the moon back And illuminates all still asleep. With puffy white clouds And a gentle spring breeze The morning greets you at your door. Soon a smell of coffee And breakfast downstairs Will rouse you from your sleep. With my rays cutting through Your windows and blinds To gild all in gold that you love.
As gentle as can be With blades beneath my feet I feel my balance wavering with only that first step Your grip is tight and welcoming Your smile warm against the ice You watch me with such patience And pull me closer holding tight. I fall a bit and stumble more Like a new born deer, legs still sore But you pick me up and kiss my cheek And we try again
Stand like this, you mimic for me And slide away from the stance I stare at my feet as I try to keep up But slowly I glide a few paces back. You try to let go of my iron grip hand Or pull me away from the wall’s edge But slowly with time I promise you this I’ll let go, and skate to you Even if it means we fall again.
A magic soft and silent still Not of tricks or fantastic thrills I toil away over a hearth, my stove Welcoming all into my grove
Ingredients simple and easy to find Garlic, basil, rosemary, and thyme Grinded down and boiled in a pot Aromatic flavors that will soon hit the spot
I find a smile will creep upon your face Even if you find yourself in a very dark place Warming you up from deep within your soul It pleases me, of course, to feed you a second bowl.
Worry not my little one For this is a job that’s never done But make haste and make with your heart And your magic will certaintly make its mark.
I always enjoyed disappearing into these woods when the world became too much. The way the foliage seemed to wrap around me made me feel sheltered and secure. It was quiet, but buzzing just loud enough to remind me there was life hidden in the tall grass and overgrown brush, never alone. The ground shifted and crunched beneath my feet. Layers of autumns from years past creaking their joints for my auditory pleasure as I lumbered with the bark beside me. Beams of sunlight cut through the overhang like spotlights on a stage, illuminating mushrooms and flowers over wise obscured and unnoticed.
I paused a moment when I felt I had walked deep enough and breathed. The air was crisp and filled my lungs in such an inviting way I couldn’t help but smile. I felt the wind blow past me as I took another breath, the forest breathing with me for a moment. The dampness of the earth squished beneath my shoes as I pressed forward once more, returning my awareness to the landmarks I’d memorized. A tree twisted into a knot, a pair of mushrooms far too tall, and a perfectly round clearing just off to my right, a perfect place to stargaze. With one last glance over my shoulder I’d knew I made it out of the woods, and one step into Forgnox. The buzz of the town immediately drowning out the buzz of the creatures now further and further behind me.
