February 2019

And another dark little tale from 2014. It actually gives me the creeps now… 😉

August 2014

I just felt like it 🙂 (and my neck hurts ;-)):

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to heal” for this writing prompt:

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

“Ahhhhh” I could not stop myself from sighing when I leaned back on our bulky lime green sofa. A little fire crackled in front of me in the tiny fireplace.

I also let the warmth of the mug of green tea in my hands flow through my hands. The tenseness of my neck slowly released itself. As usual, I moved my head down towards the left shoulder first then towards the right. I just ignored the rasping sound some of the disks in my upper neck made whenever I do this. It released more tension.

My feet are up on an ivy green leather footstool and I can feel the fire’s heat through my thick woollen socks. “There is no place like home” shoots through my mind and I inadvertently knock my heels together….

and wake up on an ice-cold metal bed without any mattress or duvet on it. My head is in a funny upward position and something stone hard holds it. My bare feet touch the metal poles at the end of the bed. They are in metal chains. “Ah, she comes to…” harsh voices whisper in my ears….”

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