The Naked Spiritualist
Bio
Cascading through Consciousness - Soul-Mapper and Bridger of Worlds.
Stories (6/0)
Tendril Curl
The Whispering Tree ‘Treeeee-eeee. Ccome out here Tree,’ a whisper beckoned to Tarney. The young boy cascaded into his winter boots, somehow managing to avoid knocking himself over or scrapping himself on one of the many obstacles, even while coming in from several angles all at once!
By The Naked Spiritualist3 years ago in Fiction
Take It or Leave It
Like ‘a bull in a China shop,’ smashing up all the cups and saucers - that’s the first thing that comes to mind when I think about my sister being a Taurus. The next thing - a sensory vision of her standing close to me, kind of higher up by about half-a-face, puking all over me. It’s not physical vomit though, it’s yet another one of many emotional purges, where I am the bucket. Gross, projectile spewing at proximity, filling my whole being! And then, once the purge is complete, just as though nothing ever happened, relieved, she spins on her heels and bounces away, free as a bird.
By The Naked Spiritualist3 years ago in Humans