Washed ashore after a storm, a crone found me and pulled the algae from my skin. She tossed them into the sand, despite their mournful cries, and brought me to live with her in the forest for many years.
On her deathbed, she confided there was treasure hidden deep within the woods. After searching, I found a giant oyster in a cave, containing a shimmering ball gown. I slipped into the dress and was pulled outside, flying forward until I came to an azure horizon.
I waved, and the seaweed reached for my hand to lead me home.
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Tracy Kreuzburg
I love reading, writing and storytelling, and using stories to convey truths. I feel this is a platform that will encourage me to write my stories, I also have an interest in connecting written work to art.
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The Sixth Raven
An odd number of messengers, hovering above the taut high wire, were in her sight. She was at risk, approaching this unkindness, having no wings to brandish, holding a circular, silken canopy that glistened in the rain like a distorted black mirror.
By Tracy Kreuzburg about a year ago in Fiction
Impatiens for the Soul
Content Warning: Mention of mental illness Impatiens for the Soul D. A. Ratliff Looking down at the colorful blooms bursting out of their pots, I remembered when my mother and I first planted these together. A lot of water has flowed since then—water for the impatiens and tears for me.
By D. A. Ratliff5 days ago in Fiction
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This was beautifully simple and endlessly symbolic, like a Grimm's fairy tale with a Neil Gaiman-like wistfulness! No wonder J enshrined you in the comments of my CREATION MYTH! https://vocal.media/poets/creation-myth-m8dm0x8d
Epic, yet succinct. Like you wove a tapestry from spider's silk.