There are stories whispered about the old mausoleum.
There are tales passed from ear to eager ear until they become smooth and warm from the many voices they have held in their grasp. There are legends whispered in the not-quite-darkness of a night teetering into the brink of groggy dawn. When sleep evades you, think of the mausoleum, they say. Think of the volatile beauty tethered to the yawning tees; of the exquisite darkness tucked just around the corner of the path where the last faded footprint dared to tread.
The night lives in the mausoleum, they say. When the birds roost, when the moon glistens, when the stars glare down from a distant sky, the hour of darkness arises. Do not venture from behind locked doors, they say, for this is the night’s territory. They say he plucks shreds of sleep from the air, pacing and clawing out of the cage of skin that perpetually surrounds a soul he has no need for. They say he is the song raging fierce and unfathomable in the deepest folds of your being. They say he is the past, littered with half-forgotten mistakes and the treacherous daydreams of words always balanced on the tip of your tongue. They say he is the pockets of silence that mean everything and nothing. They say that he is capable of morphing into your wildest dreams – and that he much prefers the taste of nightmares.
There are stories whispered about the old mausoleum, of the shadows with no form behind them that perpetually lurk in the spaces between heartbeats. Beware, they whisper. Beware the night and his castle, the cracked cobblestones, the trees sighing unheard warnings to the wind – for sleep is not the only thing that the night can luck from the air. When the wind howls, when the stars glare, beware a man with no soul who sits forevermore, trapped amongst the nightmares of his prey. Beware a figure that reigns from a crumbling stone mausoleum until the pink rays of the new born sun banish him to the ground once more.
***Thank you to Topaz Winters for this wonderful guest post. Please visit her page here http://topazwinters.wordpress.com/ and let her know what you thought of her piece.
Do you have days when you wake up in the morning, and you want to post something on your blog, but don’t know what? Then you spend time thinking about different topics, browsing the internet hoping to find something interesting to write about, or my personal favorite, take a shower and think about it all over again.
I decided to give you some writing prompts and topics. Go ahead and use the topics to create your own post.
Topic 1: Write a letter to yourself five years ago. (let your imagination soar with this one, this can be a great post)
Topic 2: If you had the power to change things around in the world, whether past events or current, for only 2 things, what would you change and why? (think big or small. You are in charge of the world)
Topic 3: She came home from work. Very tired, very hungry. Staying up and finishing the project for her work all night last night was difficult. Finally she is home. She lives alone. All the lights of her apartment are off as she left them, but she can hear whispers in the darkness….(create your own story! It can be any genre, any length, short story, long one, flash fiction, whatever you want. This is just a prompt to get you to write.)
Let me know if you liked this idea, and if you intend to use any of topics.
This is a post by one of my favorite bloggers on here. I can always count on getting true and honest viewpoints from him. He is not politically correct, but I love that he is not afraid to express his opinions. Here are some of his words of wisdom for bloggers out there
Originally posted on HarsH ReaLiTy:
I don’t work for WordPress. I have seen some comments speculating that I do… which I find amusing since if I did indeed work for WordPress I probably wouldn’t be blogging so much would I? I think it is people trying to find an “excuse” for why other people are successful. I read a long string of reasons why they feel their own website isn’t worth reading so I thought it would be fun to compare and contrast some of the more popular ones.
“My website is plain and I don’t even own my domain. No one would want to visit my blog.” The only think I paid for was my domain. I still use a FREE template and all customizations done on this website were done by me. It took time and effort, but it was worth learning “how.” You can use excuses all day to explain why people…
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Are you a suspicious person by nature? I am not. I am not even the scared kind, which I guess is not a good thing. Point being, I’ll take a walk by myself at night, or go for a run. Sometimes it annoys me when people are afraid of the shadows or think everyone is out to get them. This morning, however, something happened that blew my convictions away. I have come to realize that I am not as immune to the “suspicious” gene as I thought I was.
I have a two month old husky, and if you know huskies, you know they need a lot of exercise. So this morning around seven o’clock, I took my puppy out for a walk/run by the park that’s right across from my house. While there, I met a man, who was also there with his dogs. Our puppies played together for a while, then we started talking. I usually don’t mind striking a conversation with strangers, and I have made good connections that way. Something about the conversation with this man did not sit well with me. He was probably in his late thirties, early forties. At first the conversation was all about the dogs, “how old is he”, “how much do you have to exercise him”, ” how much he eats” etc.
Then out of nowhere he asked me where I live. I pointed in the general direction of my house, and said “there”. Few minutes later, he asked me if I have a key? I was confused for a second because I didn’t know what he meant by that. “What key?” “A key to your house” he said. I don’t know why he asked this, or why I felt alarmed, but I did not feel safe at the moment, so I lied and said that my husband’s at home, so I don’t need a key. (I am engaged, not married yet, but I thought if he was in some weird way trying to “hit” on me, then the idea of marriage should hold him back”). As I was trying to get my puppy so we could go home, he asked me if I will bring my puppy to play tomorrow. I did not answer his question, just made some excuse and went home quickly.
Has something like this happened to you before when you felt alarmed for no good reason? Do you think I overreacted? Let me know your thoughts.