tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post8041980661433625287..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday July 17th, 2017Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-87521133477655536232017-08-05T02:18:10.129-07:002017-08-05T02:18:10.129-07:00Greg - winter is slowly gaining favor in my brain....Greg - winter is slowly gaining favor in my brain. But the fresh fruits of summer are battling hard.<br /><br />Great details in your continuation. I especially like your continued use of the drums throughout. And the turn at the end was delightfully unexpected :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-30443533868880315402017-07-19T22:09:44.704-07:002017-07-19T22:09:44.704-07:00See, winter wins again! You don't get poor ai...See, winter wins again! You don't get poor air quality in winter, and you appreciate fires then too :)<br />Hmm, a fascinating start, just enough to get us all wondering where this is going, hints that nothing is going to be as expected, and then a cliffhanger! Let's see some more about this ritual then....<br /><br /><b>Continued...</b><br />The hierophant steps forward, holding a glass bowl filled with a red liquid. The bass-note of the drums is so loud that the surface is quivering in time to it. The smell of smoke is whisked away for a moment and I smell... pear drops?... and then the woody, slightly acrid smell is back again. My eyes water.<br />Someone nudges me. They're not gentle. I realise I should step forward, but then someone to my left does, and someone to my right pushes past me. A queue is forming and I'm being left out. I feel a moment of panic, and then I shuffle across. I'm maybe fifth in line now and it feels like I'm standing on someone's toes, but the drum-beat is too loud to hear anything else.<br />The first person in line takes the glass bowl and the hierophant -- looks surprised? I can see shock in her eyes, which is all of her face that I can see, the rest is covered by a soft white mask of something silky. The person at the front -- I recognise her hair now, I think it's Jillian, drinks deeply from the bowl.<br />And then drops it.<br />Red splatters everywhere. Jillian collapses.<br />The drums stop, but they've been so loud that I still can't hear anything. People are starting to scream but it's like they're screaming in the next room.<br />I pick the bowl up, puzzled. It's cracked but not broken and the red liquid left is viscous and sticky. I touch it, sniff my finger. <i>Nail polish</i>. Jillian's gone and drunk a good decilitre of nail polish.<br />O.M.G.<br />My hearing is coming back now, and I can hear the heirophant talking to someone on a phone.<br />"...idiot. Graduation is ruined for the whole class now."<br />I can feel anger welling up inside me.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.com