Rachel's Floetry

  • Prompt: Mystic

    A selfish merchant loved his coin more than his selfless wife. His mistake was made plain. A restless year after she died. He climbed a thousand staircases to seek the old mystic. “Please,” the merchant begged. “Take my gold coin! My silks! My diamonds!” “I wish to see her at the expense of my luxuries.”…

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  • Prompt: History

    History starts with an invader’s vow. A dim man. His dim men. Their lavish scow. A trespasser’s wretched flag. Stabbed it into foreign sands. History ends. The fool, dead by arrow. Art: Newell Convers Wyeth (1882-1945)

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  • Prompt: Discombobulate

    Oh! My days! What was that blasted phrase! Oh, damnation! Dagnabbit incantation! Must’ve spilled a little grog on my magic tomes’ pages. Hell’s teeth! Curse my mispronounced sorcery. The result? An enchanted travesty. The hex, meant to plunder my rival of rest. Just a few days. Instead, a discombobulated rabbit, he became. A summons from…

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  • Prompt: Dream

    A freshly baked blueberry pie rested on his doorstep. What floundering tippler misplaced this pastry at first light? He jested, perhaps it was left with intention — sans-poison. Crafted with affection? Hah! Nothing, but a dream, he gleaned. No lady could ever love a beast as frightening as he. A feminine squeak. She unceremoniously toppled…

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  • Prompt: Euphoria

    The seas’ susurrous seductions summon ashmen, where the seas and skies are seamless. With silver pendants, they sail Galleons seeking conquest beyond the shallow shores. Days of starvation. A pretty maiden. An oasis, to heedless seafarers. She charms the masts towards sharp crags. Death is — like icy spikes, then euphoric slumber. Art belongs to…

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  • Prompt: Ethereal

    It ensnares wanderers, the forlorn road. A meandering rowan berry grove. The fae’s realm, ethereal. Mystical. Arboreal. A dark, and mirthless timelessness forebode.

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  • Prompt: Rage

    She plants her boots until she’s rooted, and ready to engage. The axe on her shoulder wielded by solid hands — a resolve to match. A demon adversary with Goosander fangs enters the fray. With mottled purple flesh, like Gloxinia Empresses, poised to attack. A towering wolf. His fur, and the fog, are the same…

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  • Prompt: Intertwine

    By morn, my son returns. His memory fragmentary. In the thickest of nights, he leaves. Hypnotized. To the depths of the wilderness, lured by a melody. I worry about the strange emptiness in his eyes. “I am at ease in the arms of my beloved,” he assures me. My son and his wife, their fates…

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  • Prompt: Sublime

    Her village, nothing more than scorched wood on a map. A cursed land. Mother says she owes her life to the wolves. At eighteen, sturdy, and ripe, she chops lumber, and lifts her axe with limber ease. The wind scratching her cheeks, so sublime, she fails to heed eventide until she hears them. Demons. Prowling…

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  • Prompt: Memory

    Her earliest memory. Burning lumber, and strangled screams. He feels as solid as hickory. The heady smell of soil, and the comfort of matted emery fur under her belly as she hangs bonelessly — draped over him like a mantle. Running. Running. Running. Two umber eyes are the last kindness she sees. Her adopted mother…

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