The Wolf Stain
I fall to my knees at the empty den, tears blurring my vision. My mother and litter-mates are gone, the blueberry bushes broken and stripped of leaves…
Dreams: a process of translation
Though the magnificent mush of brains we have in our noggins blend together things that sometime have plot and definition, dreams are just a process of cleaning out our memories and storing the important stuff to convert to long term memory. But some dreams are just too incredible to ignore or feel like they have this incredible, deep meaning or metaphor hiding away. I've had too many of those, so vividly... I challenge you to write with the inspiration from a dream you've had. If you're like some of my friends, and you don't remember your dreams at all, draw inspiration from dreams you've heard others talk about. In the comments, give your reader a little background on your story and the inspiration for it. Enjoy yourself! Sweet dreams.
Challengers
2 entriesDreaming Lately
I’m late. I know I’m late. The gravel crunches under my boots as I turn another corner. If this place weren’t so monotonous I might have a clue where I was…