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Oh look - it's Insomnia again...
Well, the LARP was tons o' fun. I really was not expecting all of the plot twists that were available...some, of course, never came to fruition. The game ended with all of us dying so that was kind of a bummer, but what are you going to do? None of us was able to uncover that particular evil plot. I was too busy dealing with a ghost of an innocent person who was hanged that I had accused of witchcraft to notice that someone else was demon possessed. After the game play all was revealed and I was delighted and surprised to discover at least 4 very imaginative story threads I had been completely unaware of during game play. Of the witches currently convicted and awaiting execution only one was actually a witch and she was gotten quite by accident. There were actually a couple of other witches floating about but they weren't under any suspicion. The actual witch trials in the story line had very little to do with actual witchcraft and more to do with greed. All in all it was a superbly complex and entertaining game.
I realized that a while back I told you about my "homework" from my writing group to write a 250 word story that included five specific words: spot, ocean, hypnogogic, miasma, and disembowelment. All the members present that particular evening chose a word - mine was....any guesses?...yes, disembowelment. ;) Anywho - thought I'd share my little mini-story with you all. It turned out a little angsty but here it is:
Embrace
Ardra looked out over the dark expanse of the ocean. The lapping waves should have been calming, almost hypnogogic. But Ardra's soul was in turmoil. This was the exact spot. She was certain.
Why was she returning to this place? What kind of emotional disembowelment was she searching out? Did she think she could put the past behind her by reliving his rejection? Did part of her hope that he would be here, waiting for her? Not in real life, never in real life, only in her dreams.
This was where she had told him she loved him. He had been kind, he always was. He broke her heart as gently as possible. Better he had shattered it into a thousand pieces with harsh words. Then she would have at least had anger as a weapon to combat the heartache.
She still loved him. Loved him with an intensity that scared her. Ardra tried unsuccessfully to push away the miasma of pain that engulfed her. There was no way they would be together but they would never be apart. That reality tore her apart inside.
He should have had the courtesy to fade quietly out of her life, to allow their friendship to fade and be carried away by the wind. Instead he had the audacity to fall in love with and marry her sister. The wedding was over. Despair and agony beckoned to her with mangled hands. She took one last breath and walked forward into their cold embrace.
I realized that a while back I told you about my "homework" from my writing group to write a 250 word story that included five specific words: spot, ocean, hypnogogic, miasma, and disembowelment. All the members present that particular evening chose a word - mine was....any guesses?...yes, disembowelment. ;) Anywho - thought I'd share my little mini-story with you all. It turned out a little angsty but here it is:
Embrace
Ardra looked out over the dark expanse of the ocean. The lapping waves should have been calming, almost hypnogogic. But Ardra's soul was in turmoil. This was the exact spot. She was certain.
Why was she returning to this place? What kind of emotional disembowelment was she searching out? Did she think she could put the past behind her by reliving his rejection? Did part of her hope that he would be here, waiting for her? Not in real life, never in real life, only in her dreams.
This was where she had told him she loved him. He had been kind, he always was. He broke her heart as gently as possible. Better he had shattered it into a thousand pieces with harsh words. Then she would have at least had anger as a weapon to combat the heartache.
She still loved him. Loved him with an intensity that scared her. Ardra tried unsuccessfully to push away the miasma of pain that engulfed her. There was no way they would be together but they would never be apart. That reality tore her apart inside.
He should have had the courtesy to fade quietly out of her life, to allow their friendship to fade and be carried away by the wind. Instead he had the audacity to fall in love with and marry her sister. The wedding was over. Despair and agony beckoned to her with mangled hands. She took one last breath and walked forward into their cold embrace.
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By saying you're a witch - what exactly do you mean? One of my closest friends is wiccan but that's not necessarily the same thing. I'm not 100% comfortable with witchcraft at this point in my life and I'm probably never going to be someone who would be comfortable casting a spell, but I'm open to learning *about* new things though.
Heck, a few months ago I was completely freaked out by ghosts and now I'm fairly comfortable with the ones that haunt Dave & Dave's place. Of course, they're benign ones who only occassionally become mischeivious in small, non-threatening ways. Mostly they just like making their presence known - when they do Dave & Dave talk to them and that seems to make them happy. Perhaps they're just lonely or just want someone to acknowledge their existence.
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Well I don't dance naked under a full moon or anything :) I don't claim a religion, but identify with the teachings of Wicca. I'm a solitary and actually, I think a lot of the wiccan elite would frown upon my practice. I hardly ever cast circles, I have no pagan or otherwise diety's that I claim, etc. I seldom do spells but when I do, they are for protection of my self, my family or my house, or for some other like reason. Similar to praying really though I may light a candle and burn a certain incense. I like to work with herbs more than anything though still a novice at that, what with being in school, raising a three year old and another on the way, I don't make a lot of time for my studies.
Um...lets see...I do have small celebrations on the pagan holidays, but we celebrate the christian ones too. For example, we colored eggs this year the sunday before easter for Ostara but the easter bunny still came on easter. And if someone I know is having a hard time, such as some do in one of the wiccan LJ communities I belong to, I will light a candle for them just to keep them in my thoughts. And they have done the same for me, for example I think the last time I asked for help was on my way to my first prenatal visit. I had suffered three miscarriages and really wanted some support from anywhere I could get it, because I was terrified that nothing would show on the first ultra sound, or that there would be no heartbeat. And I have to say, I felt them all with me when I went, as well as the prayers from my family.
I guess that's about it. I don't believe in Satan, or the christain god, but I respect and support my friends who do. It's hard to explain what I believe in, it's more of a creative force with half being male and half female (god and goddess, most say) I believe in the good and evil in everyone. I'm a believer in ghosts and all that jazz. I'm glad you aren't afraid to expand your horizons!
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