Here's another short for 3WW. The words are fondle, kick and sumptuous.
Bits and pieces of dream lingered like morsels of forgotten feasts. An unknown beast. Doorways.
Awakening was like standing on a dock at dawn, the dream boxed in an underwater crate attached to a thick rope, the kind she could never climb. Whenever she managed to retrieve the crate and break it open its contents flooded her like a treasure from the otherworld.
Fondling strange ears. Wariness and fascination. The hairless tiger chased her and shot pieces of claw like throwing stars that glowed when they struck locked doors that kicked open to endless stairways and empty rooms. The tiger broke apart into doves that filled the air in sumptuous flurry. A snowstorm on a mountaintop.
A secret gift.
9 comments:
"Bits and pieces of dream lingered like morsels of forgotten feasts."
That sentence really sets the table for your bounty of fantastic images! Pun intended, of course. That would make a wonderful animation. Nicely done.
This was magical, and had such imagery...you captured the strange vividness of dreams in a wonderful way!
This is so good on so many levels. something, I think, that's a little different from your other work. And I like it.
Dreams are that way, aren't they? you put it so well!
A nice read!
What a lovely piece. Love the images.
effing BRILLIANT!!!!
Such visuals! This is Excellent.
Wonderful read. Too true.
Dear Purple Houses,
This is fantastic.
As MichaelO notes, that first sets the mood for the piece. And then you descend (ascend?) into dream time. Even the grammar becomes diaphanous. Clipped. Fragmentary. Dream like.
And, thus, the first paragraph plunges this reader into a happy REM state with images sliding and slicking and bursting around us.
I really, really enjoyed this.
I cannot believe it has taken me a whole week to go visiting all the 3WW sites. This is a treasure. Well done, Purple Houses, well done.
Tschuess,
Chris
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