“A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.”
―Dylan Thomas
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Today's Prompt:
You open your front door and step into another world.
Regina's 15 minutes:
The handle turned in my hand and that was the last thing that made sense. The door shoved towards me, blown by a great warm gust of wind. I staggered against it, stepped through and yanked the door closed behind me before my brain could take stock of the world around me.
My mouth fell open as I looked around. My front step, the cement sidewalk that ran along the front, my planter where strawberries and peas fought for my attention was still there but everything beyond it was gone. I turned back to the house and tried the door, but I knew what was behind it – I had no idea what lay beyond in the magical world beyond my front door. I took a deep breath and turned to face it.
My house seemed to be floating, in an infinite sky of pink. To my right the pink faded to black with icy stars shining bright in a massive patch of sky, as if the night held permanent hold over part of the heavens.
To my left, a golden sunrise gilded the puffy white clouds that dotted the horizon in 365 degrees. As far as I could see the sky turned from dawn to noon, to dusk to midnight in a twisting swirling maze of perfect balance. One of the clouds drifted close and bumped into the porch with a solid thump. I blinked and thought, “No way! It would be crazy to even try...” but as the next cloud drifted closer, I took hold of the pillar holding up the roof and reached out with one foot. Gingerly I tapped on the cloud and found it yielded slightly under my toe, then stopped with a solid knock. I shoved against it, expecting it to dip under my weight. It floated firmly on. With a whispered prayer to deities I was not sure existed, I stepped out onto a cloud, eyes squeezed tight shut, then didn’t fall to my death. I squinted open one eye and realized I was floating away from my front door. The sky above me grew larger and larger as the house shrank off into my past.
“I hope I don’t regret this,” I thought then shook the negative twinge away. A universe opened up on my front door. If that wasn’t a sign from the universe I don’t know what was. It was time to get brave and step into the beyond. I propped my fists on my hips in my best superhero impersonation, boldly staring into the great beyond when my cloud dipped forward tumbling me with a squishy thud onto my ass.
I gasped as the cloud rushed downwards, picking up speed like a roller coaster. I clutched at its sides and screamed first in terror, then in delight as it swooped and soared through the stunning sky. I threw my hands in the air and felt as safe and secure, as loved and as cherished as I had ever felt in my life. The cloud picked up speed till my eyes teared, then swing us into a loopty-loop that took my breath away with pure joy. It raced and spun and held me safe and secure in its squishy cloudy hold. Pure love pulsed out of the cloud and I knew I was okay. Truely okay. Loved and accepted and worthy and appreciated. I was blessed and cherished and safe. I would be worthy of love and attention, affection and joy with every breath, not because of anything I had done, but because of who I am, that I exist. I am so perfect, so utterly me, so authentic, so real, so whole, so present, so joyous, so adored, so very very perfect.
The cloud twisted and turned and from the billowing clouds in front of us, I noticed a flash of metal in the clouds. As we drew closer, I noticed it was a city. A city of trees and flowers and stone cottages, and bronze statues, and fixtures, rivers of crystal blue water flowed through it, and everywhere people bustled running stalls, and carts, hawking their wares and doing business in the massive square. The cloud brought me to the edge of the village and dipped low enough to drop me off. I stood, still feeling the utter love and acceptance pulsing off the cloud, and now from the plants and buildings and people of this village. I turned to the cloud, suddenly very aware of my bland t-shirt and jeans when the people here wore leather and capes, elaborate headpieces and jewelry. It looked like something a cross between a mediaeval faire and a cosplay convention – but perfect, pristine, real metal and leather and dragon scales. The cloud shimmered for a moment and I felt swept all over by a warm summer breeze. The wind ruffled my hair and when I looked down again I was astonished to see I was dressed as a Viking shield maiden, leather and furs and weapons at my sides, a long sweeping cape of violent red around my shoulders with a large hood. I reached up and touched my hair, that was now elaborately braided and platted into a faux hawk. I tipped over one of the clear blue stream that seemed to pour into nothingness off the edge of the cloud and saw my face was painted with black paint, a harsh line across my eyes with twin points drawing down below each lid. I looked fierce and beautiful and like I belonged. The cloud shimmered at me again and I knew my next stop would be to see the all seeing crone. The cloud did not speak in words, but shared perfect complete knowledge directly through my soul.
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Snow White and the Wicked Curse: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
The final chapter, Snow White and the Poisoned Apple.
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Snow White and the Wicked Queen: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
Snow White and the Poisoned Apple: The Final Chapter
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