A veil of illusion binds him. His snowy hair and onyx eyes belie his age. Fair of face and manner, only the beauty of his voice compares. He walks as if on wing, his feet barely touching the earth.
Fairytales and legends he whispers in my ear. Myths of Druid spells, witches and enchanted swans, of stolen children and curses broken by love’s first kiss.
In his arms I lie, breathing him in as his stories fill my dreams. The world falls away, and all that remains a single white feather nestled between my breasts. A son of Lir transformed.
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Myth.’
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Pure poetry! I love it. I enjoyed this more each time I read it. Also, great image in the post’s header.
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Absolutely gorgeous!
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I am in love with the language you used. It makes for a beautiful entry.
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haunting…it’s no wonder you frequently get chosen as the pic of the week. You have a way with words that is magical.
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Beautiful writing. Every word.
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“In his arms I lie, breathing him in as his stories fill my dreams” The fairytale perfect dream love. Amazing writing.
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I like this SO much – this is the kind of thing that speaks to me – directly.
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I love reading these posts. Sometimes the words are so lyrical I forget to pay attention to the story and have to go back and read it again 😉
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“snowy hair and onyx eyes”…that took me into the place you were writing.
I like the Middle Ageish feel and dreamy prose.
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