Golden Beings (Black as Ink, part 5 of 5)

Read Black as Ink, part 4 here.

I felt calm, at peace. I did believe him. Magic had to be real. I mean, here I was looking at some sort of dinosaur thing that was talking to me. Telepathically.

I suddenly realized I wanted to go with him. I don't know why, or how it was going to work, but somehow I knew everything would be okay. I reached out my hand to him, resting it lightly on his cheek and he grinned.

"Welcome home," he breathed.

I blinked and my surroundings had changed. I was underwater, but breathing fine. I looked down at myself and I was no longer a body. I was like him, for he was no longer a body either. We were beings of golden light. We were smiling at each other, not with lips and teeth, but with an energy that was palpable. We could now go wherever we wanted and nothing could hurt us.

We explored the deep of the loch together. And we were happy.

The End.
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Thus ends this particular freewriting experiment.
FYI, each chapter was scribbled down in five minutes, but then edited for another five minutes.

Yellow Glowing Eyes (Black as Ink, part 4)

Here is part 4 of my freewriting exercise.
Read Black as Ink, part 3 here.

So the stories were true. This was the infamous waterhorse. I held my breath, not knowing what to expect, but nothing happened. We just stared at each other for a moment. His face was kind and he had curious yellow glowing eyes. Don't ask me how I knew it was a he. I just did. He nodded at me and I nodded back, in shock. He tilted his head in question and I knew what he was asking. Maybe it was telepathy.  He wanted me to go with him and become his wife. How was that even possible? A human/dragon romance would never work! 

I shook my head. "I'm a different species! I breathe air. How could I ever be your wife?" 

He smiled at me. "I am magic," he said. "Anything is possible if you believe."
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Just believe, y'all.

Read Black as Ink, part 5 here.

White Blinding Light (Black as Ink, part 3)

My friend posts the most gorgeous nature photos. How can you not be inspired?

The five minute freewriting exercise continues.
Read Black as Ink, part 2 here.

There were no sounds, not a tweet or a chirp or a hum. I couldn't even hear the water lapping against the boat anymore. That could've been due to the fact it wasn't moving. The loch was smooth as glass. I reached out to touch the water, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. The mist surrounding me went from blueish to a blinding white, almost like a spotlight. I felt like I was in that old movie, The Truman Show. I expected to hear the voice of God (or my producer) any moment. Instead, the fog began to part and I found myself staring into the face of an animal, the likes of which I had never seen.

This is fun! I like giving myself short bursts of time. It takes away some of the pressure. I don't have to be perfect. I just need to write something.

Have a great day!

Read Black as Ink, part 4 here.

Blue Swirling Smoke (Black as Ink, part 2)

A friend posted this gorgeous photo of the sky and it inspired me.
Here is a continuation of Black as Ink...

As I thought about the possibility of passing through to another dimension or something, I gave thanks for the large quantity of food in my backpack. My sail across the large Scottish lake was supposed to last only a few hours, but I hadn't been able to decide what to bring with me. At the Little Nessie Shop there were so many goodies to choose from. At least I wouldn't go hungry for awhile. As I reached for a bottle of mineral water, I froze. A bluish grey smoke or mist started growing around me. I shivered and pulled my windbreaker tight. It's just a fog bank, I thought. Then everything became eerily quiet.

Until the next inspirational photo, have a good night.

Read Black as Ink, part 3.

Black as Ink

Last night I mentioned the phrase that kept going through my mind, the night was black as ink. Let's see what I can come up with in five minutes. Ding!

The night was black as ink. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, even as I lifted it towards me, bumping my nose. It had been two days since I set sail in this little boat in an attempt to cross the loch. I suppose it was bigger than I had realized. I hadn't seen the shore since yesterday. Maybe the wind was just blowing me around in circles. Or perhaps I had passed through that portal the locals whispered about.

Ooh, spooky, eh?

Okay, I am patting myself on the back for at least making an attempt to write something this morning. Maybe I will do that from now on, give myself five minutes to concoct an intriguing first paragraph. If it leads to something more, cool. If not, no big deal. I will have fulfilled my writing assignment.

Now go do something intriguing today!

Update! I have continued this story. If you enjoyed it, read Black as Ink, part 2 here!