the vision

…this time i chose a few words relating to
the element of * w a t e r *
for my current “story snippet”….

here’s the words:

water
flow
compassion
love
imagination
chalice
emotion
drop
sanctuary
depth
mystery
psychic
scry
sensitive

and here’s the story snippet that i wrote using those words…..

“the vision”

i had always been sensitive
i had always been psychic
even as a small child i was able to see things

i was able to scry
before i even knew what the word meant

i always had the ability to see images in pools of water
visions of things that soon became real

peering deep into a chalice filled with wine
i could see an impending duel
i felt the explosive rage
the heavy breath
and the sweat and shake
of each pace and step
i knew who would win
and i knew
who would
die

in the kitchen
with one glance into a pot
bubbling with chicken broth
i could tell who would be lovers
i could feel the intense emotional attachment
and i knew whether or not there would be a child
i knew if it would be a slight boy
with black hair and soulful brown eyes
or if it would be an adventurous girl
with golden hair and eyes of blue

in the sanctuary
standing quietly
gazing
into the stillness of the holy water
i could see the ethereal light of angels
i could feel their deep compassion
and the constant all encompassing flow of their unwavering love
when i simply stood
and looked so deeply
within

i had always been able to see the images
feel the emotions
and know the meaning
of what i saw

until one day
when i was lost within the forest
i had wandered too far off
the earthen path

i came across a small still pool
fed by a narrow spring
the filtered sunlight sprinkled sparkles of light across the pool
which scattered into glittering shards
as a few faint bits of a breeze marred the smooth surface
the energy of the place felt odd to me
somewhat mysterious
and strangely
off center

i peered deep into the water
at first
it was simply black
i saw no images as i gazed into the still pool
i decided to refresh the surface by tossing in a small pebble
sometimes this worked to provide
greater clarity to an image

the tiny stone plunked into the center of the pool
flinging
a
single
d r o p
of water
high
up
into the air
before
landing
back with a
splash

the pebble floated
for a moment
then sank
into the deep dark water
and i heard
a strange sucking sound

the air felt heavy
with magic
i wanted to stay
i wanted to flee
but my curiosity was too strong
the mysterious pool revealed a set of surreal images
a flock of ravens circling in flight
hands raised
fires burning
voices muttering indistinct
incantations

i felt terror pounding in my heart
for once in my life
i didn’t understand what i saw
but i knew that the images
were real
it was not simply my imagination

i also instinctually knew
that the vision
demanded immediate action
i just wasn’t sure
what i
needed to do now……………..

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith…. The Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

……………………….…..weaving fibers & fables………….

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playing with fire

This week I chose as my theme the element of fire. Here’s the 15 words that I chose which inspired my current story snippet….

the words:

fire
candle
flame
lumen
impulsive
heat
pure
force
spark
freedom
burst
primal
vivid
enchantment
tale

and here’s the story snippet that I wrote…..using those words:

“playing with fire”

she knew she shouldn’t have

o p e n e d

the tiny ancient
wooden
box

but her impulsive nature took control
of her actions

she couldn’t resist
taking one peek
at the * s p a r k * of enchantment
contained inside

she gasped as she saw the vivid luminous ball inside

“one touch, that’s all” she told herself
as she reached for it
knowing that wouldn’t be enough

the heat of magic tingled on her fingertips
as she lifted the feather weight sparkling ball from the box

the ball rose
a few inches above her open palm
hovering for a moment
levitating
then it shot across the room
to the west
to the east
to the north
to the south
then up
to the ceiling
then down
to the floor

as she watched it
she realized
that the little ball of enchantment
so long contained within the tight confines of the tiny trinket box
was instinctually seeking
its primal need
for freedom
searching for pure adventure
looking for a space
to escape

she chased the ball
trying to catch it as it
bounced around the room
showering a spray of sparkling shimmers of light
with each bounce

it hit the mantel above the hearth with such force
the candles flickered and swayed
and a bundle of sage
tumbled to the floor
beside the fireplace
catching a spark of fire
it incinerated into a burst of flame
quickly smothering
filling the room
with its smoky scent

the ball ricocheting off the cast iron pot
bubbling and boiling with heat
causing the spoon inside
to pick itself up
and stir
the pot

it bumped
the open pages of a spell book
illuminating the passages
with a splatter of light
lifting a few incantations off the paper
sending them in whispering drifts across the room

it bounded
and slid across the floor
rushing past a broom
which shook the dirt off it’s skirts
before sweeping across the floor in a swirling dance
chasing the dirt and dust

it banged
a crackled painting of a white owl under a full moon
causing the bird to blink and turn its head
toward the commotion
as a few drifts
of clouds slid
across the
night
sky

the ball
suddenly
stopped
at a standstill

h o v e r i n g

at the keyhole
of the heavy oak door
too large to pass through

she grabbed the open box
and slowly stalked the ball

and as she neared

the ball transformed
into a whirling twirling
funnel of light
slipping away
sifting through the keyhole
as it headed off to create mischief
in the tiny little town
beyond

she knew
it wasn’t over
she knew
the tale had just
begun….

Written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….the Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

…………….weaving fibers & fables………

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enigma

……for some reason I struggled with this ‘story snippet’… perhaps it was because I was stressed out, busy, or trying too hard…. It seemed to flow when I just let it go and wrote without thinking too much about it…..

Here’s the 15 words….this time I picked “earth” themed words….

the words:

earth
grounded
real
stable
solid
precise
organized
root
nurture
enduring
north
mother
green
midnight
winter

the story snippet that I wrote using these words….

“enigma”

she had always been

different

a combination of contrasts
and contradictions
she was the straightforward sunny of summer
she was the wild winter wind

at noon
she was solid and stable
practical
precise
and organized

grounded in
reality

at midnight
she explored her roots
standing barefoot
on earthen paths
she felt a deep
primal
nurturing
and enduring connection
to the great green mother
she longed for a past life
when the continent was covered with trees
from the north
to the south
to the east
to the west
only trees
she longed for a time
of simplicity
when her spirit
was untamed
natural
and fully

free

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith…. The Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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the writing on the wall

This week the words came from a special place……literally from the writing on the wall……

…………The lovely tea shop “The Hollow” in Nelson, New Zealand http://www.thehollow.co.nz has delicious tea, cozy seats, warm hospitality and the most awesome “word wall”…. these 15 words come from that wall…if you are ever in Nelson, be sure and have a cup of tea and leave your word on their wall.

Here’s the words:

free spirit, redden, compassion, sparkle, curve, unknown, love, petrichor, lollygag, halcyon, obstreperous, ponderous, fugacious, vexatious, weft

and here’s the “story snippet” that I wrote using those words…

“the muse”

she had always been a
free spirit
as the first drops
of rain fell
on the cracked earth
she would rush outside
barefoot
to inhale the petrichor
the scent of the soul of the earth
released as it renewed itself
each spring

she never worked
only played
and though it was vexatious to me
her timeline was her own
much of it was spent
lollygagging
watching
as the sun slowly set
at just the right angle
releasing
a few shards of fugacious light
sparkling inside the crystal
set upon the window sill

sometimes I would try
to go it alone
but after a few ponderous sentences
and a released expletive or two
reddened with obstreperous exasperation
I knew I couldn’t venture
out into the unknown
without her

so I tossed her a curve
weaving in a bit of love
and a weft filled with a great expanse of compassion
and with a light touch
and a sense of playful delight
she lead me back
to halcyon times
as the pen flowed freely
buoyant with her
ethereal energy
and her simple
euphoric
ease

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….The Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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the storyteller

i picked a few words that i love.

words that evoke fables & fairy tales
words that inspire me to seek
the cottage in the woods
the full moon rising
a wise woman
gathering
magical
herbs

the words:

ancient
ethereal
wood
forest
fable
storyteller
worn
weaver
tale
trinket
whisper
read
stalk
still
waver

the story snippet with the words:

“the storyteller”

i never should have
opened
my door
i just should have
snuggled
deeper
underneath the warm woolen blankets
as my cat curled close
purring
kneading

i should have simply
listened to the wood pop and crack
watching the embers in the fireplace
flash and glow

i should have paid more attention
to the strange feeling
that i felt
a premonition
that i knew
so very deep
within

i should have
ignored the pounding
on my cottage door
so very late
into the night

as the shining sliver
of the silver moon
rose
up into
the stillness
of the dark cloudless
night sky

hovering

for a moment
as the clock struck
the midnight
hour

i should have gone back to sleep

but the boy at my door
was insistent
i knew
he was not going
away

the wooden door
groaned and creaked
as i opened it

the youth on my
doorstep
was much younger than i expected
his beard was just becoming visible
he felt familiar
maybe i had seen him
at the sunday market
i wasn’t sure

what do you want?
i asked

in his shaking hand
he clutched a simple trinket
grasping it
as if it was a powerful
talisman

at first
he didn’t speak

it’s ok
you can tell me
i said

“storyteller” he said softly

i had to lean forward to hear
his whispered words

“tell me
the story
that isn’t written
the story
that is never told”

he begged me
to invoke
the forbidden words
of a dangerous ancient tale
left unspoken
for so very many, many years past
the tale was almost
forgotten

he was so very young
i was surprised
he knew

he begged and begged and begged me
i knew he would not
back down

so i asked him in

we settled into chairs
beside the fireplace
i needed
warmth and light
to tell the tale

it was the first time
i had ever told the tale
storyteller
though i was

i read the words
from the faded bits
of my childhood memories
the forbidden fable
told to me
so many
many
years
ago

i told him
the tale

it was about a wise woman
she was a weaver by trade
and on her worn wooden loom
she wove ethereal creatures
in intricate patterns
into wool cloth

sometimes she wove
a stag
or a fox
or a hedgehog

sometimes
it was a mouse and a cat

the wise woman
simply touched the cloth
and the cat
on the tapestry
wavered
blinked
and began to stalk
the timid mouse

as i got deeper into the tale
i felt a shiver slither
throughout my body
as the story began to shift
and change

as i was about to utter
the next set of words

the words quickly
slipped away from me
and before i grab them back again
a different phrase had pushed them out
and took their place

i struggled

trying to catch and control
the direction of the flow of the narrative
but it wouldn’t
allow me

it continued to dart just beyond my grasp

and the tale began
to tell itself

i became a conduit
a simple narrator
with each turn of the tale
with each increasingly
swift
shift
i had to hang on
and let the words
flow freely

the boy was terrified
barely sitting
as he listened
shifting
back
and forth
on the tip
of his
seat

i noticed
the fire in the hearth

the flames
grew

as the wood
popped and cracked
i heard the wind picked up outside
it rattled the shutters
and a spray of shimmering ashes burst out
and scattered across
the stone
floor

i felt lightheaded
as the room began
to spin
and shake

the boy fled

the floor shifted
and cracked
i tried to hold on
but slid instead

then
i was

falling

falling

falling

trying
to grasp
something

anything

but there was

nothing

nothing

nothing

nothing

i landed
on thick moss
a forest floor
under a full moon

scattered around me
were two broken chairs
a blanket
my journal and
a pen……..

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….the Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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the signs

I’ve been very busy lately, but I just couldn’t resist picking a few words for a quick snippet.

Here’s 15 words that I randomly picked from my “fairy tale” snippet kit:

haunt, fire, earth, equinox, adventure, talisman, totem, gather, phantom, wise woman, magic, fairy tale, illusion, symbol, full moon

And here’s the snippet that I wrote using those words:

“the signs”

she wasn’t sure if she was gathering
magic
or if it was simply following her
like a lonely phantom
haunting her footsteps

it was as if she had set off
some sort of sacred
spell
calling forth the energy of the
earth
air
fire
water
and spirit

perhaps
in her dreams
she had uttered words
spoken by the wise woman
in an ancient tongue
innocently
unleashing the sequence of events
in a deep slumber

and as the equinox quickly approached
with the passing of each full moon
she began to notice
the symbols
the signs
each omen warning her
of what was yet to come
at first she thought it was an illusion
but when she discovered the worn talisman
a simple yet powerful totem
left on her doorstep
as if to prepare her for the adventure ahead
she finally realized

it was no fairy tale

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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the tempest

….here’s my final story before the holidays……..created with a few words picked at random from my “story snippet kit”….…

……..I wish you peace and love during the holidays and throughout the new year!

……………here’s the words: adventure, amulet, cast, gossamer, grotto, hare, illusion, keyhole, midsummer, ring, tempest, water, waxing, web, worn…..

…………………………………..and here’s my story snippet……………………………………..

“the tempest”

it was twilight
at the peak of midsummer
when the sun tipped from its fiery height
into its annual descent into darkness

she felt the power

as the waxing moon began to rise
she gazed into the water
seeing beyond the illusion of calm
into the truth of the approaching
tempest

as she touched
her worn amulet
she could sense

a fern grotto

a ring of power

an invocation spoken

she saw
a white hare
stiff and still
its tiny heart
beating fast
sniffing
sensing
the unnatural silence
of the forest

she felt
a wide web of magic
light as a whisper
of gossamer

cast out into the air

drifting

floating

out upon the breeze

pooling
flooding
into the village
where each door
was safely locked
and bolted

or so the villagers thought

she saw
the mist
of the evil spell
passing through each and every
open keyhole
into each and every
cottage
except

one

she knew what she must do
and she knew
the adventure
had just
begun……

Written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….The Weaver Of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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