the spider

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the story snippet process: the word list and evocative fonts

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chosen words

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word donations regarding the theme…………”a fireside tale”

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the truth seeker

…it has been quite awhile since I released a new “story snippet”….this one isn’t perfect but that’s ok, it was time to release it and move on…..

….the words to this snippet relate to the element of  a i r . . . .

……A Great Big Thank YOU to everyone who donated such Lovely Words from Instagram @irishvikingdesigns @thatoldbluehouse @paigeboucher ……

…….here’s the words: air, wind, angel, sky, expanse, flight, wing, blade, divine, grace, ethereal, truth, restless, curious, spirit, free, infinite, wisp

……and here’s the “story snippet” that i wrote using these words……

“the truth seeker”

she was a restless
free spirited
sort of soul

one day
she decided to set out
to gather
the last
remaining bits of t r u t h

before they faded into e x t i n c t i o n ……

she found pieces
in words
in wisps of the wind

she saw its signs
in a great e x p a n s e of blue sky
as  p a s s i n g   c l o u d s   formed the ethereal wings of angels
slowly dissolving into mist and into  a i r . . . . . . .
she felt a wave of grace
as they took flight

on her great quest
she explored many places
and many things
both near and far

but she discovered the greatest truths
when she returned home
and sat very still
closing her eyes
and silencing her ever questing mind
cutting through the mental clutter
with the blade of intuition
as she simply listened
to her inner self
to her inner soul
and in the deep stillness

and after listening
and clearing her mind
and listening
and clearing her mind
l i s t e n i n g

in the divine darkness
she began to sense
the serene swell
of her infinite inner wisdom
as it nudged her
and began to softly speak
its truth
in the language of feelings and knowings
from her inner self
and her inner soul

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith… the Weaver of Words

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


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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:


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

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
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

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
d r o p
of water
into the air
back with a

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

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

……………………….…..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:


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

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
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

the ball
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

she knew
it wasn’t over
she knew
the tale had just

Written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….the Weaver of Words

…………….weaving fibers & fables………

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