finally. yes, this one took awhile….a fireside tale: the horseman

Ok, here’s the new “story snippet” – with vacation, work and stressing out about our country that I love so very deeply, it took me awhile to write this.

But of course, I love writing so very much, I had to get back to it.

Here’s the words that a few wonderful people suggested * Thank you *-  along with a few fairytale themed words that I drew at random from a hand carved wooden bowl:


and here’s the story snippet that I wrote using these words.

Can you locate each word within the snippet?….


“a fireside tale: the horseman”

i followed the tiny blinks of light
of the traveling trail of enchanted embers
as it s t r e t c h e d
f a r
f a r
a w a y
and down
the earthen path

the moon was a thin crescent of light

hanging high

in the silence of the night sky
it was a slight sliver away
from a complete eclipse into the darkness of the new moon

i should have needed a lantern
but the forest was filled with an odd unnatural glow
as if the environment was manipulated by a force of will

it reminded me of
the wise woman’s tale
she spoke of a powerful weaver
a man who could bend the natural elements
grasping a wisp of air
casting a curl of flame
grounding layers of intent deep within the earth
calling forth the drip and drop of water until it rushed forth in swirling torrents
binding the four elements in a spell
with a sticky web of words

for good
for evil

the wise woman cautioned me
the weaver was often reckless and vengeful

take great care
she told me
of that which you chose to put out into the world
for everything that you give
comes back at you
three times

with the full force
of the magic
of three

chose your words
and your deeds
she told me

for with great power
you have a great responsibility
use it wisely
use it well
i thought about her words
as i followed the trail of blinking embers
but the further that they travelled down the trail
the more difficult they became to see
as the trail of light began
to sag
to dip
to dim
and darken

i could barely discern the lights when we reached a large clearing
a meadow with an ancient oak tree
it was a place where i always felt an ethereal power
it was a high and holy spot
at the base of its

the blinking embers left the path
and circled the great oak tree
up and down
round and round
and as they circled it
the lights brightened
and became buoyant once again
sparkling and shimmering
it felt uplifting and celebratory

round and round they traveled
up and down
in rotating streams of light
and when the embers
reached the height of their brightness
they slowly unwound from the tree trunk
lining up at its base
one by one

i followed the trail of embers

as they headed across the expansive meadow
and when they reached the furthest edge
they paused
pooling in a blinking circle of light
as if to gather courage
for the dark forest beyond
was different
it was a mysterious place
greatly feared
and known for its deep enchantment

i had never dared to enter it

as i reached the edge of the meadow
i also stopped
and tried to remain calm
as i watched the embers moving
very slowly
into the dark forest
one by one

no. no. please.
i whispered
as if they could hear

i felt the creep and clutch of terror close tightly around my heart

i felt a faint whisper of chill on the breeze behind me
i felt a prickle of fear slither up the back of my neck
i felt a presence, an energy so very, very close
right next to me
i froze
couldn’t move
couldn’t breathe
i stood completely still for a sliver of a moment
like a fawn frozen on the forest floor

and then
the presence disappeared
swirling a w a y

my breath burst back
i heaved air back into my lungs
i instinctively reached up to touch my protective talisman
around my neck

it was g o n e

i tried to stay calm
i tried to breathe
my heart was pounding, pounding, p o u n d i n g
i tried to remember the last time i felt my talisman
i remembered stepping out of my cottage
i stopped to touch my talisman at the threshold before stepping outside
as i always did
assuring myself of the unseen protective force accompanying me
into the darkness of the night

i thought about heading back
as i watched the last embers
disappear into the dark forest
i knew i had to decide quickly
the trail would soon
be gone

i panicked
this was my one chance
i was given this extraordinary opportunity to discover deep truths
and i must take it
it felt as if it was something i simply must do
i couldn’t turn back

like a reckless dive into the cold clear mountain lake
i tried not to think
simply acting
plunging into the dark forest
following the very last blinking ember
and stepped into the dense forest

i was slammed by the full force of magic

the air was heavy with incantations
of an ancient tongue
the flow of words felt unnatural
as if sentences were traveling backwards
it felt as if a spell had been cast
but each word that created it
was being pulled back
one by one

the words were being sucked into a swirling vortex
traveling backwards to the origination
to the very moment before
the spell was

i struggled against the pull
as i was sucked into the spiral of sentences
the embers began to sway and shimmer
i felt dizzy and weak
i stumbled onto the thick moss on the forest floor
i felt sick
i shut my eyes
trying to stop the spinning

i dreamt a dizzy dream
at first the images were scattered and erratic
i tried to focus on the fluid flow
slowing the swirling surge of images

a white wolf
an apple orchard under the full moon
the crackle and scratch of writing on parchment
hands reaching out
a soft sigh

and then

a cloaked hooded horseman kneeling among ancient ruins
bowing on the broken stone floor
as if before a princess
but there was only light
so very bright
and shimmering

the last set of images felt profoundly prophetic
i knew that i knew
this time
this place
yet i had never ever
been here

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

……..weaving fibers & fables……………….



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“a fireside tale” continues….

….here’s the new set of words for my next installment of “a fireside tale”….working on the next snippet using these words….

the word list:


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a story snippet: a fireside tale

….ok, so here’s the final story snippet…………………….

Here’s the theme: a fireside tale

Here’s the chosen words: night, gossamer, enchanted, horseman, stir, roam, huddle, whisper, misconstrue, firefly, embers, stranger, undulate, scary, stories

And here’s the story snippet that I wrote using these words….

……a fireside tale

i had always been able
to read fire
to see the symbols & signs
in the curves of the crackling flames

but on this night
something felt different
something felt slightly off
as if the energy had subtly s h i f t e d…..

this night
as i sat before the fire
i had to stare into the light for a long



long time

before i saw

usually when i gazed into the flames
i saw multiple images
this night
there was just one

a solitary horseman

i knew the scary stories
of the four horseman
but this was only one

usually when I saw a symbol
the meaning had been so easy to understand
but on this night
although i tried and tried
i just couldn’t figure
it out

i heard the wise woman’s words whispered in my head
do not misconstrue the signs
she had told me
you must roam far beyond your greatest fears
to discover the depths of truth
that only you can find
you must dare to follow
the sometimes illusive
sometimes dangerous
path of the

i felt
a sudden
bone deep weariness
so i closed my eyes for a moment
and slipped off into a deep slumber

i woke with a start
close to midnight
the room was cold
the fire had fallen
transformed into glowing embers

i felt the sticky drift of magic floating in gossamer waves…..
i tried not to breathe in the incantations
spells that hung in the air
heavy and dark

i quickly cast
a circle of protection around me
i found it odd that i had forgotten
to fully shield myself
as I always did

the night became even stranger
as the blinking bits of ember shifted and stirred
but there was no draft

the room was filled with an unearthly stillness

i felt a pulse of enchantment
as the embers began undulating
they levitated out of the fireplace
one by o n e
lifting up and s p r e a d i n g out
like a night sky full of stars

the embers gathered together
huddling close
like a cluster of fireflies blinking
in the cold clear
twilight air

the embers hovered for a moment
as if they were capable of contemplation
before moving toward the door
in a blinking trail of light

they sifted outside one by one through the keyhole
the last one stopping and hovering
as if to ask me
aren’t you coming?

i heard in my head the wise woman’s words
you must dare to follow
the greatest path
of light

and as the last ember slipped through the key hole
I decided to follow them
stepping outside into the wilderness

heading outside into the night
following the blinking line embers
into the forest far

Written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….The Weaver of Words
………….weaving fibers & fables………………

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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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