Creative Experiments and More

What is it that lives inside our bodies, and drives our actions? Is it a god, a monster or a ghost?

I think that within us are elements of each of the above.

As humans, we are susceptible to emotion, and we can swing as easily as the wind can change direction.

We are also very greedy which suggests an overinflated perception of ourselves.

We are one of many on this earth, yet so many of us believe the universe revolves around our particular needs. Maybe that is the epitome of being human.

I know I have demons inside of me. When life is tough, I hear my ‘unworthy demon’ at work trying to convince me of the futility of my thoughts and actions. This demon held court within me for a long time, but in the most part, I have been able to shuffle him off into a quiet…

“Monsters are real and ghosts are real too, they live inside of us and sometimes they win.”  In Stephen King’s horror novel, ‘The Shining’, Danny’s dad becomes the caretaker of the Overlook Hotel in the off season hoping to cure his writer’s block, and then strange things begin to happen.  Five-year-old Danny Torrance is a ‘shiner’ (aglow with psychic voltage), this allows him to detect spirits and he begins to have terrifying visions as the hotel takes on a life of its own.  Danny has the ability to read minds and mentally converse with others who read minds.  Danny he sees glimpses of danger before and after it happens thanks to his ‘imaginary friend’ Tony.  In the movie ‘Sixth Sense’ a troubled, isolated boy named Cole Sear is able to see and talk to the dead people who are walking around like regular people. They don’t see each other, they…

Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week 48

Welcome to Week 48

Today’s challenge is fairly simple.

Just use the given sentence somewhere in your piece – poem, story, anecdote, memory, quotation or anything else. You may choose to just take the theme, and not use the words in your piece.

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She walked through fire, but was not burnt by it……

At least on the outside. No burns were visible, no scars, no charred flesh to show the pain bound deep inside. Fire was her natural habitat. Fire, in fact, had long ago ceased to mean anything in her life. She no longer felt the burning on her skin, flesh melting like watercolors in the rain.

Once damaged, nothing mattered but that she walked firm in the world, head held high, eyes fixed before her, forever towards the horizon. Survival. Survive the fire. Survive the looks, the horror, the memory of what she once had…