I love to write. I love to create art. And I love to share the art of others. In this new ‘series’ I’ll be exploring worlds and creating flash fiction stories, illustrated by my art, your art, and their art. I’m calling it “The Wandering” for fairly simple terms, but I’m not the only one who will be wandering. I hope YOU will wander with me, even for just a moment…or three!Each Wandering piece will have a title and theme, something I’ll explore through words and images. I hope you’ll enjoy this series and, if you do, I’d love to invite you to collaborate with me on future stories! (comment below and we’ll digress into particulars)INTO THE VOIDSliding into the past by tumbling through the present utilizing a crossing created in the future, we skidded into yesterday in a chaotic whirlwind. Those standing around, staring at us like we were unholy demons from the under-realms, greeted us better than anticipated.No weapons came to hand, although some voiced their trepidations vociferously. Their shrill screams echoed through the void unraveling behind us, the sound of their voices shattering into myriad pieces. Retreating from the unearthly sound that was as much the sharp scree of a raptor as it was the haunting crescendo of an elk, our intrepid expedition into the unknown seemed mortal folly as the natives drew closer with multiple sets of hands extended.The landscape was bleak and foreboding, yet beautiful in its frozen pageantry. From our vantage point upon one of the rocky ramparts , the wintry ‘scape stretched toward the horizon that was consumed by slate-coloured clouds. In the distance, a majestic peak pressed upward into the atmosphere, its perilous heights lost behind the swirling gloom.
by
ishi99
Behind us upon the soaring slopes of the mountain a citadel stood braced against the leaden sky. Looking at it through the wavering remnants of the portal through which we had just punctured this realm, the spires, parapets and buttresses straining to touch the distant heavens were ghostly apparitions. From this murky fortification, similar otherworldly cries answered and a blade of terror serrated through us. Our fate seemed clear.
by
Blues-Design
Darkness spiraled around us, leaching from the alien’s hands. At its icy touch, consciousness warped like the eddies of smoke from an extinguished candle and resisting it was as impossible as controlling the direction of the vortex, which had brought us to the edge of doom. The shifting currents of time and blackness consumed us and I no more remember falling than I recall being transported from that place. Oscillating between dreams and reality, hours twisted into minutes, and minutes into seconds. Several times, my eyes opened and mysterious, ethereal images permeated my questing gaze.
by darekzabrocki
…. To Be Continued…..
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