tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post2529540267055947176..comments2024-02-13T13:54:25.645+01:00Comments on Finding Clarity: Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 225Miranda Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-75814708623364895752022-01-31T13:12:54.830+01:002022-01-31T13:12:54.830+01:00Brutal. Liked it though. Thanks for joining. Brutal. Liked it though. Thanks for joining. Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-9480113727074814982021-11-16T01:28:48.152+01:002021-11-16T01:28:48.152+01:00Told you on Twitter, I had to figure out how to wr...Told you on Twitter, I had to figure out how to write the words. This is one of about 5 million ideas that I had to sort through.<br /><br /><a href="https://mysoulstears.wordpress.com/2021/11/15/miranda-kates-mid-week-challenge-2021-11-15-week-225/" rel="nofollow">My Daddy Said</a><br /><br />Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17582099080904943774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-78796064066146438452021-11-15T14:17:01.055+01:002021-11-15T14:17:01.055+01:00Wow, quite a curse! Thanks for joining in! Wow, quite a curse! Thanks for joining in! Miranda Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11166000575283710451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320131690292314651.post-67722705853746525692021-11-15T12:50:44.577+01:002021-11-15T12:50:44.577+01:00THE CURSE
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Hark, ye foul sinner, hark! I...THE CURSE<br />~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Hark, ye foul sinner, hark! I bellow and bid our father of dualities, Janus, to emerge from the portal, full foul in his fury, his twin faces of black lead and argent steel screeching banshee-like in the furnace, to smother ye with quicksilver swift, to choke ye, bespoiling your innards till ye turn blue and bloated with molten iron and rusted blood and can scream no more and only watch as he, crowned in gallium and zinc and mighty bronze beard a-steaming, lifts up his fell, bejewelled arm and thrusts his gold-tined trident through ye, bursting ye apart, a bulging bladder of hydrargyrum no more, but now a dissolute bloody film smeared on his iron boots, an insignificancy for the flamen and the souls of dead smiths to peck and claw and feed upon, to be absorbed by the water-silver of the dread god himself, forgotten to all men, forgotten to time, forgotten to any god or devil, since any skerrick or scantling of your soul is ye no more, but is now itself but base ore to be smelted. So do I curse ye!Wombathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18398485548046610750noreply@blogger.com