All posts filed under: Strange Discoveries

Snow White-Allister Nelson

Originally posted on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen:
The elven knight went riding with banners alizarin as berries in snow, his face wan, lovesick longing.   Haunting his dreams was a snow-laden lass, fair as a dying rose, iced into clarity by shattered glass.   In twos, in threes, went the Faerie Court, bells on toes, Gabriel’s Hounds baying in the wasted harrow, to humble hut the elf knight goes.   “Oh but who art thou, fair visitor?” said the peasant girl, her hair gray gold, her eyes pale, lips a frostbite plum.   The elven knight let his bridle down, and from his pockets he’s taken an oath ring, and on bended knee he’s gone.   She was poverty-light, bird bones, high small breasts, and she said “Twas better bread you gave me, fair elf.”   “I have no use for gold, to grow cold and old with the dead in fairy mounds.”   “I have no use for silver, no use for jewels, you cannot eat stone outside the fairy realms.”   “I have…


Originally posted on Pura Vida Stories:
The other night I was returning to base when I caught something slithering off the road. I assumed it was a snake, but when I saw what it really was I called everyone else over and told them to look at what I had found, since they were never going to see one again. It was a caecilian. This. Also, word of warning: any post with the word “slithering” in the first sentence isn’t for the faint of heart. Caecilians look like worms, act like snakes, and feel like frogs, but that really doesn’t do justice to how fantastically weird they are.  They are legless amphibians, a distinct lineage whose closest living relative are salamanders but whose closest fictional relative is something out of a David Cronenberg movie. Because besides the lack of external limbs–or external anything, for that matter–caecilians have perfectly smooth segmented bodies with a face so featureless it is often confused for the tail. The ones around here are usually a dull purplish grey, as if they were…


Originally posted on Xanku:
You could reconstruct my life From the things I’ve retained A toy and some books Some jewelry some art A childhood game. Some things I have kept And some have kept me A ring from my mother A gift from my ex An unknown key That I can’t throw away Because I just may Find the lock that it fitted Full of treasure or memory One of these days. I see them through eyes Through the years, as I changed From child to student To woman to crone Am I who I am, Or just what I’ve owned? From the dverse prompt of 8/20/19

Salt by Tracy Lynne Oliver

Originally posted on Jellyfish Review:
Salt While salting my eggs this morning, I had one of those moments where you ponder an everyday thing and how it came to be as such. A thing long taken for granted. In this case, it was the very salt I was shaking. I wondered about its origin. Who was that pioneer who took these tiny, white crystals and thought to put them over food? We all know how salt is made now — of course — but who was the first to find it, to use it? What type of man? For salt is no easy encounter. We know the delicate balance needed. We know the sequence of things that must occur. How then, was it ever revealed? What were the circumstances? Who was the man who first drew salt? Was he a seeker or simply a man who stumbled accidentally? How far he must’ve walked into a mountainous forest before he saw the tell-tale shining light. Who was the man that looked upon the red-gray beam peeking…

When the dark

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
For the dverse prompt. When the dark is as hot and still as light, and the moon melts a sliver of drifting ice, the stars quiver a mirage in the night, when no birds sing at dawn, the dew already drunk by heat-parched air, and the cracks in the broken earth yawn wider, when sun beats hammer blows in the midday silence out of the drum-taut sky, and flowers wilt and nothing grows, crisped brown, prematurely autumned, we slow and sigh and long for sleep, to dream of fountains and waterfalling and pearls that glow full fathom five. Will this long night end, earth’s kilter restrung, or will the keening of the owl be the last song sung?


Originally posted on Padre's Ramblings:
? Were they being followed?  Neither could be sure, but there was that uneasiness of feeling, like they were being watched. ? Stan stopped and listened, Julie clenching his hand tightly.  Nothing. ? They took a few more steps, was that an echo of their own footfalls or was it someone or something keeping pace with their movements? ? “I knew we shouldn’t have come this way,” Julie whispered. ? “But do you want to go back past whatever’s there?” he responded. ? The clouds parted for a moment and a shadow of what seemed something human briefly fell upon the building they stood near. ? Chills felt upon spines – Trembling apprehension for Shadows on the wall ? Padre ? Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, July 24th 2019, shadows on the wall

Vampirism. A crush-course on magickal operations gone wrong

Originally posted on Occultosophia. :
vampire (n.) spectral being in a human body who maintains semblance of life by leaving the grave at night to suck the warm blood of the living as they sleep, 1734, from French vampire (18c.) or German Vampir (1732, in an account of Hungarian vampires), from Hungarian vampir, from Old Church Slavonic opiri (source also of Serbian vampir, Bulgarian vapir, Ukrainian uper), said by Slavic linguist Franc Miklošič to be ultimtely from Kazan Tatar ubyr “witch,” but Max Vasmer, an expert in this linguistic area, finds that phonetically doubtful. An Eastern European creature popularized in English by late 19c. gothic novels, however there are scattered English accounts of night-walking, blood-gorged, plague-spreading undead corpses from as far back as 1196. Figurative sense of “person who preys on others” is from 1741. Applied 1774 by French biologist Buffon to a species of South American blood-sucking bat. Related: Vampiric.  - (Online Etymology Dictionary) The Way Home In the night cowslip and bewitching clover, I moisten my feet so my step is lighter. The vampire…

Instagram Creature Feature

One of my favorite Instagram accounts to follow is @rfedortov_official_account. Maintained by a Russian deep sea fisherman, the creatures he photographs remind me of many monsters and aliens that I’ve seen in movies and TV shows. Peppered in-between the creature photos are gorgeous shots of sunrises at sea.