Here it is: The very first post of Darkling Dreams!
A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt.
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for the flash fiction. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
Katriana sat within the circle she had cast, a flickering small, white candle cupped in her hands in front of her. She gazed into the soft flame, an almost dazed expression on her face as she became in tuned with herself. Despite her clouded features, her senses were sharp around her. Ears pricking at the smallest sound, her nose twitching to the smell of the earth in the bowl next to her. Her intuitiveness and mindfulness was all she needed to tap her instincts into her surroundings and be aware of them.
A soft meow and the touch of silky fur against her arm was all she needed to know her cat had brushed against her, entering her circle. A small smile tugged at her cherry red lips. She didn’t need to look away from the flame image she was focusing on in order to know what little Darkling was doing.
She murmured a few more words in a low chant, finishing off the blessing prayer she was performing. Closing her eyes for a moment she let her words sink in around her, visualizing them for a small amount of time until the image was clear in her mind. With another small smile on her lips she opened her eyes slowly and set the candle down on pillar plate in front of her, before grounding the rest of her energy and closing the circle.
Darkling meowed again as he pushed his way under her arm and stepped into her lap. He peered up at her with violet eyes and she chuckled lightly.
“My little Darkling,” she cooed as she ran a hand over his silky black coat. He purred at her touch and rubbed his head against her chest, his tail flicking happily in her face. Gingerly, she picked him up and stood up, holding him in one arm and petting his head with her other as she gazed wistfully out her window.
The light breeze played through the screen, bathing her in small chills from its nighttime assault. The sun was sinking over the tree line now, painting the world in an array of bright fiery colors. The tree directly in front of her swayed playfully in its nature’s breath, looking eerie and peaceful all at once under the setting sun of an October day.
Darkling purred again, nudging his head up to knock against Katriana’s chin. She scratched under his chin and looked to him, her long, wavy red hair falling to fan around his head.
“We shall see how the winds blow for us this time. We’ve done our part, now it is energy of the universe’s turn to respond to us, little one.”
The little black cat meowed faintly again before she stooped down and set him back on the floor where he then proceeded to weave in and out of her legs before he bounded off to his bowl of milk in the corner of the room.
Katriana looked back out the window, watching the light fade to darkness with her arms crossed on the seal. “We shall see,” she whispered to the wind.