It's that time again ... the Platform Building Campaign's second challenge! Here were the guidelines for this one:
"Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:
- include the word "imago" in the title
- include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity,"
- If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!"
And we're off!
World Without Imagoes
Waves of reality ebbed and flowed over the young woman, subtly, until finally she left her world and entered another.
She stood. Tried to call. She had no voice.
There. The grasses of the sunlit savanna parted.
Greetings. But this wasn’t spoken either. She merely saw it — a svelte mass of muscles and height, like a horse. It…thought…at her. Its mouth didn’t oscitate in any way.
What is this place? Mirages waved over the sunlit savannah.
A place of newness. Make home here.
But what of my own world? But there was no sign of the way through which she’d entered.
Crimson rivers. Miasma. Death hatred split atoms. Good to leave. Live here die there. Its thoughts were disjointed, chaotic. Tongue flicked over lips.
What do I do here? In her memory, bubbling lacunae of knowledge burst…her mind blanked. She too licked her lips, mirroring the creature.
Of the newness. Its synchronicity. Of all of us, and more. Behind the creature now stood hundreds, thousands of others. Her kind. It’s kind. Others. Just…others.
Oh. She felt very small. I’m Grace.
Come. We have much to do. Make home here, it said again.
And they all smiled.