4TH Word Of The Day

4TH Word Of The Day

Word Of The Day

Sunday, February 12, 2017 on Dictionary.com

calliopean [kuh-lahy-uhpeeuh n]

Word Origin

1855-60, Americanism; calliope + -an
adjective
1. resembling a calliope in sound; piercingly loud:
a calliopean voice.

I know, I know, it’s been a while since I made a new WOTD post. If anyone knows me on FB, you would know I have finally finished my story “Hell’s Beginning,” and sent it to the publisher, Azoth Khem Publishing. I now await their response with editorial suggestions.

(See me sitting here tapping my fingers on the desk telling myself to be patient. They waited for me, the least I can do is wait for them.)

I have also started a new story. About Werewolves, but set in a fantasy world of my own making. There will be Humans involved, but not as enemies, per se. At least, not at first. I don’t want to go real far into what I have planned, because as we all know; “The best-laid plans of mice and men” and all that. (citation follows:)

[the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Dictionary.com. The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2005. http://www.dictionary.com/browse/the-best-laid-plans-of-mice-and-men-often-go-awry (accessed: February 12, 2017).]

So, anyway, them’s the plans at this point, so

on with the show!

I Saw Her In A Dream

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy

As I sat upon the dais, I thought of the specter that came to me in my dreams.

She had lovely green eyes, golden hair hanging to her slim waist. Her gossamer dress flowed around her in a breeze I could not feel.

She motioned for me to follow, and I could not disobey. My feet moved of their own accord as she drifted down the path before me. No dirt moved under her, though puffs popped with every step I took.

The trees along the edges of the track stretched to the skies, their boughs so high I could barely make out the canopies in the darkness.

She exuded a brightness that pulled me along to I knew not where. Powerless was I to stop my progression.

We arrived at a clearing and she turned to face me. Her fine features my fingers wanted to caress, her small lips I wished to touch with mine.

She opened her mouth and spoke, her calliopean voice lulling any misgivings that I may have had. I didn’t know the words she said, or even if they were syllables a man could understand. Somehow I knew what she wanted to relay to me, and had the noises coming from her been anything less than musical, I might have spun on the spot and run for my life.

Turning she guided me out of the glen. Her light began to dim, but I still had no control of my movements and had to move behind her.

She began to rise without me, but I still trailed along. I should have stopped. Should have denied her my obedience, but the lure emanating from her held me tight.

Halting, she faced me again, her tiny fingers waving me toward her. I took one more step and had no ground to stand on.

I saw below the waves of an ocean crashing against crumbled boulders and turned to look above as I fell.

A sadness crossed her visage as she dwindled from sight.

I awoke in a pool of my sweat from the fright. Sitting up in my bed, I looked around trying to find her in my delirium.

Confused, I swung my legs over the side of the mattress and stood. Not able to get my bearings, I moved toward the window and collapsed on the dais to figure out what it meant.

I can still see her, floating above in my mind’s eye, but what she had told me is still a mystery. I will wait for the sunset and call for her again after sleep takes me. Maybe the next time, she won’t disappear, and when I hit the waves, I can stay with her. Forever.

<The End>

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I am a fiction writer;

A creator of larger-than-life heroes of ages gone by;
Great wizards tainted, and those who resist them;

War between interstellar travelers, both on this planet and far away;
Alien races intent on the annihilation of any being not their own,
and weaker ones in need of a savior- as well as the One who becomes their savior.

Clashes with bad people and dangerous places, where only one can survive.

When you get to my writing, sit back, hold on, and enjoy the ride!

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