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Sunday, February 12, 2017 on

calliopean [kuh-lahy-uhpeeuh n]

Word Origin

1855-60, Americanism; calliope + -an
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. The American Heritage® New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition. Houghton Mifflin Company, 2005. (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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