Hey all, Sam here.
Well, here we are at another Friday, the final one of the month. If you’ve been around here for a little while then you know that this particular Weekend Writer post is time to share some writing and creativity that has been created over the month.
That’s right. For the first Friday of any month, I use a few different creativity and inspiration generators to create some prompts to help spark creativity…and then the final Friday of the month, I share some of what I’ve been writing. Then for all the other Weekend Writer Fridays, I study up and discuss different aspects of creativity, inspiration, and the craft of writing. This could be books on writing, episodes of podcasts, lectures, panels, workshops…or just a general discussion about a topic related to writing and creativity.
Did you miss the July prompt post at the beginning of the month? Here it is in case you did, because I don’t mind late sharing of creativity and inspiration.
All right, let’s get into this writing snippet share.
When looking at my different prompts for this month, it took a while to decide which to work with. There were a couple that intrigued me, but none that gripped me into an immediate need to write. But in choosing the prompt given by my Urban Crow Oracle Deck, I was able to use it to manage some words for one of my Camp NaNoWriMo projects for this month, so that ended up being really nice.
As always when it comes to sharing these snippets, keep in mind that these are fairly rough drafts and have had either no editing or minimal editing.
I’ll re-share the prompt here, and then we’ll actually get into my little snippet from Harbingers of Death.
Tarot/Oracle Deck
Prompt: Luck, Risk, Survival
Once again, I used my Urban Crow Oracle Deck by MJ Cullinane for this prompt. I really like using this oracle deck, because the card names are different from a tarot deck. I do have a few different tarot decks as well, and I might use those at some point for future draws, but for now I’m really enjoying my crow deck. What can I say? I just like crows.
Ash and smoke swirled and danced on the breeze across what remained standing after the battle…which wasn’t much. The only movements were those of the few survivors and a slowly dwindling murder of crows.
Everyone knew what the presence of the crows meant, even before the clash of the armies. Wherever the crows gathered, death was sure to come, and the bigger the murder, the more death awaited. So when the day began with the gathering of what seemed to be at least a hundred of the black feathered heralds of death and destruction, it had sent ripples and then waves through the battle camps.
After all, it is hard to steel yourself for the battles to come when you know that many will die. I didn’t have the time to doubt, not when I knew that I was meant to be here. I was born for this, for war, for battle, for being around death all the time, and delivering it when necessary.
I had done my duty effectively this day, and I could not regret it. This was what I was meant for…but it didn’t hurt matters that the signs of death had not been aimed at me. I had known that my survival was assured. There was something to be said for having an ally who was a literal harbinger of death, a banshee whose cry pierced through those meant to die, and she had not aimed her wail at me.
Still, I couldn’t help but feel that unspoken this time at the end of that thought. This time her wail had not been for me. Eventually my luck would run out and I would die. The question then became…did I do enough to earn another lifetime? Battle Crows could be brought back, could be in essence reincarnated to walk the places of impending death once more.
“Rúna?” The call of my name was distant, but my senses were still acute from the battle-rush. I turned and stared across the battlefield, searching for signs of others in the area. There were a couple other Crows and my gaze skipped over them. It took a minute before I saw her–Maeve. My ally, my…friend. Yes, I believe she could be considered a friend.
Still keyed up from the battle, I wasn’t willing to trust anything around us. In fact, I couldn’t escape the twisting in my gut that danger lurked nearby, danger that was aimed at my banshee. I started moving before I could even fully process my thoughts. I simply needed to get to Maeve, before it was too late. Something was wrong.
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All right, well that is all from me for today. Thank you so much for stopping by, and I’ll be back soon with more geeky content.
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