Mystic Midnight
Midnight’s mysticism and magic immersed. Like a fairy tale character, I lived in another realm. A realm of loquacious cats, anthropomorphic bats who argued with me and upside down illogical events. Is Midnight the end of the day or the start? It could be both.
I run to midnight as a place rather than a time. Turning around slowly, I view it from every sweet angle. Breathing in the heady aroma, I become giddy. With a witch’s power, a spell falls. For status quo. Returning home to a housewife’s humdrum life contrasting against midnight’s electricity. My simple wish was granted.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleMargarida, the anthropomorphic bats arguing with your protagonist made me smile. Not to mention the loquacious cats! I personally love cats, but think it is probably best for them not to be able to give us, mere humans, a piece of their minds! ? I enjoyed reading your story. It sounds like a great start to a longer one!
I think this was a list of ramblings rather than a story. The housewife wished for things to remain the same because midnight would be more magical by contrast if her life remained boring. Sometimes I excel in silliness!
Thanks for your sweet feedback, Marianna.
I love this line, “I run to midnight as a place rather than a time.” It is something deep and intriguing. It is like a nightmare at night. Very well done, Margarida. Well-paced.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI imagined if we could stop time, then Midnight would become a place of magic and intrigue. Thank you as always, Lotchie for your sweet comments.