Sunbroken drainage took the lateral glaze. Next to the wall a powder oven oversaw den needle waying other than prier dogs.
Without… without mill…
Josephine stepped up the stool to the lintel, and tacked up the signs of says. Sayser was no sawser, later without liber. She skipped down, pinching and shaking her small hammer in pastorally unobtrusive victory. There they were: the line and cap, the drawn shot, the sable antimony.
Truck off the treasured deep ensued, while the topple gotten cop tilled an earth without lees.
Before she could narrow her view, a truck machine arm obtrusively clenched to half the sight. Dragging the design put an end to that reversal.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/17

The pin fell down from Glasborough Heights, and in the sand compassed a frame jagged with thorns.
Thin ripples knit outward, a magnifying glass close-up of a squarish vinyl. The brother passes vaguely, but on his line, and two sisters further out; in the distance, one who is of unknown connection, but the skid of their progress is clear to the hearing. Streams of measured movement unfulfilled complain in silted furrows, ready to contract again towards the centre – but so long as any go out, there is no closing.

The buzz of tangibility in the haze that receives the passers; lights rotate, airport of the streets, of the unseen under foot and shoe. A badge with a little glisten and much needle is given.
Following into the haze, wide in its obscurity, the lines are lost, or increase until all is laid and progresses on one line.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/14

The hand leaves the door before the echo of the knock returns. Barbed wire and holly leaf shapes, she runs her fingers down crackling through them at the doorpost, a sheaf of serpents filling up a glove.
An answer over the wall, dangles in the night, and follows the knock around the corner. The seeker spreads her wrist, leaves her unassuming gift at the threshold, and backs against a pillar. The faces above find a cross of paths in that depth of time, the step in the terraced tempo meeting out the finished woven strands of wind-washed sand.
Bent by invisible glass, the approach remains the same as they meet – sent by the answer, and the knock lands neatly between them.
The bounty unfolds beneath the towering faces of nighttime knowledge, receiving sweet forevers to vaults in unearthly charm.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/12

Power lines, phone lines, black and quilted, draping cobwebs of unseen endless uses.

Under the shadeless net he walked, breathed on his hands. Like distant mountains the towering net moved little above him as he went, except to rock in their dizzy height over his eyes.

In a hollow corner between the ends of two walls he found the hole dug, and the trowel by it. He rubbed his hands, shook his head, and filled up the hole again. A tear escaped the soil as he pressed it down.

His boots made crunches as he went again, crushing the litter of coins unrecognisable in their tarnish and rust; but they made a nice gritty sound when walked upon with heavy feet.

High above the wayside where he walked, a tiny charred claw came, without a creature attached, and perched by its tiny self, and alone clutched a wire.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/11

Zigzagging ant-laid mazes tiled the slanting wall, up to the jagged crest, as of a wooden crisscrossing wave. The knife edges hanging down laterally under the palate of the serrated crest form sand dollar clustering patterns, and fend off shrugging approaches of the floor.
Thin grass, leaving bare the muck and grit, last hairs of a balding head. There was a whistle in the air across the top edges of narrow walls and gravel.

The ants pried up the grungy grass and the silt: in the damp gash were uncovered the packed bones, hidden for the times that dice would wander the zigzagging walls.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/10

In the depths before the face, the darkness black as paint: an archway as in a garden, lit of frozen lightning, bolts as thick as plaited kraken arms.
The tiles before this way are blown cornerwise by the strength, horrent scales of a strained and bristling fish, so the stars could peer between, those that ventured close enough below.
Those beasts that glided here and there about that lighted gap, grey as moth-eaten dust, skinless, featherless, hairless, scaleless, trailing stringy shrouds, and their glimpsed as heads tight as small ape skulls.

All at once, into the weighted silence: drills that shattered the tiles, tearing and porpoising forwards; sure or desperate they were a force of anger. For well or ill they failed, the deathly solid gleam prevailed, and shone unmoved through the filtering particles of the assailants’ defeat.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/08

Heshod blew on his hands to warm them. He stood before the grey-brown warped door. Above the earthen wall roared the sky, a thousand more wheels than he could count, every point and line shaking dust and striking dim sparks.
Beneath his feet was another door. Another wall stretched out behind his heels, a wall of hard, earth-coloured brick, sticky and stained. Above the top of this wall also another sky rattled and rolled.

#DailyCreatedOOM #WrittenOOM 2023/12/03