shanmonster: (Tiger claw)
I did a creative writing session with other Inuit writers last week. At the end of the talk, we were each given ten minutes to write. Here's what I came up with.




Mama told me not to go to the water's edge, but I could see the flicker of light on the spot where the ice ripped itself away from the shore. It was a reflection of Brother Moon. I think he was calling me.

Mama told me not to go to the water's edge, but Brother Moon tickled the water and made me giggle. And so I snuck across the crusty snow, as stealthy as the fox. When the dogs barked and howled, I walked across the crunch crunch of snow until I reached the edge. I gaze up at Brother Moon, and he gazed down upon me.

The splash was so small I almost did not hear it. The dogs hid more than my footsteps with their yapping. Something grabbed my ankle and I was pulled down into the reflection of Brother Moon. Down down down I went, tucked into the hood of an amautik. I saw bubbles and strands of hair tangled like seaweed and sinew. Fish swarmed around me. Char nibbled at my reaching fingers, then swam away in a silver red burst of speed.

Date: 2020-06-16 03:21 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] clevermanka
clevermanka: default (Default)
That's lovely and creepy--my favorite!

This line in particular: The dogs hid more than my footsteps with their yapping.

So nice to see your voice here.

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