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This installment features excerpts of fiction, poetry, and self-care.
Spillwords.com published this Halloween Flash Fiction in their Spillwords Halloween series.
I decided to go on an impulse. I couldn’t tell you why. I walked through the forest, bundled tightly. My hands gripped my belongings, deep in my pockets. It was as though I were afraid to let them go.
I could hear the rustling leaves and whistling wind. Lanterns glowed as I waited with everyone else. We stood in long lines that stretched for hundreds of yards.
You can read my Halloween Flash Fiction entry, on Reedsy Prompts.
The Great Migration
I woke as some people fall asleep, drowsily, and then completely. My mother said that’s how it would be my first time. I had dreamed of flying and falling all night. I wondered if that was what it would feel like, all at once exhilarating and terrifying.
As I came to myself, the dreams were still flitting over my awareness. The light was streaming through my Venetian blinds, and a chill touched my skin. It finally felt like autumn. It wasn’t only because of the cold. Something in the light was more yellow or orange, even this early in the morning.
It slowly dawned on me what today was. I pulled myself farther under the covers for a moment and tucked my blankets around me like I do on my sad days. Only this time I was so happy. I wanted to soak in the morning for just a moment before we all leaped into final preparations.
Our coven always held the great migration on Samhain. This was my first year joining the migration. My sister told me that it felt like being reborn.
Self-care article on Vocal.
Surviving Seasonal Depression in 2020
*TW: Mental Health
Congratulations, you’ve survived everything that 2020 has thrown at you so far. It feels like anything could happen next, and a familiar nemesis is on the horizon. Not only could your seasonal depression feel heavier this year, but some of your usual coping mechanisms might not feel available to you.
This only means that we need to get creative and find new ways to survive in the fourth quarter of this year.
I published this poem on Booksie, as part of a poetry contest.
A moth flew through my balcony doorway and made a beeline for my lamp.
I tried to help. I switched off the lamp and switched on my balcony light. But there was still that space of darkness in between, and my deck light wasn’t nearly as bright as the lamp had been. The moth didn’t want to budge… or maybe I wasn’t patient enough.
I struggle between impatience and too much patience. Either I move on quickly, or I wait too long.
Regardless, it wouldn’t go outside, and for a while, I let it rest inside the lamp’s glass curve.
Maybe it was just too tired. I’ve been too tired before. So tired that I couldn’t see more than a pinprick in front of my face. So tired that I couldn’t move or didn’t want to. I’ve been so tired that all thoughts pulled me farther beneath the waves, heavy as anchors.