random micropoem:
little fox w/ rabbit bundle
— michael raven (@MichaelRaven_99) May 6, 2022
run home, now
the little ones are
hungry
vss365:
"I am no #mage," he told her as he wandered towards the place where forest became shadows or, perhaps, shadows became forest.
— michael raven (@MichaelRaven_99) May 6, 2022
Sensing four words would not be enough, he sighed. "I only notice what others overlook. That is not magic."
She remained unconvinced.#vss365 pic.twitter.com/Uu7THGKT0C
vsshorror/horrorprompt:
I fell to my knees, exhausted and #chill-ed to the bone. Snow painted in the blood of the day's dying sun reminded me of the scene back at the cabin.
— michael raven (@MichaelRaven_99) May 6, 2022
Had that not given me strength, the rasping breathing of the wendigo on my trail was incentive enough.#horrorprompt#vsshorror https://t.co/f5FbBjmVrX
sceadugenga 