Snapshot. Choose a sing card and write a one-page story that explains or describes what’s happening. Try to add drama. Be imaginative.
A woman of wings, feathers, and beastly qualities emerges from the embers. She held a half-moon metallic staff with a burning red ember at its center. She hovered forward. The darkness of the underworld is colder, the stillness denser, and the vastness hollower than she had ever experienced on earth. The creatures crawled toward her in fear, pulled by power. They bowed and trembled, pushing through the energy to graze her presence. She steps up on the night crawlers and lost souls as they travel into a staircase, throwing themselves over each other as she ascends out of the darkness until a blue light illuminates Pluto’s gate.
“Come with me,” she spoke to the doomed. “You deserve closure.”
Eris opened the gates of hell for all the creatures to return to earth. She flipped the hourglass and froze the stone doors open until the end of Samhain. “May chaos bring peace and understanding.”
The man on the moon sends Pegasus down from the cosmos and invites Eris for tea, and she gladfully accepts.
“A shift,” A strong man with skin the color of bark and the face of a sacred ibis spoke.
“Yes, I have emerged,” Eris lit an herbal sacrament and inhaled, and she found a suitable stone as if an altar to make herself comfortable on.
“To make changes, “Eris spoke arrogantly.
The eternal being Yah’s eye squinted. “I make the changes.”
“I have basked in the light of your earthly realm presence and experienced your ‘changes,’ “she spoke unhindered.
“Well, please… indulge me on your human experience.”
“I was not needed,” she flicked the joint, and plants began to grow from its ashes. Yah quickly stomped them out.
“And what makes you think you are needed now?” Yah said dryly and annoyed.
“I thought you invited me for tea?” Eris responded. She felt no need to reveal her skin or to batter her eyes.
Yah snapped his fingers, and the creatures of the moon, blue earth-dwelling characters, set up a table and porcelain arrangement along with silver utensils.
“What are you doing on earth?”
“Creating chaos. There’s a need for that.” Eris said, making up her tea the way she liked it- black.