Tarot Card Writing Prompt:

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Snapshot. Choose a sing card and write a one-page story that explains or describes what’s happening. Try to add drama. Be imaginative.

Death

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.

Writer’s Exercise

I have been reading Tarot for Writers by Corrine Kenner. I highly recommend this book to fiction writer’s that fancy tarot cards. Here is my first writing exercise, I’d like to share with you based on the Tarot Card, “The Fool.”

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Description

The fool is upside down like his ultimate plan of disaster has a higher consciousness guiding him through his travels. His dog looks at him intently. A guard dog, his companion, is a strong dog of the night. The moon shines behind the fool’s head. His makeup has been done with precision. He holds a staff with a pointed edge for the tough journey ahead. The road is long but promising. The fool is in his best outfit and stands with confidence.

Short Story

How very excited am I, to leave this dreadful town behind. Goodbye milk-maiden and laundry girls who never bat me an eye, I am off to better things. Where the road goes, I do not know, and I am sure my mother will be worried about me so. With these charming looks and my trusty stead there is nowhere but up for me.

-The Fool

Oh, look at that fool. He is leaving everything behind and when I was going to set him up with that beautiful broad coming to town to live with her mother and her new step daddy. Now I must devise a new plan. Oh shamats, Dwiddle, where is my paperwork! The fool has made a move! He has left his safe haven and now wonders down the path surly to be eaten by the wolves. I can’t have another one of my men die so young, I must find a better plan for him. Yes, a great plan, indeed! I will stir up a potion, make a concoction, and I will see that this fool makes it to Olympia so he can compete… with the gods! Scrawny, yes, I’m aware. Dimwitted, self-absorbed, melancholy by nature I see. I can work with this. I will turn him into a man, Dwiddle, just wait and see.

-The Creator