Knock #writephoto

Inspired by Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photoprompt, June 1, 2017

knock

 

She stood in front of the massive door, in awe, at what she guessed was the threshold to the temple. Now, she was close to her goal, to the end of the journey she’d started , eons back, on a deserted beach.

She would have to use the heavy knocker: she touched the metal with one fingertip, it was icy cold, although the air in the tower was merely cool. The demonic head seemed to be looking at her, challenging her to dare. Her eyes followed the curve of the powerful antlers, the cruel, alien shape of the skull. She’d seen the head of the demon before, but she could not recall where. It was as if the heavy brows lifted imperceptibly, as if the demon was reading her mind.

Hesitantly her hand moved to seize the metal loop, and as she closed her fingers on it she felt the now hot metal. As she backed off from the door, the sound of the knocker against the wood was a deep and lasting echo which seemed to resonate down endless corridors.

The eyes of the demon appeared to glow, as, slowly, the door started rotating on invisible hinges. Cold air swept her, as she felt a powerful draft pulling her through the threshold…

 

#VisDare 87: Elite

EliteThe ferns have grown around it, without knowing it is there, it must be difficult to find.

In the midst of the forest, our beloved world, where we were blessed by our human love: it is a small monument, to that that could not survive us,

Except once we changed,

Into the ghosts that now haunt those woods:

Forever inseparable, so discrete, so silent, that the most attentive walker would not notice us.

Chi

Bronze statue of Buddha at Daibouts, Japan
Bronze statue of Buddha at Daibouts, Japan (Photo credit: National Library NZ on The Commons)

Hesitantly she looked up towards the statue, the dark bronze of the goddess, dominating this corner of the island. Behind her she could hear the distant sound of waves. Now she forced herself to walk, her bare feet silent on the stones, smooth and ancient, polished by centuries of footsteps. On both sides of her stood statues and small temples. A torch was burning at the end of the path, below a portal. Steps led down to the beach. 

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