OOMs 👉
(For missed post last week)

A stick-figure doll made of pale living grass stems sauntered in slow motion up the brick wall of the bedroom. Master Gingerly put into the trough his hand gauntletted in something like the silver foil trappings of satellites, bound in copious amounts of clasps and buckles. From the trough he took a handful of burnt flesh ash crumbs, and dropped it down a square shaft into the stomach fluids of the Evenplane entity. Its sounds of appreciation, like bellows of thunderous agony, made tumult of a room being destroyed somewhere in the house.
The Master's guest, Prince Flockup, came into the room some minutes following. He had sleepy rubbed eyes, his dressing gown, and eleven years of age.
"It is a severe thing to wake to."
"But gratifying when it is understood, and more familiar, my Prince."

#writtenoom 2024/08/07

Dancing bears in black-and-white projected on the cracked plaster. Light from a small door window makes it harder to see the projection, especially with the shadows moving in it.
Dried peels of an old unknown citrus drop spontaneously from a rough wooden shelf, knocking apart some cobwebs. Something else is here.

#writtenoom 2024/08/13 {for 08/09}