While cruising around the ‘net the other day I found a new challenge to take part in.  Since I’m trying to stretch my writing muscles back into shape after an unscheduled break of 3 months (Turns out I was still writing in May 😉 )…I thought this would be fun.

Kathy (Plant This Garden) has started posting “Seed Words”.  She posts 5-10 words that she’s found around her home town (usually have a theme) and you need to use all of them in some form.  Anything from Flash Fiction, to poetry to whatever floats your happy little boat.  Sooo…I’ve decided to start with her third Seed Words set of suggestions and go from there.

This piece is one that I may actually use for a novel I’m just getting ready to start.  It’s rough, unedited and created just to fit the words for the week.  I’m posting the seed words in italics 😀  Enjoy.

Seed Words 3

Ascent, Summit, Concessions, Lift, Brightness, Oxygen, Stowage, Gates, Terminal

I have the same dream every night.

The brightness blinds me until spots form before my eyes, the air gets thinner, robbing me of oxygen.  Just when I think I’ll pass out, a jolt passes through me and I find myself on a sky lift.  The ascent is steep, and the summit is far.

Snowflakes drift down, whispering soft confessions of the future I’m doomed to face. Of each death I’m forced to witness. Each snowflake takes an ungranted concession to become stowage on my coat until I’m weighted down with the knowledge they whisper.

At the end of this ride I will find her, if I can make it.  I know there will be no pearly gates. No joyous choruses.

But I will see her.

Be able to ask why.

If I can reach the end.

The weight of the future, the weight of death held in each snowflake drags me down.  Pulling through the bars.

My fingers are too cold. I can’t hold on.

I slip.

Terminal velocity.

Then I wake in a cold sweat.

I never get to see her.