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Diana, of Myths of the Mirror has a new feature on her blog called, “New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.”  Please visit the link to find out more about the challenge, then get to it!

I have set myself down on my mountain to bask in the cold, pure white snow. The full moon is my companion, and I glisten in its light. The daytime sun has been harsh, and I am battered by its heat, thankful for the winter air, to regenerate my soul.  Still, I remain, a part of this vastness, alone, that is, until this particular day. I don’t often get visitors, but today is an exception. A trail of fine men have come to scale my sides and perhaps, even a bit of spelunking. I suppose I could show them I am here, but that would serve no purpose. Instead, I will wait until the moment is right.


Frozen in time, I
Sit upon the mountain top
Patiently waiting

Naïve men journey
Unaware of the danger
Oblivious eyes

As night grows colder
My cave offers them shelter
But not a way out


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