August 26, 2013

Blogfast - Magical Fantasy Land

It seems the challenge I set was a little harder than I thought!
Having been totally busy for the last week, with sick children, sick friends and a Surprise Baby shower planned that turned around completely with the birth of babe 7 weeks prem, the night before the shower.  An all nighter (1.5hrs sleep between 6.30 and 8am) Friday night due to the baby arriving at 11pm, playing Taxi (LOVINGLY) for the support people and family Saturday morning, cooking and cleaning for all those in need, I collapsed into bed at about 8pm Saturday night and fell fast asleep until about 8am Sunday morning! But I still didn't get up! ;)

So what is a Magical Fantasy Land?
And Descriptive Writing? Did I really? OMG!

In reality my Fantasy Land, involves Miracles not magic! The miracle of winning lotto, so there is money available to build a new house and set up our 30 acre property to be our dream!

But we are not talking reality here are we?

So lets leave the house, with it's leaking roof and float up through the ceiling, attic space, and roof, into the heavy mist and rain that pounds loudly on the tin, but hardly touches your skin and instantly dries on your clothes.  Higher you float through the Thick grey clouds pushing past the restrictions of heavy moisture laden air to burst forth into the blinding sunlight.  Hovering gently, eyes closed slowly adjusting to the new source of warmth and light before you, absorbing the heat gifted to you by the sun.  you turn your back to the sun and slowly open your eyes allowing the pupils to contract and adjust to the bright expanse of yellow light reflecting off the surface of the clouds now beneath you.
Staring around in wonder at the world around you, you notice behind you just a short way it a towering castle, it appears to be made of an intricate network of stone masonry, a huge tower in the centre, with 5 smaller towers around forming the points of a star.  Moving under the arch in the circular outer wall you reach out a hand, expecting the rough texture of stone to reach your finger tips, you find only wisps of mist swirl around and between your fingers returning to stone as they pass.
On the inside of the outer wall, you stand and survey your surroundings, far off to your right and left are walls slowing closing in on you, as you move closer to the centre tower.  There is no sign of an entry here and no way to turn off in the walls of stone.  Remembering the mists of the arch way you reach out tentatively and find your hand engulfed in mist, you take a brave step forward, feeling a rush of warmth when you never realised you were cold, completely surrounded by mist, you begin to feel constricted, but edge your way forward hoping to find...

Thanks for reading ;)
Join in with The Blogfast Club, thanks to KateSaysStuff, hosted this week over at Mummalish!
Check out the other writing pieces for the week and take a trip back through the posts to find some other challenges we have done!

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