Rd 2 for Lilli's weekly prompts. My muse will need a S'bux gift card for this one. ☕️ |
| Spectre "Ectoplasm!" Spengler cries. Apparitions. My, oh my. A clanking chain, a throaty moan - the barest clues you're not alone. Step by step, you leave behind the day, tracking now a hint of some decay. A darkened corner in a musty room conceals a misty something in the gloom. Cold the air, your halting breaths in puffs appear as swirling vapors nurture your rising fear. A gauzy mist takes shape, reeking of death and rot. "It cannot harm us!", and you're right - until you're not. Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |