Thursday, June 28, 2018

Demon Fact



Demons are believed to take form of a spirit, that are recognized by primitive animism. They can be human, non-human, separable souls, or discarnated spirits who has not inhabited a body.



Monday, June 25, 2018

Witch Fact



Illegal executions rose the estimated witch kills to 200,000 or more tortured, burnt, or hanged in Western world between 1500 until 1800.


Thursday, June 21, 2018

Demon based Photo Opening Line




This week the post will be about opening lines. I will provide a photo from pinetrest and then give you my opening line. I hope you will share yours.


Photo came from: https://quantumsuz.deviantart.com/art/Darkened-64330965

Opening Line:

Rachael sat on the edge of the cliff making the perfect photo to represent the proper atmosphere of her new Supernatural Hotel.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Mythical Creature based Photo Opening Line




This week the post will be about opening lines. I will provide a photo from pinetrest and then give you my opening line. I hope you will share yours.




Opening Line:

It’d been a long time since father took on his thunderbird skin, wouldn’t have happened if some Shifter Clan hadn’t decided to force him to sell the Thunderbird homelands.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Witch based Photo Opening Line




This week the post will be about opening lines. I will provide a photo from pinetrest and then give you my opening line. I hope you will share yours.




Opening Line:

Dresses from my birth era were atrocious thanks to the corset style clothing, if it wasn’t for my family insisting I follow the family tradition of having a birth-era photo done when I turned a century old I would not be wearing the idiotic dress.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Demon of the Week



Dagon (Dagan) is a deity from Mesopotamian and Levantine. They worshipped him as a fertility god. In the Hebrew bible he is mentioned as the national god of the philistines.

Facts came from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dagon#Ancient_Near_East

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Did you know . . .




There are many ghost cities in my home state of NC. One of such is Diamond City, which is located on the eastern side of Shackleford Banks in Carteret County. It became one after a hurricane sent 500 settlers fleeing.


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Mythical Creature of the Week



This week I chose my favorite mythical creature. This is only one of the many photos I like, but when I saw this one today I immediately thought of three unicorns leading the charge to the rescue of someone in danger.

Let me know what you thought of the moment you saw this photo.

Photo came from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/AXQZbXecg1CEuAqpGDC16DRH2qNEGf3aDFjTCico2Yo40rdpLX6GlyY/



Monday, June 11, 2018

Supernatural Photo Flash Fiction Scene



Photo came from: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/515873332300584134/

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Unedited Adult Only Scene
Supernatural aspect mentioned or alluded to.
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I stared at the old, faded hand painted photo gaping. My hair, but not. My eyes, but not. My nose, but not. My cheekbones, but not. It was as if looking in a mirror. Me, but not me. How?

“What is going on?”

The words had slipped from my lips before I knew it. Not like I was expecting anyone to answer. Hope to goodness they didn’t since I broke into the ran down mansion in hopes of finding something to sell. I didn’t break into places often, but mom’s medical bills and her death had left me desperate. Part of me had hoped that she would have left me something stashed away, but I knew better. The cancer had not only stolen her life, but everything she managed to save throughout my childhood, including my college fund. I wasn’t complaining though. I had five extra years with her after the doctor told her the chemo would only give her a few months extra.

“What are you doing here?”

I stiffened when I should have ran down the stairs, but what was the use. The person had to stand at the bottom of them, or on them.

“I would appreciate an answer.”

The rich deep voice held the unspoken threat of police involvement, or worse, if he didn’t get an answer. What was I supposed to tell him? The truth. Not like he would believe I wondered in by mistake. Not like I could have spilled such a lie anyway. I might be broke and homeless, but I wasn’t a liar. Still had some respect.

“I’m sorry.” I turned, halfway expecting to see the man holding a gun at me, but he simply stood propped against the stair railing. “I was not going to take much. Just enough to help – -“

“There is nothing here to steal of value.” The man took three steps placing him in a ray of the moonlight. “The photo is amazing isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“A polite thief.” His chuckle reminded me of my own. “Do you know who she is?” He came up a couple more steps.

“No, Sir.”

“You should.”

“Huh?”

“She is your ancestor.”

“I’m sorry, but you are mistaken.” I took a couple of steps back, when he moved up a couple more steps.

“Did your mother not tell you about this place?”

“Why would she?”

“It belongs to you.”

“What!” This man was insane. Her mother had no family. Hell, the woman didn’t even know who my father was.

“Did she not tell you, who your father was?”

His question sent little shock waves over my arms. My mom constantly told me of her flaunting ways in her younger years. She was the type of mother who believed that if she was honest with her child then her child would learn from her mistake. She’d been right. Not knowing, and being aware that I would never know who my father was kept me from sleeping around. Many guys tried to get me to give it up, but I was determined not to give myself to anyone other than the man I married.

“I take your silence as a no.”

When had he took the last five steps? I looked to the left taking in the five doors. The right held another hallway, but I had no clue what lay behind them. Wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.

“There are several windows in each room.” The guy crossed his arms. “You have no reason to run though.”

“Why not?” What in the world was I doing?

“Like I said this place is yours. Has been since your father passed away”

Least the man wasn’t claiming to be her father. For some reason that soothed her. She wasn’t sure why she even thought so. The man was way too young to be her father. Brother, maybe.

“I see you are catching on.”

“Onto what?”

“Who I am.”

How did the man think that? She wasn’t sure what was going on. She just wished he’d either call the law, or let her by him so she could leave.

“All you have to do is walk by me.” He stepped aside. “Like I said the place  belongs to you and I have no right to call the law on you. You could take every painting in here and sell it if you wish, but I don’t think you will.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You were raised right. That I’m sure of.”

“Why you say that?”

“We watched over you all these years.”

Who the hell was we? Why would he say they watched over her? How the hell did he know she wanted to get by him? I had not told him so, only thought . . .

“You are on the right track.” The man moved to the left, giving her a free path to the stair. “There is lots you need to know about who you are. Who the photo is of. Who your father was? Who I am? Why you have always been drawn to this house.

“How did . . .” Crap. How had known that year after year I dreamed of living in the vacant house across town. I’d walked by it every day for the last two years. Even pretended that the owner of the place would sweep in and take me away from all the hardship while mom was so sick.

“He would have, if he could have.”

“What?”

“Your father would have came to take you away from what you suffered, but your mother made him swear to never approach you.”

“My mother did not know who my father was.”

“She told you that?”

I nodded.

“Then she lied.”

“Do not . . .”

He held his hand up. “I’m sorry. Did not mean that as disrespectful. My dad would kick my ass for talking about his woman in such a way.”

“Your dad? His woman?” I shook my head and took in a deep breath. “I think it is time I left.”

“That is up to you, but any time you wish to know more about your father and me, then just come back. I will know when you are here.”

“You live here?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I have a way to know when anyone enters the house. It only takes me a second or two to get here.”

I shook the fuzziness from my head and shoved the desire to ask more question aside. No way was I going to get into some kind of funky situation with a guy that seemed to know what I was thinking. Nope. He didn’t. He just made some lucky guesses.

“I am sorry I broke in.” I reached the top step and faced him, gaping at how his cheekbone sunk in like mine. Not to mention the light silver glitter his eyes bore. Mine did the same. Mom always told me it was just the light reflecting off my bright blue eyes. I believed her. No one else seemed to notice it. “Who are you?” I hadn’t meant to ask the question, but it slipped from my mouth.

“Justin Flay. Your Brother.”

Next thing I knew a large hand gripped my arm and tugged me towards him. Then the lights seemed to fade around me.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Demon of the Week:




Among the demons are listed the 72 Spirits of Solomon, but only one of them is the Grand President of Hell. Caym.

Fact came from: https://www.demonicpedia.com/demon-quick-list/

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Sprite



This photo caught my eye while I was surfing Pinetrest.




Photo came from: http://www.syfy.com/syfywire/trolls-faeries-and-sprites-shine-these-13-new-maleficent-concept-art-images

Monday, June 4, 2018

Crystals



This week I was looking through some photos on Pinetrest and ran across a page titled Witch Spells. This photo doesn’t really relate to spells so much as how a crystal can be used to aid someone. Some may see that as a spell, others may not. Not so sure about how I view it. What I do know is that if a crystal can help in healing then it would be an amazing things.