#crytober2019

Day 6 of @misclae 's Crytober, today's prompt being Tarot. Here's my tarot of Sam.

Crytober Day 2: Grow

This is based on the prompt list developed by @misclae​ and friends. I decided to use the prompts for writing instead of drawing as well as pick out the days/prompts that I liked the most, which is 85% of them. I’m only writing short drabbles as both an exercise and a challenge, just to see if I can get my point across clearly in a limited amount of words. I hope it all turns out okay, and thanks for reading!

Tagging: @starsandskies​, @leavenopathuntaken​, @callmelittlewolf​, and @fatalbeans​ ❤️

Day 3: Orchard

Too often does the noise inside John Seed's head rivals that of the noise outside. It is dulled and placated in a few ways -- meticulously turning sinner into faithful; disappearing into the billowing clouds high above the county; a humbling sermon delivered with reverence by his older brother. Though one method in particular is rarely sought after for the window of opportunity is so slim.

Resting under the shade of the apple trees at the northern end of the valley.

The orchard isn't massive, not meant for industrious work. But it sits tucked away just far enough from prying eyes where he can find some semblance of solitude. The faithful that tend to the trees are limited and knowingly keep their distance from John. Especially when he's got his eyes closed, face upturned like a sunflower to the golden rays, and a mottled, half-eaten apple dangling precariously from inked fingers.

It is here, among the rustle of leaves and the scent of fresh earth, with the ripeness of harvest abound at arm's reach, that his mind quiets the most. Where he can ease the racing thoughts down to a crawl, long enough to fall back onto better memories. The calm in the eye of the storm.