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sleeping sperm whales sleeping

https://www.livescience.com/59910-sleeping-sperm-whales.html?utm_source=notification

Whales in quantity all sleeping vertically. It's eerie seeing them.

"The animals were inactive and unresponsive, even when the scientists approached them in a boat, but all the whales awakened quickly and swam away when the boat brushed against one of them and woke it up, the study authors reported.

Further observations revealed that the sperm whales entered these sleeping states by first descending head-down to a depth several times that of their bodies, then passively turning head-up and drifting closer to the surface. The findings showed that sperm whales around the world practice this vertical sleeping posture — but infrequently, spending only about 7 percent of their time asleep, ..."


Whales shifters with their pod?

Ozymandias

Jul. 19th, 2017 06:07 pm
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Ozymandias
- Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
- Shelley’s Poetry and Prose (1977)
ozymandias
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Title: Attention Deficit Distraction
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 243

Drat it. Carefully she lifted the mirror from the altar like vanity as if it were an offering, supporting the silvery polished surface from below and not touching its reflective portion. Too much work went into keeping the mirror clear, bright and perfect. Turning the mirror towards the demon, she said, “See yourself and go, return from where you came and never leave that place.”

The demon laughed, his eyes glowing. “You think you can banish me from this plane before I plant myself in you?”

Her smile answered and made him pause. Sweeping out his hand as if to strike the impediment to his desire, he made the mistake of looking.

His denial slowly vanished as the mirror rapidly sucked him in and through. Some day she resolved, replacing the mirror in its spot as carefully as she’d picked it up.; she would scry where the various ones went when so banished. One could only live so long before curiosity became too strong.

Turning back to the monitor, set onto the back of the vanity, her fingers found the keyboard and she let the internet suck her in. There was scrying and there was informational scrying. Her smile broadened, research, scrying through a monitor was called research. The fiction she was working on was sorely in need of researching. Now where was that photo of the door that seemed to have an eye in the center of its organic exterior. She shuddered.

Part 2 -
It's Magic http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1301932.html

meep door prompt
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Well the Wells Cathedral anyway. Someone immortalized him in stone.

Ren made it to church
The salamander represents Eternal Life.

wells cathedral -
lizard corbel in north transept, c13. this may be a later c13 repair after damage to this part of the crossing, built right at the cusp of the c12/13. it looks 1280 rather than 1200

http://www.ipernity.com/tag/stiffleaf/keyword/22849/@/page:4:18
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https://www.livescience.com/59056-orcas-may-be-killing-great-white-sharks.html?utm_source=notification#ooid=BvbnE1YjE6qYz11QtNqip7vvvWuTK9tR

Now, a fourth dead, liverless shark has washed ashore, according to a post today (June 26) on the Marine Dynamics blog, a site hosted by a shark cage diving company. The newly discovered 13-foot-long (4 meters) male shark was missing its liver, testes and stomach, according to the blog post. [See Photos of the Shark Necropsies]




I can see them eating the liver and the stomach, liver is rich in nutrients and seeing as sharks and orca eat pretty much the same things the stomach makes sense, but the testes? What's with that?

orca kills shark
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Radhuset Station, Stockholm on the Stockholm metro, organic architecture, bedrock exposed & unsculpted.
--John Evans

On Display

May. 27th, 2017 05:01 pm
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meep prompt cat and chickens


Title: On Display
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 513

It was the commotion at the back door that drew Glen to look. He wasn’t the only one looking.
There on the door mat was Cicero lying on his back his furry tail end to the glass and the chickens who were talking loudly amongst themselves.

“Ciss, must you place yourself on display like that. There’s been enough trouble with the rooster as it is. Unless you like the rooster’s attentions. He’s got enough to do with the hens, he doesn’t need to prove himself with you too.”

Cicero impossibly stretched longer to the enjoyment of the hens.

Glen shook his head,“Flasher. You better be careful. It’s possible to have chicken cat offspring. You think being constipated is bad, think about pushing out a kitten sized egg.”

Nimbly Cicero rolled to the side and up where he proceeded to groom ironically the base of his spine near his tail.

“Thought you hadn’t considered that particular complication.”

“Will you stop interfering.” It was a tall red haired man outside the glass of the door. “Ciss, the hens lay eggs all the time. Claim it’s better than like being fucked.”

“Well that’s not surprising. You jump on them and then you’re done. Kind of a slam bam thank you ma'am.” Glen was not pulling any punches.

The man outside the door returned to his rooster shape and stalked off into the yard.

“Well you scared him off, didn’t you.” Cicero now stood with his hands on his hips facing Glen. “I’m all warmed up with no one to fuck me.”

“Enough with your tom catting ways, Ciss. If you want me, you don’t have to tease the rooster. Just show up on my bed in human form and I’m more than willing to satisfy you. BUT, I demand you give up your wantonness. If you’re with me than you’re with me only.”

“That a proposal?”

Glen squirmed, “well, um, yes.”

There was a flurry of arms and Glen found himself being rubbed on and kissed at the same time. Guess it was difficult to take the cat out of the cat familiar.

“I’ve loved since the first pet, you know.”

“Uh huh,” there was strong skepticism in Glen’s response. “I on the other hand have loved you since you showed up wet and forlorn on my doorstep. You wound your way into my heart with stealthy paws.”

Scattering kisses over his human wizard, “As I intended. It’s all in the presentation. I had to wait until the first decent rainstorm.”

Kissing back, Glen descended into surrender, “As I’m glad you did. BUT no more teasing the rooster.”

Laughing, “I don’t like slam bam, thank you ma’am. Well maybe sometimes but I like my lover to be that, my lover. Roosters don’t do it for me. A certain wizard will though.”

“Good.”

“Good. Meet you in the bedroom.” Cicero in cat form cheated, made it to the bed first, where he lolled back in all his naked human form reminiscent of how he lay on the door mat to the appreciation of the hens.
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You can't expect a wizard's work area to be normal especially if his kid is going to spend some time there.
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These dovetail so nicely into one prompt but the first is so evocative. I could smell the scent of books, especially old ones.


in the library
death in the library

http://www.dictionary.com/slideshows/quotes-about-libraries#sloan
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tree lore

In Denmark we come across the old belief that he who stood under an Elder tree on Midsummer Eve would see the King of Fairyland ride by, attended by all his retinue. Folkard, in Plant-Lore, Legends and Lyrics, relates:
'The pith of the branches when cut in round, flat shapes, is dipped in oil, lighted, and then put to float in a glass of water; its light on Christmas Eve is thought to reveal to the owner all the witches and sorcerers in the neighbourhood';
http://www.botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/e/elder-04.html


https://www.pinterest.com/pin/198580664799403960/
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Rampike - a dead tree, especially the bleached skeleton or splintered trunk of a tree killed by fire, lightning, or wind.

dead tree
A Tree Against a Big Lincolnshire Sky
http://www.rodcollins.com/wordpress/walking-in-the-lincolnshire-wolds


Title: The rampike
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100



The tree stood tall, stark and dead against the sky. Branches easily crack off some of the branches.

“That is what we are looking for, a rampike,” Old Emrys’ voice was firm. “A tree that’s life was ended violently.”

“That’s what’s needed, a tree’s corpse?” Derwyn was skeptical.

“It and your own blood to revive it.”

“And that will make a powerful wand?”

“Yes.”

Emrys’ fingers bit into Derwyn’s arm. There wasn’t time to scream, only a gurgle of red life bubbling between lips.

“Blood to feed. bringing life. Power to wand from branch’s knife.”

Alive the wood glowed ominously.
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9 Tree Houses You Can Actually Sleep In
This hotel trend definitely took root and branched out globally.

tree house - eye
Maguire House at the Free Spirit Spheres in Vancouver Island, BC
PHOTOGRAPH COURTESY FREE SPIRIT SPHERES

http://www.nationalgeographic.com/travel/top-10/places-to-stay-tree-house-hotels/?utm_source=NGdotcom-Travel&utm_medium=Email&utm_content=20170413_Travel_Newsletter&utm_campaign=NGdotcom&utm_rd=2108184227

One of the tree houses commentary:
Even the bathrooms are special, with combustion toilets that incinerate their contents at more than 1100 degrees Fahrenheit.

*shakes head* Tree + 1100 degree F operating toilet... um.

Admittedly I'm afraid of very very nervous around heights
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rain

Title: Out with a Friend
Prompt # 235 – Rain Angry Sky
Word count: 100


“It was a dark and stormy day.”

“Night.”

Harry shrugged, “does it matter?”

“It could,” Ian answered.

Irritated, “How?”

“Well if we were talking about vampires...”

“Which we’re not.”

“Well it could.” Ian did not want to let it go, then he slumped. “Fine.”

“Look, I’ve been a vampire for 30 years. I should know. It’s the actual uv rays...”

“And the clouds block the ultraviolet light,” Ian finished for him.

“Well yeah.”

“Still… aren’t you up past your bedtime?”

“I’m peckish.”

“And…?”

“Well you’re here. And I’m here.”

“You think I’m going to just let you eat me?”

“Yes.”

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