Magenta Monster

Deep within the layers of rock that make up the Earth’s crust a treasure and horror of antiquity lies, the broken corpse of a naval super power, an island nation, dashed by the very waters of the ocean for it’s decadence and ambition had arose.

It sleeps mindful of the world above, within it’s heart a vestige population roam having become something almost other to those who still swim the surface waters. They wait and hope and languish.

When the time comes and hubris raises it’s head once more – then… then the flood gates of this once great city will open and the peoples distorted and jealous will come to finish the work of the great waves and land tremors. Humanity broke the world and the World will have its revenge.

Fossils and the stories they tell facinate us – what do these fossils say to you?

Picture a Story is a series of photographs and images by Sarah Snell-Pym that other writers may use as writing inspiration.

The Rent

The spire rose high into the cloudless sky. This was a dagger puncturing the vault of the heavens and sometimes on stormy nights you could see the life blood of the universe bleed in, trickling both down and up the spire.

This was the gateway but as of no-one knew – no-one saw the rent that sucked the joy from the world.

But soon they would.

Jamie had been watching the spire for years, he seemed to be the only one who sensed that there was something wrong. As a toddler he would scream and scream as they walked past it, now as an adult he stood and stared at it, day in day out reguardless of the weather.

Today was one of those days when it was bleeding, dark congealed pain seemed to wash over the honey coloured stone, it would have been more dramatic if it had been the bone grey of other churches in the area. And he was the crazy man who stood in the grave yard cackling to himself.

No one listened, and today the congealed clots of existence seemed to be rearing up, becoming creatures struggling in the half light. Jamie liked them even less and took a step back. He did not want to be here watching this, it felt somehow dangerous now. He fled to his hovel, a basement flat with slime mould on the wall, pitted and brown and shiny. You never wanted to touch it.

One wall was tins and another water. He checked his torches and candles and put a chair to the door. Something was coming. As if he were still a small boy he hide under the blanket, and whispered on repeat “Deamontide”. Outside the sky turned a smoked red and for once Jamie was not the only one who could see the rent. Screams filtered down to him in his nest and he shivered.

Picture a Story is a series of photographs and images by Sarah Snell-Pym that other writers may use as writing inspiration.

In a world where the effects of climate change and human effects on the environment are becoming more and more apparent – what does this shed say to you?

Picture a Story is a series of photographs and images by Sarah Snell-Pym that other writers may use as writing inspiration.

Picture a Story is a series of photographs and images by Sarah Snell-Pym that other writers may use as writing inspiration.

Picture a Story is a series of photographs and images by Sarah Snell-Pym that other writers may use as writing inspiration.

Picture a Story is a series of photographs and images by Sarah Snell-Pym that other writers may use as writing inspiration.

Picture a Story is a series of photographs and images by Sarah Snell-Pym that other writers may use as writing inspiration.

What we have, this burning of spirits and need for each other, this wonderous thing is not love. Love the insipid, love the overly kind and love the blinder. We are not bound by each other.

No what this is is something more than that and never – less – but it is not all pervading or clinging.

We do not drown in each other, we are not smothered.

Instead we are amplified and carried on waves of self discovery mutual and beautiful.

This is not Love, it is something Truer.