About Wendy Schardein

Wife, mother, novelist, editor, bad artist, New Agey type, and closet vampire who lives in a messy, happy house with my husband and three big dogs. You can find me on most social media sites as Whisper292.

Moon Deck 24 Sketch

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I’ve been learning to draw, and while most of my work looks like crap, I do one occasionally that I really like. This is from an oracle deck called the Moon Deck. The card is No. 24, I love Myself Completely and Unconditionally. I hope you enjoy.

Across the Pond

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Are things really that different on the other side of the Atlantic?

Yup.

I found a great channel on YouTube called Lost in the Pond. Lawrence has lots of videos covering memos between the U.S. and Britain that seem to have gotten lost in the pond. Check it out.

Horror Writing Prompt: Morse Code

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PROMPT: YOU’VE NEVER FELT THE SAME AFTER LEARNING MORSE CODE. THE RAIN KEEPS TELLING YOU TO RUN.

My response. I would love to see your all’s responses in the comments (no judgments on “your all’s,” please. I’m from Kentucky, and here it’s a totally valid phrase.).

TRIGGER WARNING: SENSITIVE CONTENT

I was conscripted into the military. We all were, really. The unit I was assigned to was being prepared for infiltration behind enemy lines, and I learned their languages. One of those languages I learned was a system of dashes and dots they called Morse Code, after the man who invented it. And it changed my life forever.

Ever since I learned it, I’ve heard messages in places that made no sense. The rain tells me to run.

.-. ..- -.

The treads of a tank rolling by tell me to hide.

…. .. -.. .

The drums played at a nearby temple tell me time is running out.

– .. — . / .. … / .-. ..- -. -. .. -. –. / — ..- –

Even the anchor chain of a ship in the harbor says to get away.

–. . – / .- .– .- -.–

This morning, as I look up to see two small planes flying over, a motorcycle goes by, and the engine growls that it’s too late.

– — — / .-.. .- – .

My world is suddenly filled with blinding light. When my vision clears, I see a strange cloud rising over Hiroshima. A blast of hurricane-force wind slams into me, and then I feel nothing at all.

I should have listened.