Kind of still stuck in the Brain Lock I wrote about yesterday. Hopefully the D'verse prompt tonight will break me out of it. I keep working on these old scripts, stories, articles, and a few poems. Well this isn't old, I just scribbled most of it on a notepad this afternoon as I waited to see one of my doctors. I touched it up a bit just now, but it's not perfect by any means. Just wanted to post something, as I firmly believe that you get through "funks" by working through them.
Well, it's worked for me before, regarding writing anyhow:)
An archaeologist discovered an oddity amongst the newly discovered ancient remains. He believed the artistry upon the burial tapestry, when it said, what it said, words so detailed, they could only be describing this woman’s Incan heritage. Other puzzling clues were found as well, all pointing to a similar spell. Yet what baffled the doctor most, was finding the chamber, so far from native land. To his knowledge, the Incans never lived on ancient Mesopotamian sand. And the depths, where rested her makeshift tomb, removed any doubt, that the body never had been moved.
A forensic anthropologist was deep amidst a strange, strange case. She unearthed a collection of bodies discovered south, deep beneath the Dakotas down, below the Sioux burial space. There were five women and four men, seemingly alive one minute, dead the next. The structure of the bones, the framework of the stones, chiseled-cut, all combined to identify Inuit. If this was not strange enough, the jewelry buried with, all dated and crafted in and for, the times and hands of Sumerian princesses, lost, simply missing since the day they disappeared. Or so tell stonewalls there.
Either an elaborate deception is at play or our skepticisms are all too alive this day.
Science has always been about discovery.
Magic has always been about spells.
Combine the two and increase memorability
And the combination can be immeasurable,
And the impossible
As what each secret
In the mind beholds.
Sometimes, there is no explanation.