Oh the sacrilege, the heresy, the travesty, of violently prying those beautiful doors from the old house.
The mystery of mugwort! A sedative, a somnambu-- uh, sleep-inducing!-- mugwort haze.
Well, dang. I can't continue until I track down that pesky word for sleep inducing. It is not somnambulist - apparently that refers only to sleepwalking. Soporific, then?
Soporific it is: A drug or other substance that induces sleep; a hypnotic.
You pack a lot into a small space! People are now sterile, thanks to medically mandated treatments for all, and some are living off grid.
This "Blaster" character sounds like an imp, a woodland elf, one of Shakespeare's tricksters, like Puck (?).
What is he up to - what does he plan to do with the unconscious Clare and Jake?
Set the timer for another five minutes, Stacey, and keep us informed!
That's exactly what he is! I hadn't really envisioned him clearly, but I knew he was not human.
I set the timer and wrote three times for that prompt. I finally gave up. The whole freewrite didn't go well, or not as well as I like them to. I prefer to go into a trance and out pops a story, but this one was labored and frustrating. I think that shows in the dang thing. I think finishing it will not be a freewrite, and I do not have a CLUE where it will go. I thought of you when I named my bulldog "Hoss".
Zeliacordero wrote a great one about the covid con, using the cough beautifully.
I can't upvote, share, or comment at PeakD, but for now I'll excerpt this:
All sounding way more familiar than I would like. But well done!