Gabrielle Steele

The horn blew long & loud in the night
A call to the #hunt for the ghastly wight
The moon did hide, and the stars seemed far
Men's quiet footsteps the dark did mar
Not by mere chance was the sky that way
For the wight did hunt those who thought him prey.#vss365 #WritingCommunity

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) April 4, 2021

Whoever heard of a #porcine transformation? Lupine, sure, but porcine? She stared at her hideous reflection. Floppy ears, rounded snout, & beady little eyes. As a tear rolled down her hairy cheek, she lifted her hand to the mirror. Not a hand. A trotter.#WritingCommunity #vss365

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 30, 2021

The dragon’s wings creaked as he banked, and his prey dived into the grey clouds below. Gone. One day he would hunt down the spriggan who cursed him to be a #xyloid. He couldn’t even breathe his own fire now without fear of burning himself to ashes. #vss365 #WritingCommunity

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 27, 2021

The roiling #fog wasn’t enough to hide the crystal’s golden light. It guided her, yes, but she wasn’t the only one seeking its power. A low rumbling came from behind. Turning, she reached not for her sword, but her whip. A black lion stalked towards her #vss365 #WritingCommnunity

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 25, 2021

His #rapier clattered to the marble floor, and she held her own to his thick throat. For years she’d dreamt of that moment, and though it would be easy to slice him open like the pig he was, she wanted to savour the fear in his beady eyes.#vss365 #WritingCommunity

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 19, 2021

To peer at a peer might be called a leer,
To peer at a peer could well cause them fear,
Don’t peer at a peer, including their rear,
Don’t peer at a peer if you’re drunk on beer,
To peer at a peer is wrong, am I clear?#vss365 #WritingCommunity #poetry #poem #peer

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 15, 2021

Her tears of laughter turned to ones of panic as the #grape lodged in her throat. Everyone thought she choked on laughs, and she tried to smile even as she struggled for air. To make even the hint of a cough would kill her with embarrassment before the grape finished her. #vss365

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 14, 2021

The #great weight in my chest,
It gives me no rest,
I have to be best,
And now I’m obsessed,
With grades, followers, likes, hearts,
Titbits of praise from the masters of arts,
See people’s happiness,
When I’m just a mess,
Makes me feel worthless,
Self-torment endless.#vss365

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 13, 2021

My #arms are empty
My lover gone
My hollow heart
Still beating on
She gave me hope, purpose, reason
She gave me dread, sorrow, treason
My eyes are burning
My tears all gone
My foolish heart
Still beating on#vss365 #WritingCommunity

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 10, 2021

I stared at my #name & signature. A good forgery, I'd give her that. Ripping up the will wasn't satisfying enough, so I fed the scraps to the fire. Over the crackle came the scuff of a boot & scrape of steel on leather. Not even the courtesy of poison. #vss365 #WritingCommunity

— ✍️ Gabrielle Steele 🐉 (@eldris) March 6, 2021