Sometimes I like writing short pieces in response to art here are some of my efforts.
"You are travelling alone through a spooky forest,
When a dark wizard appears and gives you a magical potion.
What magnificent powers does this potion contain?"
Identifyed-Khaos
The potion glitters like flakes of the golden sun just before a burning sunset. You feel the weight of the small bottle in your hand, it feels lighter than it should be. You try to resist the urge to drink, the wizard hadn't seemed benign. The compulsion grew the longer you look, the bottle has no cork so you cannot put it down, but it seems almost sacrilege to tip this beautiful liquid out. You swirl the liquid gently, marvelling at the spiralling shards of sunlight. It slips down your throat, sweet and smooth, yet the bitterness which follows almost makes you cry. Your skin tingles and begins to glow with the deep gold of that sunset potion. It grows brighter and hotter, your clothes burst into flame. You feel you are about to burst into flame at any moment, but you don't. The glow doesn't fade, you look at yourself in the still pool nearby. Your hand traces your now ragged ears, and feels your spiked flame-red hair. A sun sprite, he's turned you into a sun sprite.... and sunset is fast approaching. The bottle shatters on the stones as you take your first leaping bound, the first in your lifelong chase. You chase the Sun, or you die.
The Liquid in the perfume bottle was almost totally clear, yet it seemed to shimmer a soft purple at times. The inscription on the bottle gave little clue as to what the potion might do, but you were intensely curious. You thought about spraying it on yourself, but that seemed unwise at best, terminal at worst. Instead you spray it at a nearby bird, who had been watching you in case you dropped some food. A purple glow surrounded it for a moment before it flew straight for you. You raised you hands in surprise and fear, but it merely landed on one and gazed at you adoringly. You try to shoo it away, but it merely flies to your shoulder. You now have a bird, but it has given you a small clue at least to the purpose of the potion.
"What would you do,
If the power to control the seas
Was in your hands? "
Identifyed-KhaosThe potion slips down my throat like sandy sea water. I can feel it changing me, the power is there. I don't know how to control it, but I can feel the motions of the sea before me. I take a few steps towards the water, then throw myself into it. I open my eyes hesitantly, but the salty water doesn't sting. I am swimming faster then I ever have before, rocketing through the water leaving a wake of sand behind me. I head for the deep sea, skimming the sandy bottom the whole way. I don't know how far I travel, exploring the rocky mountains and deep valleys of the ocean. I spend hours gaining the trust of the creatures around me, though sudden moves still scare them. I learn to feel the sea better, I know I could probably control it but all I want to do is explore, nothing more.
"Suppose you discovered this concoction on the beach...
What kind of powers would it grant you if you drank it?"
Identifyed-KhaosThe potion sits on the sand, nestled carefully in a bed of seaweed just beyond the gentle waves of low tide. The sand is damp around it, but no footsteps mark a bearer. You kneel down beside the potion, bending until your head is level with the bottle. It is the same golden colour as the dead seaweed that litter this shore, the same seaweed which forms its safe nest. With much hesitation you reach out to pick it up, perhaps fearing that it is some trap, that the potion inside will harm you. It doesn't though, and you feel rather foolish as you hold it up. The sun is low of the seaward horizon and shine through the potion, it seems lumpy, but smooth. You wriggle the cork gently from the neck, working at it with your fingertips and nails. After some effort the cork pops free and the bottle jerks, spilling some of it's potion onto your chest. Your heart flutters as you inhale the briny yet sweet scent of the concoction, but nothing else happens. Feeling like a modern Pandora you raise the bottle to your lips.
You hesitate one moment longer before sipping a small amount of the sweet, salty liquid. The beach becomes a cacophony of voices, squabbles for food, territory and females. "I saw that bit of seaweed first!" "Get away from my hole!" "Hey, do you like my pincer?" You look down in astonishment at the crabs a short distance away...
