Writer's Platform Building Campaign Challenge # 2

Welcome fellow Campaigners! (Click here to go to the linky-list)  Here are the challenge rules, and below, you'll find my entry!  Good luck to everyone...I can't wait to see what you've all come up with for this challenge.  ~ Nadja

Second Campaigner Challenge

I hope you all had fun with my First Campaigner Challenge, because it's time for the Second! And this one's even more challenging, so I've given you a week and a half to write it :D

The Challenge is:

Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:

• include the word "imago" in the title
• include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity,"

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.

For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!

Once you’ve posted your Challenge post on your blog, pop back here and link directly to it in the Linky List below (please make sure you include the direct link to your post, not just the link to your blog!).

Entries in the Second Campaigner Challenge will close on Monday, October 3rd (at 11.59pm EDT). That's a week and a half (longer this time), so make sure you get your post in the Linky List before then if you want to be eligible for a prize! As usual, while everyone is very welcome to take part in this Challenge, only Campaigners will be eligible for prizes.


I've again set up the Linky List to let you "Like" entries, so make sure you come back here and vote. Winners this Challenge will be determined solely on the basis of your votes. This is an honor system, so please don't take advantage of this process either on your own or another's behalf. "Like" voting will close on Friday, October 14th.

Imago Of The Seeker's Heart

Smooth edges fitted her palm, but for once she sought not the familiar reflection the mirror held. Usually she notched the stick as well, measuring her lacuna, the synchronicity of looking and marking offering meaning to the uncertainty of her new life.

Isolated for one moon after her capture in defense of any miasma she might have carried, her white soul had been starved to awaken her Indian soul. 'Seeks Her True Heart' was the name bequeathed her by the warrior who had pulled her from the raging river and taken her into his home. After many days of observing her ritual, he spoke.

“When you no longer need to look, you will finally see yourself.”

How long ago had that been?

The magnetism of his gaze attracted her attention, his eyes smiling even as his expression remained unchanged, and at last she understood. Oscitating in wolfish imitation, stretching his long, beautiful limbs beside her in the early dawn, he spoke to her for the first time in the tender way of a lover.

“Today you achieve your imago, for you do not seek yourself in the small glass, but see yourself in the reflection of my eyes.”