Bingo fill: Psychic sense or absence
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fuzzyredAn Unusual Warning
Bingo square: Psychic Sense or Absence
Genre: Fiction
Phoebe reclines on her couch, hands laced over her belly, wishing the feeling of dread would coalesce into something tangible or else disappear completely. These feelings came and went, sometimes more frequently than others, never anything more than a vague sense of something about to go wrong. Phoebe didn't mind the thought of being psychic, or having a bit of a heads up about danger, but these foggy feelings never gave her anything to go on and so weren't helpful for much more than unsettling her.
With a deep breath, Phoebe sat up a little straighter, closed her light brown eyes and focused. She counted her breaths, slowing them down and trying to find the calm of meditation. Underneath her hands, she could feel her own body heat and a shimmering energy that seemed to beat in time with her pulse. One by one, Phoebe put all thoughts out of her mind, until all of her concentration was on simply feeling what was happening in her gut.
The young woman had tried meditation many times before, hoping that if she was just open and receptive enough, she could turn the nebulous sense of unease into a concrete warning, but she had yet to succeed. Phoebe wasn't sure how long she sat there, but after awhile she started to feel little eddies and swirls in the energy that didn't match her pulse or breathing. Another timeless eternity later, when she had grown familiar with the feeling of the dread move and mutating, Phoebe's eyes popped open and she gasped, "I can't believe it worked. I have to warn mom."
Bingo square: Psychic Sense or Absence
Genre: Fiction
Phoebe reclines on her couch, hands laced over her belly, wishing the feeling of dread would coalesce into something tangible or else disappear completely. These feelings came and went, sometimes more frequently than others, never anything more than a vague sense of something about to go wrong. Phoebe didn't mind the thought of being psychic, or having a bit of a heads up about danger, but these foggy feelings never gave her anything to go on and so weren't helpful for much more than unsettling her.
With a deep breath, Phoebe sat up a little straighter, closed her light brown eyes and focused. She counted her breaths, slowing them down and trying to find the calm of meditation. Underneath her hands, she could feel her own body heat and a shimmering energy that seemed to beat in time with her pulse. One by one, Phoebe put all thoughts out of her mind, until all of her concentration was on simply feeling what was happening in her gut.
The young woman had tried meditation many times before, hoping that if she was just open and receptive enough, she could turn the nebulous sense of unease into a concrete warning, but she had yet to succeed. Phoebe wasn't sure how long she sat there, but after awhile she started to feel little eddies and swirls in the energy that didn't match her pulse or breathing. Another timeless eternity later, when she had grown familiar with the feeling of the dread move and mutating, Phoebe's eyes popped open and she gasped, "I can't believe it worked. I have to warn mom."
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