Elisa Wontorcik
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Artist, writer, and ritual-maker reclaiming voice through chaos and creation. Founder of Embrace the Chaos Creations, I craft prose, collage, and testimony that honor survivors, motherhood, and mythic renewal.
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The Hall of Odin
The climb from the roots of Yggdrasil was long, the air thinning as stone gave way to sky. She emerged into the vastness of Asgard, where the golden hall of Odin rose like a mountain of firelight. Its rafters groaned under the weight of shields and spears, its walls gleamed with runes carved by hands older than memory.
By Elisa Wontorcik24 days ago in Chapters
The Three who Weave
The cavern was thick with the scent of damp soil, the roots of Yggdrasil stretching like veins through the dark. Urd sat closest to the loom, her hair white as frost, her hands steady as stone. She touched each thread with reverence, whispering of what had already passed.
By Elisa Wontorcik24 days ago in Chapters
The Spirit of the Raven
The cavern beneath Yggdrasil was damp with the scent of earth and rot. Roots as thick as towers coiled downward, their bark slick with the serpent’s venom. The Norns bent over their loom, pale fingers weaving threads that glimmered faintly in the gloom. Each strand hummed with inevitability—birth, silence, death.
By Elisa Wontorcik25 days ago in Chapters
The Grave of Silence. Content Warning.
They called me cruel. But they never looked at what they left behind. I wish they could see the broken side of me—the part they help create. The part that still wakes with me. Still follows me like a shadow, never gone, always just beneath the surface.
By Elisa Wontorcik27 days ago in Confessions
