Thursday Photo Prompt. Writephoto. Blue

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s of Daily Echo Thursday photo Prompt. Rules and Pingback Here.


I have been unable to blog for a while but I am trying to get back into writing so today I have managed another chapter of my SoC story the whole story can be found here at  Vampires,the Witch and the Werewolf.

 Blue

Once again Mathew stood a beach watching the moon throwing a silver shadow across the calm surface of the sea. Again he felt the long lost emotions washing over him. Deep gnawing loss, shock and horror and to make it all worse guilt.

It was cold and silent and Mathew shivered, he looked down at his feet to were there was a pile of ashes. A sudden wind took them and sent them into a flurry across the shore. Mathew felt the unfamiliar salty taste of tears on his lips.

He  watched his sister’s ashes fly away. He wept until he could almost feel nothing again. His beautiful sister was gone after eons together and he felt alone. Not only was she dead but she had died at his hands.

Replaying it all in his head Mathew was still shocked. Fay had joined in the forrest and for a while all was normal they hunted together.  Then she asked him where his aligience lay, was it with Roman and the Ancients, would he follow them into the brewing war. Would he kill the werewolf bitch and suck the blood from the witch and her brat?

Mathew had been stunned he knew which side he should be on but he could not think of killing Rachel or Lisa let alone little Hope. He had spun round and looked Fay in the eye. “It would not come to that” he shouted. “It already has! “screamed his sister. “Choose me and the Ancients” Fay glared at him. 

“I can’t,  Mathew said, “I won’t side against Rachel and Lisa.” Mathew looked at his sister she was right there infront of him but it was not her. He saw Roman in her eyes he felt Roman in her touch. 

Then the fight began, she grabbed him and drew out a silver knife from inside her cloak aiming for his heart she lunged at him. Mathew was too fast for her he shot away from her. 

“No” he shouted at her, he knocked the knife from her hand and so the fight to the death began. Fay bit scratched and ripped lumps of skin from  Mathew’s body.  She was like a demon possessed.

Finally Mathew found the strength to smash her against some rocks on the beach. He saw that she was impailed on a piece of drift wood, straight through the chest. Hissing and screaming she tried to wrench herself free. 

Mathew ran to her and started to help her, he had almost pulled her free when she bit into his chest trying to rip his heart out. Again Mathew saw Roman in her eyes and the hate she felt for him was tangible.

It was over in a moment, he pushed her back down and then  pulled her to the side ripping her chest open exposing her beating heart. He would never forget the terrified look in her eyes as she murmured his name… Roman was gone, this was his sister  he was killing.

Her heart beating still in his hand her body hanging limp on the drift wood. Mathew lifted Fay and laid her on the sand. Her heart and her blood already  turned to ash he carried her nearer to sea.

It only took seconds for Fay’s body to turn to ash and then gently blow away.

Roman sat in his tall tower angry that Mathew had killed Fay. He did not care that Fay was dead he was angry that she had alerted Mathew to the Ancients plans. 

Mathew needed to get back to Rachel.

#writephoto

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

46 thoughts on “Thursday Photo Prompt. Writephoto. Blue”

      1. Thanks. I took a peek. Looks like you used various photo prompts to create a series of chapters for your unified story. I don’t have the bandwidth to read them all now, so I’ll save them for another time. Thanks, Willow.

      2. Yes I have been writing the story as SoC .. Stream of Consciousness basis, I write each chapter per the prompt no planning or for thought. If you do read I hope you’ll tell me what you think πŸ’œπŸŒΉπŸŒΉ

      3. Thanks. I’d planned on looking up “SoC.” That would probably drive me nuts since I love to research my stories.

  1. Hi! This is my first time getting a chance to read your work. It’s thought provoking, deep, and leaves you wanting more. I hope you keep writing. Thanks!

  2. Nice one. When one is possessed, familiarity is lost and we see the hidden evil. But when mortally wounded, the evil vanishes and leaves behind the familiar one, the one we love. You captured this well.

    1. Thank you Eric, I felt this was how it might be. I am also trying to explain that Mathew, for reasons in the story , is regaining his mortality. Mathew is also a Vampire. πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸŒΉ

    1. Well it’s all there on the blog the whole story so far . As far as what happens next even I don’t know until Sue posts the next prompt next week as I am writing it SoC with no preparation. πŸ’œπŸ˜‰ I am so glad it got your attention. Happy New Year to you and yours. πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

      1. I love that you’re doing it this way. I will definitely have to go shopping.

      1. No worries it’s on the top of my page, and in the menu, the working title is Vampires, the Witch and the Werewolf. Hope you like it πŸ’œ

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