WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 19/2019

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Shades of Grey

Everything was grey

No difference twixt night or day.

There was no joy or happiness

Colours were banned, put to rest.

Buildings crumbled, neglected

Hope was pushed out rejected.

Water had all but run out

Food was dwindling no doubt.

Everyone was dower, sad

They had lost all they had, had.

One night the sky came to life

Colours across the grey did strike

Few saw, all to busy looking down.

Trapped in twilight stumbling around.

The words painted on the wall

Like a joke taunting them all.

A distorted ladder did arrive

One brave man climbed to reach the sky.

“Yes”he said “the beginning is near”

“But it is the end for us I fear.”

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This is part of Hélène Vaillant’s What do you see.

Twittering Tale #128 – 19 March 2019 – Pug in a Blanket

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Azriel was missing, Mike and Gabe had searched hi and low to no avail.Satan was enjoying watching them.The Big Man had located him. Sitting on the bed at flat 23, swaddled in a blanket. OMG she’s cute Dave I love her so much. Azriel cringed at the word she. Satan was having fun.
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  • This is part of Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding’s Twittering Tales.

    WHAT DO YOU SEE? MARCH 12, 2019

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    The  dead lay all around under the bridge. The  battle  had been bloody and  furious. The Dragon  fort bravely and  slayed  the  sons  of man .They had  again  attacked  him without  reason  or warning.

    Truly  he could not understand  why  they hated  him so much. Every hundred or  so years  they  would  come  and  search him out. He  was tired now and lonely. All his kin had  long  died  or  taken to  the air  to  leave  this  inhospitable planet, peopled by the  evil son’s of Adam and Eve.

    Why he wondered  were  they so unkind  and blood thirsty, why had they always  persecuted him and his kind. If only  they would try talking  he  could of explain  that he was the last guardian of  their  selfish , miserable  kind. No matter how  they treated him he  would stay to protect them until he was no more able to. Yes  he killed  them in Battle  but  never blindly or without feeling. Every time  he  took a mortal’s life  he died a little inside .

    They just would not  learn, he  could  see into the future  and  what he saw was terrifying  beyond  belief.  War machines, that flew the skies, some that moved across land at high speed and even more that  ploughed  the waters above and below. He  wept, he  hurt for them …would  they ever learn? He  saw  men from different nation’s  and eras preaching  war, a few preached peace  but  they did not  shout  as loud  and  were soon silenced. To his  horror he  saw also the females become leaders  and some were as evil as  the men.

    In despair he wept. Then he felt a presence before  him. He raised his face and looked into the eyes of a young knight who too was weeping . The Dragon  read the lad’s  mind  and  showed  him what  he foresaw. He told  the young  knight  what he feared  was  the  fate of  his  world. The  knight wept , the Dragon wept, they wept together.

    The knight  saw how mortally tired  the Dragon was but he  had no wish to harm him. “How  can I help” asked  the boy, he was all of  thirteen dressed and armed as a knight.” I don’t know” answered  the Dragon a huge  tear running done his  scaly face.  They sat a while in silence then who knows, maybe  God  or  some  other  supreme being sowed a seed of hope in both their heads.

    “I know” said  the boy , “you need sleep” . “Yes”  agreed  the Dragon “a millennia at least,” smiling  as he spoke. “Well ” said  the boy , then he  and  the Dragon spoke  as one.

    “If I / You pretend  to kill you /Me, I/You can tell the world I /You killed you/Me  the last Dragon . ” they stopped  and looked at each other. The boy said , “yes  then  you could sleep and no one  will look for you or  attack  you ” “I will give  you  one of  my diamond eyes and part of  my tail as  proof. ”  “Really said  the boy in shock will that not  hurt you ” The dragon waved  a clawed paw at him , “only  momentarily, after a  few hundred years I will of repaired myself. ”

    “Make it  look real boy use  your sword, then leave me  to rest . ”

    The  boy wept as he  cut out  the dragon’s eye  and removed  part of his tale. The Dragon for his part let out  a huge roar that was heard in every village  and town for miles.

    “Go boy”whispered the Dragon, “make  them believe you. Then I shall sleep and awake  when this  world needs me . ”

    The  Boy mounted his white steed  and and rode off towards  the city of men to tell them the  last dragon was dead. He  also vowed to keep his promise  to the Dragon to make a difference.

    The  snow  began to fall as  the  Dragon settled  down under  the  bridge . The  bodies of  the slain men turned  to stone  as  the  snow  covered them . The Dragon fell fast asleep and God  or  some other supreme  being  cloaked him to be invisible  until man was better, wiser and  ready to listen to his  wisdom and find  the way to peace.

    The  boy, shall I tell you his name? It was George and he became  a saint . The Dragon  well he still sleeps , gathering his  strength , awaiting  the  day  when we will of  evolved enough  for him and his  kin to return  and show us how to live in peace.

    Sadly I doubt I shall see that  day, but it will come.

    This is part of Hélène’s What do  you see prompt. 

    Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

    Death  was  tired, that just goes without saying  really. It was a full moon and this  always  played  havoc  with his  old bones. Shivering he  crossed  the moors alone  and  weary. As  he  crossed  the horizon …he  is  Death  and if  he  wants  to cross an horizon  I am not  going to stop him are  you ? he cursed his job.

    As he  hobbled  on he was truly  regretting  that  he had  allowed  his apprentice  to have  the  night off  and  take his  horse out  for a ride. Death pondered  once again the pros and cons  of  upgrading  to a car or  a helicopter but  the last time  he had  mentioned  this  to the man upstairs  he had  been told in no uncertain terms  that  scary horses were, what was expected  and scary horses it  would  remain for himself  and his  three apocalyptic brothers.

    Suddenly  he  saw  the sign in the distance, it looked  to any passing  mortal , like  an unusual pub sign. It was in fact an empty frame in which a wizard’s hat was suspended. This to the informed, indicated  the presence  of  an Enchanted  Tavern.

    Tonight  Death had an usual job. One  of  this  earth’s  oldest  soothsayers had  come to the end of  a very long  and  busy life. The chap , Nigel by name , had  overseen many a century  of wars, evil doings, shady deals and even shadier politicians and of late a Brexit . It was the Brexit  that had  been the  sight too many  for Nigel.

    Nigel sat  by the  fire in the  huge  and yet cosy hostelry  surrounded  by old friends  and old foes, eating a sumptuous meal of steak and ale pie and chips. A huge bottle  of Malbec  sat on the table  in front of him.

    It had been noted by the regulars  that Nigel  had  absolutely  nothing to say  tonight . This was most unusual  for him because  he  was always  telling  tales of  death  destruction  and  dystonian futures. Not tonight Nigel  was on a mission to eat his dinner  and drink as much wine as was un-humanly possible.

    As  the door blew open, Nigel put his  knife  and fork down , and as clearly  as he could  with a mouth full of  meat and pastry, addressed  the Spectre as he entered.  “Your early, Death  me old friend. I ‘ave  not  finished me dinner yet” 

    No one  bothered to look around as  Death entered  and approached Nigel’s table. “Calm down I am here now  and I am quite  happy to sit awhile  and enjoy a rest , it’s bloody raw out there. ” Death replied as  he plonked  a large egg timer  down on the table  between himself  and Nigel. “We have time enough for  you to share a pudding  with me while we let  the sands run out.I have never diddle anyone  out of  anytime. ”

    Taking  an empty glass off of a passing barmaid  Death poured himself  a good measure of wine. He sat down , groaning loudly  and took a large mouthful which  ran straight through him and unto the sawdust floor.

    Nigel and  Death  finished  the  meal, the wine  and  a spotted dick  and custard  then sat in silence  watching  the  last of  Nigel’s life drain away. As the last grain of  sand  fell on to the large pile  laying  in the lower part of  the timer Nigel let out  a huge belch and  stepped out of  his  body. Death  dragged himself up out of his  warm and  comfy chair.

    As they  left  the tavern, no one  took any notice of  them. Death,  though not  a frequent visitor  never caused a stir.  Outside the two spirits looked up at  the sign and  the cloudy sky. “Before  we go” said Nigel  ” Who’s  hat  was  that ” Death looked at him in shocked surprise and replied “You mean,you, the greatest soothsayer of  all, don’t know”   Nigel looked Death straight  in  the eye sockets and hissed “Na , if I knew I wouldn’t  ask ya would I.” Death  grinned , to be honest  he had a permanent grin. Slowly  he  he guided  Nigel away and  out of  earshot and  replied ” Well I suppose it doesn’t matter now  it belonged to ……………………

    Back inside  the  tavern  everything  went on as  normal …or what passed  for normal in those circles. The cleaner sighed  as he  cleared up the  sticky mess of  food and  wine  that Death  had left in his wake.

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    This  is  my  entry  for

    Thursday photo prompt: Sign #writephoto

     

    Twittering Tales #127 – 12 March 2019

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    What a sight, even on a dark wet night like this. The express pulled in to the station .The hiss as she braked was deafening. Mason scanned the passengers as they disembarked filling the place with bustle. Then he saw her smile, Emerald. Everything else just
    disappeared.
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    This  is my  entry for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding Twittering Tales 

    Blue Bell

    Blue Bell

    Bell was  a deeply  troubled  child

    No one  could train  her  she  was  wild.

    Her days  spent foraging  in the wood

    The  nights  she  spent  doing  no  good.

     

    None  could ever of  fathomed  the limitlessness of her  soul.

    The  sun  ruled  her  heart  and  the moon captivated  her  soul.

    She  did not  age  only  her  beauty grew

    Each month  with  the moon  she was born a new.

     

    Many tried  to  own her  to tame  and  tie  her down.

    All failed,  they perished  , disappeared  or  grew old in the attempt.

    Yet Bell thrived on the  chase  and  trials  as  though  meant

    To confuse  all and  fly in the face  of law  and  crown.

     

    Those  who  knew her  then  have  long  since  perished

    Gone  are  those  she  might of  cherished

    She  alone wanders  far  and  wide spreading  her magic

    But  for  the  fact  she  never  loved anyone  it  truly  would be tragic .

    So in the  early morning mist  when all the  world  feels  new

    Look around  and  you  will see  Bell on her carpet  of  blue.

     

    March Speculative Fiction Prompt

    Apocalypse.

    First they came and it was like all hell had been let loose. They had brought the virus. It had spread like wildfire burning up the population. Those that were not infected were  slaughtered, a few survived.

    Those that survived left the cities and towns keeping together for there was, then, safety in numbers.

    The Vampires finally exhausted the all life on the planet. They began to die, no source of blood to sustain them they became extinct.

    The tusnami came and seemed to cleanse the planet. It might of helped had there been a population left.

    The night of the eclipse a lone figure ran through the city. Eyes full of fear legs driven by determination alone. Feet sinking in the wet sand.

    It, was neither male nor female, human nor vampire. It was a hybrid, age could be no more than ten. Why can we be sure of that? Because ten years is all it had taken to bring this planet to this decaying state.

    The hybrid found itself sinking into the sand. Terrified it struggled it had no knowledge of how to escape. It had struggled all it life to keep alive. It had known nothing but struggle.

    Slowly the sand did its job and the hybrid suffocated and died.

    There was soon nothing to even mark the hybrid’s passing. The eclipse did not end and eventually there was a planet no more just a dead rock.

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    This is my entry for the Myths of Mirrors prompt for March.

    Twittering Tales #26 – This Is It – 5 March 2019

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    A Sign From Above

    Gab returned the tools he had borrowed from Joseph. Mary smiled and offered him a cuppa. Gab enjoyed tea and a chat with the big man’s mum.
    Meanwhile Satan was stunned who had dared to put up that dodgy sign at the entrance to his domain. Gab smiled at Mary, was the tide turning?
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    This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding. Twittering Tales

    WHAT DO YOU SEE? FEB/26/2019

    Fantasy

    What do you See? photo challenge Tuesday, Feb/26/2019

    The Sentinel.

    Mae and Polar Bear , weary from their travels, could not believe the sight

    Together with the Winter Queen they had trudged on both day and night .

    Where were all the people where are all the homes , the farms, the towns and cities? Vanished, vanished gone!

    All that was left was the castle, no longer inviting even though it bad been Mae’s home.

    Tears filled their eyes they could not take any of this in… where was their homeland everything was gone.

    Mae’s eyes burned but she refused to cry ! Tell me noble Queen how can I avenge this wrong

    Winter’s Queen, ice tears frozen on her cheeks turned to Mae and said we shall right all this , you must be strong.

    Mount up, mount up cried the Winter Queen we must find the the wicked witch of the East

    Find her lair, burn her, tear her limb from limb . She shall be stopped her face removed, on her bones we shall feast.

    They set a lone sentinel to watch the Castle bright torch in his hand.

    A brave man he …so close to such evil to stand.

    They met a child along the way,

    Cold and frightened , mama mama was all he’d say.

    Mae took the child and wrapped him in her cloak

    Warmed him, bodily, spiritually, very gently Mae spoke

    Where are your parents little one

    Mama gone , mama gone……………..

    Hush now child you are safe with us now you will ride

    She lifted the child up onto Polar Bears back, silently she walked by his side.

    Who could hurt the little child

    Left alone and deserted in the wild.

    Frozen body frozen mind

    This evil witch , was she this unkind

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    Weekly challenge

    I am using this revised section of Chapter 7 , of my story Little Mae and Polar Bear. As soon as I saw the picture on Willow Poetry , as part of her What do you see I thought of this piece written some years back.

    Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

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    Art Jim.

    Art Dealer:”What do you mean it’s art. Do you think I came down on the last train. The colour is all wrong too white the lines too crisp. Just too clean it’s been done before. Dirtier unsanitary even where are the dirty clothes? Have you anything original”
    Artist: “A cow or a pig”

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    This is my entry  for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding Twittering Tales.

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