Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…

Destination.

When morning took hold it was bright but very misty. Calador shivered as he watched the mist roll up to the ramparts obscuring the road ahead. Though there was sunlight is was pale and held no warmth. The trees that lined the road cast shadows across the short distance he could see.

Wrapping his cloak around him Calador felt the damp but above that he felt a dark menace that he could neither see nor pinpoint. The mist enveloped him, in it he heard the voices of thousands of Vampires, evil beyond his darkest dreams, and humans and animals screaming.

Just as this grew unbearable something touched him on the shoulder, he jumped. Swinging round dagger drawn and ready to defend himself he was shocked to see his sister, Erin.

Wide eyed she stepped back “What is it” she asked, “Are you afraid of your own shadow” she suddenly stopped speaking, hearing the voices in the mist too.

A wind suddenly threw them together, Calador dropping his dagger so as not to stab his sister. The wind dropped as suddenly as it has arisen and the two elves stood in the silence, the voices and the mist all gone.

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Lisa stood looking out of the castle window and watched a new day dawn over the loche, Hope, to all intent and purpose, was sleeping peacefully in a basket by the fire. The child was asleep but in her sleep she was watching over everyone.

Ewan burst in the door making Lisa turn to face him. He bowed and bade her good morning, “Has the wolf returned yet” he asked. “Not yet” Lisa replied, “But I sense she is on her way” Ewan shouted for the women who worked in the kitchen and asked for some food to be brought up as quickly as possible. This done he woke the sleeping boy by the fire and told him to stoke it up.

Lisa sighed with relief as she saw a huge wolf approaching the drawbridge. Passing through all the troops that were eating and readying themselves for the long march to meet the elves. None of the soldiers or their women approached the wolf as she loped through their mist, a few dogs fell in behind her but she saw them off with a look.

Ewan met her at the bottom of the stairs with a robe, he dropped it to the floor and shouted, ” I hope it’s your colour” as he retreated up the steps.

Rachel growled but her yellow eyes turning blue as she transformed once more to her human self, smiled. She put on the robe an electronic blue edged in gold.

Joining the others she ate heartily. After their meal it was decided that she and Lisa would accompany Ewan and the army of men to meet the elves and that Hope was to stay at the castle in care of the cook and her husband, two of Ewan longest serving and most trusted servants. The cook and her husband already had a large family of ten children, what better place to hide this special child. In a large and loving family.

Preparations underway to leave early the next morning Rachel went to sleep while Lisa cradled Hope and told her why she had to leave her here , the child already knew, she knew everything. Soon Lisa too was sleeping tired after the nights vigil.

No one, except maybe Hope knew what lay ahead or where their destination was.

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

One-Liner Wednesday.13/2/2019.

I hate the the early morning before the light appears and and my mind is running riot.

Just thought my me and written down immediately for LindaGHill’s #1linerWeds.

Escape

I want to run, I want to hide. I want to skip through water and go down a slide.

I want to have fun. I don’t want to stay here where it is all so grown up.

I am tired of relationships its all too hard to bare.

I need to kick my shoes off and slide down the bannister watch the shocked reactions I really do not care.

Searching for the sun-light, reaching for the clear.

I no longer recognised it, does it still exist, is it still here.

I need to count the buttercups and make a daisy chain

It will make lovely decoration but will it dull the pain.

Perhaps I could find Teddy,I left him in the den he and I spent hours there do you think we could again.

I want muddy fingers and dirty fingernails

I want a stick to run along the rails.

I want Ossie and Jinglebells please could I go play with them in some hidden dells.

Could I not paint a picture of a house and a huge sun

Could we just have one game of blindman’s bluff it truly would be fun.

I need to find the exit please which way is the door. I have to get out of here and play five jacks on the floor.

It is too hot to cope in here, there is not enough air to breathe.

I need to go now I have to get out of here.

I really have to leave. I want to jump in puddles and splash around in shiny red boots.

I want to swing from branches and hide secrets in tree roots.

I need to feel the sea air on my face, to let it blow my hair around so I have to fight to keep it off my face.

Is that a window. I can make my escape anything would be better than these feelings I have to fake. I want to have a tea party with dolly , yes I do. I want to mix a cake and lick the bowl out too!

I need to get as far away from here and run as fast as can.

I want to have a crust of new baked bread and smother it with jam.

I need to find the breeze and watch the blossoms sway.

I want to smell it’s perfume and get so far away from all the heavy duties I have to bare today.

A final little jump now and I am on my way

I have to just get home now and then I shall be free to dance and play.

Twittering Tales #108 – 30 October 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding’s Twittering Tales.

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Photo by
Greahawk at Pixabay.

Fade to Grey.

“Five minutes,” Jo said,”don’t move.” That was an hour ago. She hated shopping,felt so uneasy in a crowd.
Around people, just grey blobs to her. She was jostelled. Why had he taken her cane?
A lead was put in her hand.”Let’s start your training.” A new voice said. “Surprise”said Jo
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Song Lyric Sunday. Fear.

This week HelenVahdati has given us the #songlyricsunday prompt. Fear

So Fear, well I decided to go Imogen Heap and Rake lt ln.

This is a song about a woman who has a whole array of torture devices that she is going to subject her poor unsespting boyfriend too. Well the words and music are enough to evoke fear and to that Imogen’s scary screaming voice and you get Fear with a capital F .

Then add to that a very scary video made by some high school students with a very clear message and that too is enough to make you fearful too.

I have used this song and video before but I love the song.

And the Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics.

“Rake It In

I am here again

Tied up in your torture frame
Printed paper, guilty to blame
The story stays the same

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah

A slave upon your plate
I am your dreams, yeah your life and your bait
Selfish schemes, i proceed, you await
You my indefinite hate

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in

Do you know what my chopping blocks for?
Do you know what my hanging braids for?
Do you know what my chamber maids for?
Can you guess what I, what I have in store for you?

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
rake it in, rake it in

Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah

Rake it in some more

Darkness falls.

Darkness falls

Deep dark, the dogs back

I am drowning no hope left

So empty  depressed.

Hopelessness just engulfs me

Where is the light,where is hope.

                   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Image from Pixabay

Please shut the door tight. Trio of Haiku

 

Please shut  the  door  tight

Keep out  the  nightmares  of  life

Horrors are in flight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Please  shut  the  door tight

Keep happiness safe in  here

There’s nothing  to  fear

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Please shut  the door tight

Don’t allow a crack of  light

The magic’s  too bright

Christmas Fear

Everyone  is  rushing  here  and  rushing  there

Yet I  feel  empty  and  sad  and  just don’t care .

The  Christmas  spirit  has  passed  me by

Things  are  happening  that make  me want  to cry.

 

I feel  the  dark  dog  creeping up on  me

I am scared. trouble  ahead is  all I see.

An unguarded word  is all it can take

And  the  thin  veil of  joy  will crumble  and break.

 

Please let me  find  a quite  and  safe  place

Let  me  hide  and  cover  my  face.

The  knots in  my  stomach  begin to tighten.

Here comes  the black  dog  and I am frightened

 

 

Thursday Photo  Prompt#Creature#writephoto

 This is part of Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt. 

Rules and Pingback here .

There in the dark it lies in wait

You can’t see it, it has sealed your fate.

Patiently it lurks circling in the dark 

Quicken it’s breath, can you hear,hark.
Slowly but surely it is closing in

It’s presence tingling in your skin.

Your trapped in this dark space

Closing in, you can feel your heart race.
You are on your own in this place

No escape no saving grace.

Nothing but darkness and fear

Scream as loud as you can no one will hear.
The cave is your own frightened head

The monster, your depression wishing you dead.

Yellow eyes and razor sharp fangs

You beat yourself up with hunger pangs .
There is no room for flight

You tremble and shake again in the night

The monster is massive the monster is here 

Not a wild beast  but your own inbred fear.

One Liner Wednesday : Fear /Grief

This is part of LindaGhill‘s  One Liner Wednesday.Rules  and  Pingback.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

C. S. Lewis

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