K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.Family.

Things have not gone as they should of on Morgarna’s latest jump and she has landed in an alternative reality.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows two large swans and 3 smaller swans all swimming together.

Family – Image by KL Caley

Splash! to Morgarna’s dismay she had landed in a lake? No, not again she thought that bloody Merlin is taking the piss! ….. “Hang on!” , she said out loud “I am on my way back not out, not another off the scale jump I am not in the mood” she said through gritted teeth as she waded out of the lake, soaking wet and hopping mad!


A few minutes later she was sitting on the bank drying her feet in the sun , her dress was hanging on a bush. Her temper was short so she dried her cloak and bra and pants by magic..”sod Merlin’s rules he is not here” she announced to a near by family of Swans. Rummaging in her bag she found her cigarettes and lighter and a bottle of Percival’s best Brandy that she had helped herself to whilst in the Library! “Thank goodness this bag is totally waterproof!” She again announced to nobody in particular, she lit her cigarette and had a couple of healthy swigs of Brandy. When she was interrupted by a voice, “Those things will kill you, and that brandy will not solve anything either” it was the male swan, and he was looking straight at her with a stern expression on his face.
Morgarna looked around then back to the swan.”Er, was that you” she asked a tad taken back.
“Indeed it was madam” replied the swan, bending his neck to get better look at her.
“Okay, my name is Morgarna and where I come from most animals don’t talk ….. Even to me” with that she took another slug of brandy.
The swan moved out of the cloud of Morgarna’s smoke and introduced himself.
“Well Morgarna my name is Geoff and where we live, here, humans don’t talk ! “
“Shut up” said Morgarna, “humans don’t talk?…. Well I do”
Geoff suddenly hissed, “That’s no way to speak to me young woman infact I can’t imagine how you are talking at all! “
“Well Geoff all I can say is I am immortal and I am several hundred years old ….so less of the young, Mr Swan !”
Just then there was an horrendous clamouring of voices as a gaggle of Canadian geese arrived! They were all talking at once and it was ear splitting.
Geoff leaned in to Morgarna and whispered in her ear, “I’d keep stum if I were you this lot can be real trouble.”


“Hey Geoff ” it was his wife , the two children and the dog arriving! “What are you doing with that human, for goodness sake I hope you are not feeding it! “
Morgarna opened her mouth but Geoff flashed her a sharp look and she shut it!
“No dear, but I don’t think it is very well it seems very confused. ” “Yes it’s eyes are a little wild and its mouth seems stuck open…. Is it drunk? “
Then Geoff’s wife spotted her friends Jemima and Darlene arriving with the other geese.
Dog was now out of the water and sniffing round Morgarna and pecking at her arms and legs. It was all getting a bit too much for Morgana and eventually Morgarna exploded.
“Geoff get your bloody dog off me! “

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There was silence , absolute silence. The geese, the swans and a passing family of Mallards that were swimming by all stopped and looked at her.
Then as one they all spoke. “It spoke, the human spoke!! ” All the beady eyed birds turned and stared at Morgarna. Geoff was looking at Morgarna pleading with her not to say a word.
The Geese were all staring, prodding and poking at Morgarna and making cutsy noises at her, “come one little one say something” “Ah coochy coochy coo” “who is a sweetheart”.
Fit to burst Morgarna gritted her teeth!
Just as she got to the point where her brain was full of expletives she spotted the anomally above a weeping willow opposite.
“Gathering all her stuff up she jumped …all the birds screamed and a few groups of timid humans on the opposite bank watched opened mouthed as Morgarna disappeared into the Anomaly her words trailing behind her… ” Get the F##k out of my face”. She was gone leaving a stunned audience!

THIS IS PART OF K.L.CALEY’S #writephoto.

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Descend

Today is Thursday and it’s time for K.L.s #writephoto. Last week we left Morgarna and Morgause in danger….and somehow I don’t think that they are out of it yet!

Morgarna’s breath caught in her throat, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. To her horror Morgause was surrounded by six shadows all of them with their hands deep inside her body.
“Explain who you are or this being dies” The voice was coming from inside her head rather than through her ears. Telepathic she thought to herself. “Yes” replied the voice, “and only the truth will do.”
Searching the faces of the shadows Morgarna made contact with the owner of the thoughts.
“I am Morgan Le Fay , and you hold my kinswoman Morgause we are sourceresses , immortals and we travel time”
The shadow looked shocked and signaled to its kind to release Morgause, which they did. Morgause let out a scream and fell to the floor.
“You have magic powers?” The leader spoke. “Indeed I do” replied Morgarna, “and so does my sister there but I hold more powers than she “
Morgarna crossed the floor and retrieved the crown from the prone Morgause and put it back on the window ledge.
The buzzing began again and all the humans went back into their dreamy happy trance.
The shadows looked at Morgarna they were unsure as to how strong her powers were. Then all at once they rushed towards her screaming! Taking a half step back Morgarna held her hand up and said a stopping spell…..her other hand, hid behind her back had all her fingers firmly crossed.
The shadows were held mid air silent, eyes staring and mouths wide open. Sensing there were more shadows approaching Morgarna, pulled a bottle of water out of her bag and poured it unceremonially over Morgause’s face.
“What ? Argh! What are you doing …” Morgause complained bitterly but Morgarna had no time for this, she grabbed her sister and dragged her towards the doors and stairs towards the nearest exit. Not an easy job now that deleriously happy humans were all just milling around.


Outside in the gardens Morgause started to shiver “Hang on Morgs I don’t feel too good. ” She moaned and to be fair Morgarna could see that she looked even paler and colder that normal. ” Those shadows, they had their hands inside me and now I am cold and so weak , I don’t think I can move far.”

Descend – Image by KL Caley.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows some stone steps spiralling down into a dark opening.


Looking around Morgarna felt her cool slipping into panic … something she was definitely not used to! Then she spotted some stone steps spiralling down into a dark opening. “Oh! Come on she said let’s get down there perhaps we can rest up for a bit and maybe get hold of Merls.

Slowly and carefully Morgarna helped Morgause down the steps and into a rather chilly , damp passage . The two of them followed the passage to what looked like a room of sorts , digging in her bag again she found her cloak and wrapped Morgause up in it. Then as Morgause drifted off Morgarna lit a cigarette and got her mobile out. She pressed the red button on the side and crossed her fingers that Merlin would answer her distress call soon. As she took a second drag on her cigarette she heard the woosh of shadows in the passage! ……

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

They say the journey, not the arrival is what matters. To travel hopefully rather than to arrive.
Where does the bridge go to/come from?

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a two-arched stone bridge stretching over a river. Traffic queues at one side waiting to cross. What will Morgarna find?

Bridge – Image by KL Caley

As Morgarna landed she took in the scene. She was perched up the hill looking down toward a riverside village and stone bridge. The place looked quiet and the weather was nice.
Taking her phone from her bag she was pleased to see it was working, it was, she was five years into the future. Next she looked at her notes.
Making her way down the hill she lit a cigarette and decided to find the nearest pub.
Crossing the bridge Morgarna noticed everyone was smiling and behaving perfectly. Even the children were extremely well behaved.
Definitely something amiss here, she thought to herself…what are these people on? have I landed in Stepford!
Morgana entered the first pub she came to, it was packed inside and out. Looking around she noticed everyone was indeed happy…delerious even.
At the bar she ordered a large Shiraz and went out into the garden.
After a while she could see that among “The Smiley Happy People” she could make out some really dark shadowy figures moving around touching and whispering in people’s ears.
Two approached Morgarna one put a willowy hand on her shoulder while the other whispered in her ear. “You are happy, you are so happy everything is perfect you are calm and all is well”
As Morgarna felt the first feelings of control sink into her she discretely threw a protective spell around herself. All she had to do now was bite her tongue, smile a lot, act daft and find out who was messing with the village.
“Are you happy Morgarna, are you relaxed?” the shadows asked. Morgana smiled and rolled her eyes “Yes I am indeed I am , I think I have another glass of Shiraz.”
On her way back to the bar Morgarna noticed one of the shadows had a young woman in it arms while another was reaching in to her chest and pulling out her heart. Her friends were unmoved by this scary spectacle.
Quickly Morgarna totally ignored what was happening and returned to her table in the garden to drink her Shiraz ….she smiled and lit another cigarette and pretend she was happy and unmoved! Inside she was extremely uncomfortable, she could not help the young woman now but if she kept her calm she could help those left.

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THIS IS PART OF K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

#WRITEPHOTO – THE RETREAT

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a beautifully lit retreat with large windows overlooking a little pond and a decking area. Twinkling lights surround the pond.

The Retreat – Image by KL Caley.

Dinner over, Morgana sat on the sofa cigarette in one had and a Bacardi and coke in the other T.V. on , her eyes were feeling rather heavy, all that screen work she thought to herself as she drifted off.
Morgause relieved her of her drink and cigarette and covered her with the fleecy blanket she had taken out of the toy box and slipped a hot water bottle next to her to keep her cosy. Merlin looked up from the floor where he was surrounded by wrapping paper and asked. “Oh! is Morgs a tad tired give her a shove I fancy a game of charades.”
“No” relied Morgause “she’s exhausted, she had to work really hard sorting that frozen virus it took her ages” Stepping away from her sleeping sister she took a drag of the cigarette, this made her cough “goodness knows what she sees in these things” she said throwing it into the fire, she then took a large swig of the Bacardi, “That’s better” she said sitting down next to Merlin, “let’s play”.


Morgana was fast be asleep as Morgause and Merlin played charades. She was exhausted but her brain was not relaxed enough to sleep peacefully so she drifted into a dream.
She found herself standing on some decking by a pond surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. It was winter and a tad chilly, so she made her way towards what looked like a cosy lodge type building.

Inside it was warm and cosy. Morgarna curled herself up in a huge armchair by the fire. A handsome waiter asked if he could get her anything. She asked him for a hot chocolateand Brandy.

a warm cosy fire
chocolate to kill the chill
and warm the spirit.

Now Morgana fell into a deep sleep, content and happy. In her mind she was in a cosy retreat safe from any jobs Merlin might have up his sleeve or any tricks her mischievous sister might be about to play on her. This was bliss the perfect place to rest.


“Get off me ” Someone was shaking Morgana she opened her eyes expecting to see the cosy surroundings she had fallen asleep in. Instead Merlin and Morgause were looking at her.
“Come on sleepyhead you’ve had a couple of hours kip. We’re off to the pub for a lock in and you’re coming too.” Merlin smiled, “You can’t sleep all Christmas!”
“Are we going in your car” asked Margarna sleepily. “No we are not” replied Merlin “I’ve only just got it fixed after you trashed it for me!”
Reluctantly Morgana dragged her mind back to the reality she was living in at the moment, put on some lippy, lit a cigarette and said, “okay let’s get this party started! “

THIS IS PART OF K.L.CALEY’S #WRITEPHOTO.

K.L. CALEY’S #writephoto. SKULLS.

#WRITEPHOTO – SKULLS

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a cardboard box full of various (animal?) skulls.

Box of Skulls
Skulls – Image by KL Caley

Merlin, was tired he had not felt this tired for decades! This cleaning up had taken a lot out of him, a spell to keep everything and everyone in the castle suspended in time, while he got the place cleaned up! …… Admittedly he was using a spell for that too but ‘ That was okay’ he’d asured himself he was not sticking to the “no unnecessary magic pact” was okay as long as Morgana was not there to witness . No not while Guinevere and Morgana were supping wine and eating Venison in a little time bubble in Guinevere’s chambers.


Morgana was absolutely amazed at how the years of separation, centuries infact, just rolled away and they were joking and laughing as if they were still living in the same time zone.
“Really Morgana you and Merlin? Working together? In the future? Really? ” Asked a wide eyed Guinevere! “I just can’t understand that at all”
“Never mind Gwen, you don’t need to, I will wipe all this knowledge from your brain before I leave.” Replied a slightly tipsy Morgana.


Merlin looked around and decided the castle was clean enough and he’d had finished. So he decided to pop up to his old rooms while his Arthurian self was still fast asleep.
His room was very much as he remembered it, full of boxes and potions and books!
“I wonder if I still have my old skulls and bones” he wondered to himself. “I kept them under my bed if I remember correctly” Merlin winced as he bent down to see under his bed !
“Yes” he shouted as he spotted the old box gathering dust.


“What’s in the box” asked Morgana as she and Merlin stood in the tunnel under the castle.
“Ah!” He beamed, “this box contains my bone and skull collection. It’s coming back with us…I think it’s going to be very useful”
“A box of old skulls” reapted A giggling Morgana.
Just then they heard raised voices and running feet coming their way.
Right on que the anomaly appeared, “here’s our ride” smiled Morgana.
Just as the guards appeared Morgana and Merlin jumped and were gone!
The first guard on the scene turned to the second and asked, ” Did you see those boots?…weird”
“Yes” replied guard number two, “I certainly did, a French make, I believe”.

THIS IS PART OF K.L. CALEY’S #WRITEPHOTO.

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