#WRITEPHOTO Anniversary Edition – Crown.

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Here we are one year on since K.L. took on the running of #writephoto from our Sue Vincent. Well done K.L. we are most grateful to you

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a golden crown adorned with jewels and pearls. Behind this are windows with views across the countryside.

Crown – Image by KL Caley.

Morgarna looked around and as the owner was busy discussing Gold Fish with a young mum and her toddler. A quick double check to see if there was any CCTV, and more importantly no shadows, there were not, so she dipped her hand into the tank and scooped Morgause out!
Instantly she touched the floor Morgause changed back into her real self. “I’ll never get used to this” said Morgause running her hands down her clothes. “How can I be soaking one sec and then dry as a bone the next”
Morgarna whispered, “you’ll get used to it, come on we can’t hang about in here. With all this water on the floor the owner will get suspicious! ” Then quick as a flash she was manhandling Morgause out of the shop before there were any awkward questions.
Outside on the street Morgause, shivered … funny she thought it’s really cold even though it’s a fine summer’s day the temperature was almost artic! “You feel it too, don’t you?” Morgarna asked, Morgause knodded.


There was a coffee shop back on the main street and the unusually dressed women ducked in for coffee and cake. Morgarna ordered a black Americano and Morgause had a hot chocolate …her latest favourite drink of the twentieth first century!
The two sat by the window and looked up to the castle, “can you hear that buzzing Morgarna” asked quietly.
“I can and I can see the undead as they mingle around the people” Morgause replied.
Morgarna smiled a huge smile and hissed, “Yes just keep smiling and ignore them especially if they approach or touch you, I’m not sure they are undead, I believe they are alien, make sure you look happy and use a total mind block so they can’t read you!”
Just aftet she warned Morgause two shadowy figures approached them probing them both deeply, both women smiled and carried on chatting about nothing in particular.
The figures exchanged glances and moved on to the next table where one removed a small child from its pushchair and after ripping it in half proceeded to suck out it’s life’s blood and essence.
No one, not even the mother took the slightest notice of the blood and gore or the child’s screams.
Morgarna’s smile widened, she channelled her thoughts directly to her sister, ‘ steady they must not know you noticed anything! Be brave Morga we’ve got this! ‘
They finished their drinks and headed off to towards the castle.
Morgause’s phone pinged , she jumped and said to Morgarna “I will never get used to that mobile thingy what does it want now! ” She took it from her pocket and said, “it’s a WhatsAppy thing from Merls, it says look for the crown.”


An hour later the two were on the upper floor of the castle, the buzzing now was so painful that Morgarna and Morgause’s ears hurt. They were still surrounded by shadows but in the main ignored.
Morgause saw it first , on the window ledge , a beautiful golden crown beset with opals.
Before Morgarna could stop her she had flown across the room and picked it up! “It’s beautiful just like the one Gueniver had …look Morgarna”
Too late Morgana’s eyes screamed “Noooo” but it was too late, the buzzing stopped, the humans all suddenly lost their smiles and every shadow in the room turned to stare at Morgarna and Morgause seeing them fully for the first time.

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

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.

K.L. Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – ISLAND.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a circular island with a single tree and a collection of birds surrounding it.

Island – Image by KL Caley.

“Well where have you been Morgarna” asked Morgause wide eyed and grinning.
“Ah! I couldn’t possibly confirm or deny” replied Morgarna with a wink , “All I will say is Westminster and Partay! On Jonno”
“Seriously Morgarna where have you been” shouted Merlin from the kitchen.
Seriously Merls I just told you I can neither confirm or deny!”
Merlin was just about to probe more when his laptop beeped.
“Right Morgs you up for this one?” he said.
“Why me?” Morgarna hissed. “I’ve only just got back”
“Precisely” replied Morgause, “we have been covering for you since before Christmas”
“But I’ve been busy sorting …”
Merlin held up his hand, “Apparently ” he said handing her a print out, “you can neither confirm or deny what you’ve been doing!”
Two hours later Morgarna was sitting on the bank of a beautiful and peaceful lake with a small island with a tree in the middle. Well, she thought to herself there are worse places to wait for the Anomaly.
As she waited for her ride she mused on the view. Lighting a cigarette Morgarna wrote what was in her mind.Just then ever bird on the island took off , the Anomaly arrived. Morgarna sighed and stubbed out her cigarette, as she took her leap and was gone ……the piece of paper she had written on fell to earth.

crystal like mirror.
which is true which reflection
is this really life
or am I forever caught
imaged in the web of time.

THIS IS PART OF K.L.#writephoto.

K.L. Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – POISONOUS PLANTS

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows bright pinkish-red trumpet-shaped plants

Poisonous Plants
Poisonous Plants – Image by KL Caley

“Ouch! That’s exactly what I hate about these medieval shoes!” Merlin winged as he landed.
“No sympathy hun, you insisted on being authentic” Morgana laughed making little quote marks in his face. “Personally I find my old Doc Martin’s serve me well, even in medieval times. If anyone asks why they are so strange I just say they are made in France.”
“Damn that hurts ” Merlin had stepped on another stone. Losing her temper Morgana snapped at him “Will you man up, you baby! It’s your own vanity’s fault that you are walking round in what is basically fancy leather socks! “


They had landed in a long and dank passage with earth floors. They checked Merlin’s notes and after checking their barings they head towards a set of steps. Morgana took two torches out of her bag and handed one to Merlin.
As they reached the top steps they checked to see if they were still alone. “Okay” said Morgana “torches out and remember who you are”
“Yes I am a Lord Failin and you my little pretty are my harlot” Merlin replied pinching Morgan’s bottom ” Smiling she looked Merlin in the eye stamped firmly on his foot. “Watch where you put your hand hun ” Merlin bitterly regretted only having soft leather shoes on.


Merlin and Morgana made their way through the castle it was very odd, no guards or servants anywhere . “It’s like the Marie Celeste” said Morgana ” and I would know because I was on that ship.”
Merlin cleared his throat and said “Right we need to find the Queen’s appartment she is the one seeking our help.” Morgana delved into her bag again and took out a map of the castle. “Ah!” She said here we are up a floor first on the left just as I remember”


As they entered the Queen’s chamber they were shocked to see a terrified Guinevere hiding behind a chair by the fire.
“Who are you sir and why do you dare to enter my chambers?” Asked the Guinevere .
“I am Lord Failin your majesty and I am here to help you. Now I have been told that all the servants and soldiers are either intoxicated or ill.” Said Merlin giving her a flourishing bow as he did.
“You both look familiar have we met before? ” Asked Guinevere.
Morgana smiled at her and replied, “Maybe my queen but in another life” “Hush harlot don’t confuse matters, hush now my queen sleep”
Guinevere fell into a gentle sleep immediately. “Not lost your touch yet” muttered Morgana.


As they left the Queen’s chambers the smell of vomit and diarrhea suddenly become stronger, as they advanced they found servants, guards, nobles and ladies in varying stages of sickness …some were not sick but so drunk that they were incapable of speach or standing up!
“I think I know what this is ” Morgana announced “We need to check the kitchen right now.”


The kitchen was the same as everwhere else, sleeping bodies, drunk and confused children and a lot of mess. Merlin looked around and saw himself asleep in the corner….what a good-looking chap I am he thought to himself!
Morgana made him jump coming in from the kitchen garden “I have found the culprit, *Rododendrom as we know the nectar is posionious!”
“Indeed” replied Merlin “But who has done this, I don’t remember any sneak attacks undertaken when the castle was …..err… under the influence do you?”… “No but I do remember you mentioning you had got annoyed with Arthur and decided to spice things up a tad…. Looking at your former self there in the corner you must of tried tad too much of the mead! “
Merlin looked on sheepishly….”Don’t just stand there Hun you’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do before day break and this lot awake to the mother of all hangovers! “
Looking horrified Merlin asked, “And what are you going to do”
Morgana sat on a near by stool and lit a cigarette. ” After this hun I am going to find some wine….. certainly not mead and have a catch up with Guinevere.” She replied throwing a handy mop in his direction!

This is part of K.L Caley’s#writephoto.

*The toxins responsible for the poisonous effects of Rhododendron are grayanotoxins. These are highly oxygentated diterpenoids that have been presumed to be produced elsewhere in the plant as a natural chemical defence against insects.

Azalea/Rhododendron: (Rhododendron spp) Highly poisonous to cats and dogs and cows even if just a few leaves are eaten. Daffodil: (Narcissus) All parts of the daffodil are harmful. Dogs sometimes eat the bulbs, but even a small bite can kill a small animal.

Effects. Rhododendron toxicity is rarely fatal to humans, and symptoms usually last no more than 24 hours. It results in short-term gastrointestinal and cardiac problems, and the severity depends on the amount of honey or nectar ingested.

Grayanotoxins are produced by Rhododendron species and other plants in the family EricaceaeHoney made from the nectar and so containing pollen of these plants also contains grayanotoxins and is commonly referred to as mad honey.

more information at Wiki

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto Tomb.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a table tomb. Whilst a lot of the stonework is eroded, it is obvious this was quite an ornate tomb in its time.

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley

Morgana woke with a start, as the fog cleared a headache and a huge hangover took charge of her head! …. “why oh why” she asked herself did she always party so hard? Not bothering to wait for an answer from herself she stood up and surveyed the the collateral. Bodies, booze, and a few nasties she decided not to investigate too closely, she smiled and thought that was a good week, that was. Lighting a cigarette she found her heels and headed for the door.
It was getting cold outside, the year was heading down to winter, popping back in the door for a second Morgana helped herself to a coat and headed off up the road to where she’d left Merlin’s BMW.


Parking the car, worse for wear and dirty, she left it just below Merlin, still thoroughly stuck in the bricked up arch. Smiling sweetly as she past him she said, “not long Hun’ I just need to freshen up! “


Later after a very silent meal, Morgana could not resist teasing Merlin, “Oh! What’s your problem Hun, you looked so cute as a little naked green man” Smirking Morgana look Merlin right in the eye, she loved to see him squirm ! Merlin was not looking his swarve self and his face was pinched with anger! He tutted as she lit another cigarette, “Why do you do that he asked you know it’s a killer” Morgana laugh, “Hun, we are immortal I am just gonna do as I please”
“Okay” said Merlin “you can do just as you please but we are here for a purpose and we have another job! “
“You say we Merlin but why is it always me that has to jump and cope? ” Merlin smiled and touched her arm, “Morgana my dear you are simply the best and while I am being honest I do think I went a tad too far over the cream tea incident. Mind you the damage you have done to my beautiful BMV …” He broke off there and Morgana thought she could see a tear in his eye.
After finishing his wine Merlin continued, “Anyway Morgana, this trip needs both of us, so you will not be going alone! ” Morgana choked on her drink, “How, you always said you had to be here to control the Anomaly, how will we get back?” she spluttered. Merlin mumbled something, Morgana kicked him, “what? louder” Merlin looked out the window and repeated, “I LIED!” Morgan threw what was left of her wine in his face and stormed out.


The next morning found them dressed in medieval garb, walk through heavy mists in an ancient cemetery…. They approached an old table tomb, they stood at the head and waited. Merlin looked very handsome and imposing in his wizards cloak he was just about to compliment Morgana, but she lit up a cigarette and the moment was spoilt.
After a few minutes the Anomaly arrived , the two linked hands and took the leap. To any onlookers it would of appeared that this strangely attired couple disappeared into the tomb. The only evidence they had been there was Morgana’s dieing cigarette on the ground by the tomb.


This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto.

K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – EMERGING.

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KL Caley is our for the Thursday Writephoto challenge, and this week our picture is supplied by Geoff Le Pard.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green man (with the traditional leaves for his hair) emerging from a bricked up tunnel.

Photo From ©Geoff Lepard.

“Now hold on Morgana” Merlin shouted as he backed away from the *Fury that was fast approaching him with fire in her eyes and mud and blood on her naked body. “Hold on nothing you thieving swine, what the hell do you think you are doing with my coin and note collection” Morgana was so angry she forgotten her state of undress and all her aches and pains.
“You have ruined my car with your temper and cigarettes and as you had your bank cards with you I decided to check out what you had knocking about here! Personally I think that’s quite reasonable”
Morgana raised herself up to her full height and went for Merlin’s jugular! “Reasonable, reasonable” she screamed in his ear, “you’ve put me through hell this last week and you’ve not given a flying cuss about my welfare, no sorry no appreciation just you moaning about your car and expecting me to pay for the damages! Then to top it all sending me on a mission impossible”
Merlin looked her in the eye and whispered, she was choking him, ” You do look magnificent when your angry and especially when you’re naked! “
That was it Morgana flipped their truce to work together fell by the way. Our of her mouth came some unutterable words in an ancient language …. Merlin paled , he felt himself being lifted into the air and propelled across the room and through the wall of the lab. Whilst flying he found himself turning green and his beautiful black hair turning to leaves!
“Hold on Morgana” he yelled you solomly swore no magic on each other” Morgana was not listening she dumped the moonstone on the table then headed for the bathroom!


Two hours later after a bath and a meal Morgan got into Merlin’s car and lit a cigarette looking over to left she smiled and waved , “Bye hun” she shouted waving her cigarette in his direction, “See you later, hopefully you’ll of learned some manners by the time I get back I am off for a drink! Merlin struggled but he was stuck fast half in and half out of the wall. He was furious, no voice, no movement and no clothes! and Morgana had his beloved car.


  • A Fury : The Erinyes, also known as the Furies, were female chthonic deities of vengeance in ancient Greek religion and mythology. A formulaic oath in the Iliad invokes them as “the Erinyes, that under earth take vengeance on men, whosoever hath sworn a false oath”. Wikipedia


#WRITEPHOTO – MONEY

K.L.Caley

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

Money, money, money, Must be funny, In the rich man’s world!

Money
Money – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows lots of trays of British money from coppers to notes.

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Morgana woke with a start, at first she was completely confused and had no idea where she was. Then as the fog cleared, she realised she was totally naked and strapped to a hard stone alter!
The revellers were still dancing around her getting more and more aroused. To say Morgana was not impressed was an understatement to say the least.
Morgana was hot and thirsty and dieing for a cigarette. Looking around she noticed most of them were off their heads with drink and or drugs. Looking up the moon stone was still suspended above her head.
Okay girl, Morgana thought to herself, time to get out of here. From across the cavern she saw two men in cloaks and a naked woman approaching carrying flaming torches. “Typical” she said to herself, why is it always the women naked?” Then fixing the crowd in her vision she began her own chant under her breath. The torch bearers were now standing one either side of her while the female stood at her feet.
The two men either side of her were now lowering their torches towards her chest and looking as if they were enjoying the thought. As the flames touched her she jumped up bursting the ropes securing her as if they were ribbons.
“Oh! No you don’t, that hurts you vicious perverts, you! ” Morgarna’s voice echoed around the cave! she was pissed and they all knew it. Silence fell with a thud, “Sorry guys no one is going to get their wicked way with me tonight! “
With that she grabbed the moon stone from infront of her and leapt from the alter, she was across the room before anyone could move. Her bag was at the entrance so she grabbed it as she left! And got her torch out.


Half way up the long passage she heard the the baying of the revellers who had woken up and were hot on her heels! Running in bare feet was very uncomfortable and being naked she was very cold.
As she got to the door she could feel the breath of her persuers on her back. Reaching out to the handle she was relieved to find it had not been locked and the door opened!


As she got out of the cave into the night air the cold fair took her breath away. The crowd was right behind her clawing at her!
Morgana looked around for the Anomaly, her heart beating faster by the second. “Don’t let me down now Merlin, you good for nothing, not now! ” She screamed as the mad crowd started grabbing at her and licking her.
Just as she thought the game might be up and she might have use some magic. The Anomaly arrived. With a huge effort Morgana struggled free and jumped.


Merlin was enjoying himself he’d emptied all of Morgana’s piggy bank collection, and had all the money in Tupperware containers mostly coins but there were also a few Bank of Clydesdale notes. He was determined that she was going to pay towards getting his car fixed.
Morgana landed on floor of lab… Naked, cold, blooded and as angry as hell! She took one look at what Merlin was doing and roared at him, “You thieving swine, you tight wad!” …….

K.L.Caley’s #writephoto. Folly.

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Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

A folly is a building usually constructed strictly for aesthetic pleasure. K.L. thinks this one is a little gem, what do you think?

Merlin has landed Morgana in dangerous situation, is it just folly or a folly too far?

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an almost symmetrical brick folly with gothic style arched doorways at either side.

The Folly
The Folly – Image by KL Caley

Morgana landed on the grass behind the wall. “Wet bum again!” She thought to herself. Reaching inside her bag she pulled out her instructions and her phone. Her phone was not working, right she thought no mobiles so looks like I am in the past…or maybe the distant future. Her instructions were clear find the folly and the hidden moonstone and then get back quick. Typical Merlin sparse on detail and short on help.


Nail by neatly manicured nail Morgarna inched her way along the folly wall, counting the bricks as she went. Still fuming about the last few days and Merlin’s lack of care ….except for his car!
Then one brick scuffed her hand it was standing proud…. “Right my little beauty ” Morgana hissed, what have you got instore for me. Carefully she prised the stone out and found a key lying underneath. Taking it out she wiped it on her skirt “Well now you are a bright sparkly thing aren’t you.” Morgan stopped mid sentence as she heard voices approaching.
It was two men, dressed in Edwardian garb and they were busy discussing the dinner at a near by country house that they’d be attending that evening.
Morgana held her breath and waited until they had passed. Then quickly she replaced the brick and slid the key into her bag. Getting her instructions out again she turned the paper over and read, ‘Once you have the key lay low until 7pm by which time it will be dark. The door this key opens is just inside a cave entrance behind the trees to the left of the folly. Then proceed with caution! ‘ “Proceed with caution! Why an exclamation mark” Morgana asked the empty space around her as she lit herself a cigarette , she sat down behind the wall to enjoy her smoke and got a silver flask out of her bag, “Here’s to you Merlin, you shit! ” She said taking a sip , “Mumm, Bacardi and coke, just what the physician called for.”


It was getting dark and a tad chilly so Morgana was glad to hear a distant bell chiming seven. Carefully she picked up the several dogends she had accumulated and put them in a tin which she threw into her bag. Then retrieving a warm scarf from the same bag and wrapping it around her head and neck she set off towards the cave, key in hand.
When Morgana found the cave the door was easy to spot. It looked as if it was usually well hidden but someone had recently cleared a camouflaged screen away revealing it.
As Morgarna entered the dark passage behind the door she could hear faint music and voices. She took out her torch from her bag and edged her way along the passage, which was cold, uneven and on a steep downward path. The music got louder and soon she could hear chanting and excited groaning. The further she went she could feel warmth, eventually she saw an opening with plenty of light escaping.
Putting her torch out Morgana edged up to the open space. Her eyes widened as she could see a cavern full of people, some dressed in cloaks and hoods and others totally naked. The whole place was lit by flaming torches , in the centre was a huge fire and an alter. Above the alter hung a clear circular stone with markings just like the Moon…. The Moonstone.


Everyone was totally involved having a great time a real orgy. Merlin, thought Morgarna, you’ve landed me in it again no warning not an inkling….. She was just wondering which spell to use to bypass these sex crazed revellers when one of the company shouted, “By the laws of the Hellfire Club our scrifice has arrived!” Startled Morgana looked round to find herself surrounded by four burly men who held her tight in their grip. ……

K.L. Caley’s #writephoto: The Bridge.

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Back to Morgana and Merlin. For K. L. Caley’s #writephoto

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

“Where the hell have you been?” Merlin was not looking his calm self. “What is it honey, did you miss me?” Morgana sighed reaching for a cigarette. “No not at all but as it happens we have a situation, while you’ve been off playing Merry Maidens with the guy in green tights…by the way what are you wearing? No don’t answer that we have a problem.”
Morgana exhaled filling the car with smoke and held her hand up. “Hold your horses Merl ” she actually shouted making him jump. ” You invite me out for posh afternoon tea , send me off without a ‘by my leave’ or even a scone dump me in a dangerous drop zone, I break my hip, nearly get murdered, you don’t send the anomaly as arranged and I get whisked through a portal back in time” she stopped to take another drag on her cigarette, then stubbing it out on the expensive dashboard she looked Merlin in the eye and said “I want a F###ing drink”
Merlin pulled in the carpark of the nearest pub and slammed to a halt just missing a low wall in his temper. “Look what you’ve done to my lovely car ” he whined but he was talking to himself, he looked up to see the criss cross back of Morgan’s green velvet gown disappearing into the pub.
They had a couple of drinks and a meal in silence then Morgana went outside to smoke Merlin paid the bill and joined her.
“You certainly got some funny looks in there” Merlin said, “we need to get back to the lab, we need to get you into normal clothes quick sharp as you don’t want to stand out where you are going.”
Morgarna’s eyes flashed, “I am not going anywhere, I have had a shit time and it’s all your fault! ” There was just a hint of a tear in her eyes.
“No honestly” Merlin said, “we really need to do this one” “F##k you” Morgana snapped, “it’s not us, it’s always me” with that she stubbed her cigarette out on Merlin’s leather passenger seat.
They drove back to the lab in silence.
Four am the next morning they arrived in Middlesbrough. They were headed for the Tees Newport Bridge. The second it came into view Morgana broke the silence. “I know this bridge I had a large hand in designing it, back in the early thirties, I helped Mott, Hay and Anderson design it, ha! they’d of made a real pills of it else! ” Merlin chuckled, ” ever modest Morgana” “Well they weren’t quite there vision wise” Morgana replied hitting Merlin hard! She continued, ” I believe it was built by local company Dorman Long, and was inaugurated by Prince Albert, Duke of York (later King George VI) and opened to traffic on 28 February 1934.” She ended, lighting a cigarette. ” Use the ashtray ” Merlin pleaded!
They walked on to the bridge at exactly five thirty am. “Here are your instructions” Merlin said handing her a piece of paper which she slipped into her bag. The sun began to dawn and the anomaly appeared. “Good luck” Merlin said and went to kiss her . Morgana shoved him away, “Get off me you two-faced…..” Her last words disappeared as she leapt into the anomaly.
Merlin turned back towards his car and muttered ” it will cost a pretty penny to fix my poor baby”

K.L.Caley’s #writephoto: The Bandstand.

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It’s Thursday and time for K.L. Caley’s #writephoto. The question this week from K.L. is: “Will this little prompt provide music to your ears?”

I am running so late this week I am too late for this prompt but as I have written it I shall submit it anyway.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

It was raining quite heavily and it was late at night when Morgarna open her eyes. Really, she thought I had only closed my eyes for a second. To her relief she was warm and cosy for the first time in days, her black dress was draped over a pole in the middle of the hut, to the side of a roaring fire. Looking down she saw she was dressed in a warm dry robe of Lincoln green. Not a bad cut she mused and quite stylish.
Just then the curtain across the door opened and there was familiar face carrying a bowl of food . “Marion” Morgarna was on her feet and smiling, “it’s so lovely to see you here and safe” Marion hugged her and gave her the food!
“I am so pleased to see you again. You disappeared so quickly after saving Robin’s and my neck from that evil sherrif! “
Morgana smiled as she remembered the day that she had “dropped” in on their execution in the sheriff’s courtyard! It had certainly caused consternation as she had cut the ropes around their necks and whisked them away from under the sherrif’s nose. He and everyone else in the area had been caught in a time lock spell.
“So” asked Marion, “why are you here my friend.” In-between mouthfuls of her much needed supper Morgana replied. “That’s the thing Marion, I am not here officially as I did not come here with any instructions, infact I didn’t even come by the anomaly, I just slipped through a portal! “
“I see” replied Marion, a smile on her face, her mind racing, there she goes again rambling, whatever portals and anomalies are? Just then Robin and Gamble Gold joined them. They spent the night eating and chatting….well they had lot to catch up on.
The next day Morgana and Marion were out gathering wood to cook dinner, when they got separated, Morgana turned a corner and there it was the anomaly, damn she thought and I was so enjoying this break from work and Merlin!
Sadly she had no choice so she jumped!
As she fell she passed through a roof and landed on a wooden floor. A band stand , she thought, looking down she met the eyes and wagging tail of a happy but surprised Labrador! “Hello beautiful ” she said giving the Lab a cuddle. As she look up she noticed a stunned young man in the corner of the bandstand.
“Where on earth did you come from ” he asked . “Only up the way ” Morgana smiled. Just then the lad was joined by his mates all carrying instruments. Morgana watched them set up their band . Then she was off and running towards the road and a smart looking BMV.

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Thirty Years of Wonder

Butterfly Sand

Curiosity run amok . . .

Laura McHarrie @ The Hidden Edge

Another Way of Looking at Your Business

Shan Jeniah's Lovely Chaos

Finding Yessings and Blessings in Lifes Messings!

Paul Militaru

Photography Portfolio

Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

Poetry, Flash Fiction, Stories, Musings, Photos

But I Smile Anyway...

Musings and memories, words and wisdom... of a working family woman

Ella Craig

Write here, write now.

Gary A Wilson Stories

A Dime of Time: Mostly 10 Minute Stories, Fiction and Memoirs

Therapy Bits

Living life with dissociative identity disorder and complex ptsd

CHARLEY WAFFLE

Unofficial Learning-as-I-go Learning Manual on Australian cattle dogs

LADY LEWIS

...what Lady A Lewis thinks about it...

No Facilities

Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams

pensitivity101

An onion has many layers. So have I!

theindieshe

The independent she who loves life

365 And Counting

there's plenty more where the first year came from

Ruth Blogs Here

Or not, depending on my mood

Expert In Managing Data Using Excel, Word, PDF

I am with 12 years of experience and ready to achieve any type of works such as, converting any form from JPG, PDF, ...etc into Excel,Word, PowerPoint and other editable forms, In addition to having a deep experience in inserting and managing data

The Art of M.

Life & The Artistic Creations of M. Snyder

France & Vincent

Writing Magic, Myth and Mystery

Sun in Gemini

SteveTanham - writing, mysticism, photography, poetry, friends

New2Writing

KL CALEY

Hot Dogs and Marmalade

Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).

Two on a Rant

Rants, humor, sarcasm, and a haiku-like substance? It's hard to know what's going to come out of our minds next.

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart

Trent's World (the Blog)

Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald

Shelley Wilson Author

Multi-Genre Author of YA Fantasy and Non-Fiction Self-Help

Marsha Ingrao - Always Write

Having fun blogging with friends

Caramel

Learner at Love

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A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing

Mr. Ohh!'s Sideways View

For those of you who aren't me...and I've noticed a surprisingly large number of people who aren't.

The Small Dog

Life from the Tail End

USUAL MUTTWITS

DOG TAILS by ZoZo and Jools

kimbladeswriting

poetry and short stories

Ben Naga

Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."