K.L.Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – EMERGING.

K.L.Caley

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


#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 212#SYNONYMSONLY

This week, Word Crafters, Colleen has selected words to get us going. These words are opposites with many synonym possibilities:

I have written a Tanka, I have used the synonyms, Taut, rigid, compressed, and slack, released, discharged.

image Pixabay.

Loose & Tight

Tempers pulled so taut
Let to slip through slack fingers
So long held rigid
Released to flow, river like
Discharged like compressed feelings!

This is part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Rage

LindaGHill said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “four-letter word.”  Use any four-letter word as your theme. Enjoy!

Here is  the pingback

 

Enjoy  I  can’t  enjoy,  I  am  so  burnt  up  with  rage . I am sick of  being  told  what  to  eat , drink ,  especially  how  much  wine I can  drink! What  to  wear  just  because I  do not  want  to  dress  like  everyone  else  does,  I have  my own tastes  and  if  they are  different  so  what…eh eh!! I like  the  way  I dress. I have  never  told  anyone  else  what  to  wear!

I  feel  the rage  growing inside  me  when  I am  told  what  I can  watch on TV  ….how  the hell old  am I. I get  indigestion  holding  down rage   when I  am told I  spend too much  time on  the computer……so bloody  what ! I  am not interested  in what’s on TV   so why  not  write  and  escape  into  a world  I  like, no love plug  myself into Imogen Heap  or Sia…. why  not , why  not?

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Rage , rage  scream  at  the  moon  shake  my  fist in rage

Shout  stamp my  feet lash out, rattle  the  bars of  my  cage.

Damn  Blast F##k  I am  a person  what use  to live  to an old age

If I am told  what  to  do, have  no fun , hardly  a life a plain page!

 

I want  to  drink what I want,when I want , not  smother  rage

Dance in  the rain  without  causing  a raised eyebrow

Wear an unusual  dress and  not  be  told  you look  fool now

I want  to me and make my  own mistakes, not burn with rage!

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I said  at  the start of  the  stream of  consciousness that I  couldn’t  enjoy  writing  this post  because  I  am burning up  with RAGE , well that is  true  tonight  but I  did enjoy  letting off  steam!

Men  F###ing  Men….. apologies and  all  men on  wordpress  exempted …… unless  of  course  any of  you  start  telling  me  what I  can  and  cannot  write!

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Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. Linda will post the prompt  on her blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance,  Linda  will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” or “Begin with the word ‘The’.”

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that Linda  and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of Linda’s post into yours.  Your link will show up in Linda’s comments, for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on Linda’s post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. Have fun!

FanFoFeb : Stress and then Madness

My head is  full of anger  my  head is full of fear

I feel  so stressed and strung out , what  the hell is going on here.

Today  should of been a breeze  today  should of been a doddle

But  now it’s all gone pear shaped and my brains have all began to coddle.

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Madness Nonnette

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Hands reaching out to trap me fast.

To secure me in their misery.

Holding me down drowning me.

Loving it hear them sing

Enjoying my drowning.

Wanting my soul

Pain their goal

Swallowed

Whole

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Post on your site, and join FanFoFeb . The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “FanFoFeb   Fantasy for February lasts all month . (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “post.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a FanFoFeb  . post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

 

 

 

 

 

NaBloPoMo: Deaths Book is Lost

They searched , they over turned countries, cities towns

They lay waste to plains of crops and wherever there was joy they brought frowns.

The  sick got sicker  the wars got worse not one corpse would follow Death

No matter the mutilation, the cancer  or the agony no one took their last sweet breath.

 

The angel of death was in despair, his boss Death was unsure what  to do

War plague  and famine had never had so much fun no lack of suffering, and that was true.

Governments around the world had meetings, the dead drew up and begged  for oblivion

The angel of death could take no more, he went above his boss’s head, he new it was his wrong.

 

He crept slowly into the halls of heaven, the holy light

Bathed his body with the warmth he had long  forgot.

The beauty  of what he so missed , reminded him of what he was not.

He wept, he sobbed and grieved. Then he hear the Father’s voice.

Forgive me Father I need to see you I have no choice.

 

The face of the Father full of love  and warmth looked  down on his errant son.

He knew of course before the angel spoke  exactly why he had come.

 

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

NABLOPOMO : DEATH’S BOOK IS LOST

The  book was gone  and all was panic

Death  was furious,  the whole place was frantic.

Angrily he paced the wooden  floors

Searching  every room and slamming all the doors.

Things were desperate, so he call the other horsemen in

He  knew that they were busy  causing  war, plague  and strife

Ruining   crops,  watching  people die  and generally spoiling everone’s life .

They came leaving chaos in their withering wake

“Lost the book” sneered War , plague coughed famine asked was there any cake?

The Angel of death  was hiding  from he who was dressed   in cowl and carrying a scythe

Death was frantic he new without his book those who should be dead would be staying alive.

It was famine that found him  while he searching for nourishment

The angel of death  hiding in the fridge , ” he’s in here Death” famine shouted as he took the cheese and went.

Death was too angry to hang about any more .

Come on  we have to search, Now , Shouting for his horse he rushed out of the door!

So the four  horse  men of the Apocalypse followed  by the sulking angel of death

They went forth to find the book , they’d search the earth , width and breadth !!

TO BE CONTINUED.

NaBloPoMo : Madly Hurt !

Damn those happy faces

They should be banned from public places!

I am  here on my own  and the bleeding disgrace is

I can read the pity in their faces .

 

They  smile and off me some drinks

Their eyes belie their lips. This is obvious what they think!

‘You’d better watch  your man

She is single and on the prowl she’ll seduce him if she can.’

 

“Woow! that dress looks great, so glad you made the party”

Translation : “I never thought she’d come OMG that dress looks tarty!”

You spot him and she’s draped across his arm, the finale slap in your face

Damn I have to stay, I refuse to show myself up by leaving now with indecent haste.

 

I know they are all laughing at me

They think I do not see.

I’ll  show  them, where did I put those matches

I am walking in the cold dark night, I hope my surprise fire catches.

Damn those happy faces

They should be banned from public places!

I am  here on my own  and the bleeding disgrace is

I can read the pity in their faces .

The Dream Catcher

Every night while we all sleep

Across the lake her nets she casts deep

But it is not fish but our dreams

Our hopes, needs and all our schemes.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

She is waif like she is fair ,

She is heart broken and full of disrepair .

Why does she always cast her net at night

Shying away from us all and avoiding all light.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

Once like us she walked in the light

This was before she was condemned to endless night.

She had a lover who she worshiped and adored

Yet he betrayed and left her though she wept and implored.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

Anger and jealousy beset her she could not live

She could not breath or think without her lover

In rage she sort him out and she did discover

He was wrapped in the legs and arms of another.

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

She cut them deep, she bled them dry

And as she did all she could do was cry.

She screamed at the Sun to no longer shine on her

She begged the Night to keep her and never let this hurt reoccur

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

 

The God of love and goodness took pity on her

Set her to fishing for dreams and hopes her soul to repair.

So this endless task is hers,  never to be free

Of all the hopes and dreams that escape from you and me

 

 

Secret birds of the night

Spy her whilst on their endless flight.

Why does she spend every night

Endeavoring our dreams to hold tight.

 

 

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