Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Still

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a peaceful and still pond, surrounded by green, with sheep grazing in the field beyond. The sky is blue and the branches of the trees are just beginning to show their leaves…

Spring hopes eternal

New life flourishes and blooms

Blue skies lift spirits

Nature opens her palate

Blues and greens to lift spirits.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

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Florescence. Day Sixteen

Day Sixteen of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Blue skies, clouds floating by

Song birds sing as they fly

Ruby and I spirits high, Spring comes true.

Thursday photo prompt – Spring #writephoto

This  part of  Sue Vincent of  Daily  Echo #writephoto  prompt.  It  is  part  three of  my  story  which  started  here with  the  Tryst here with  the  Tryst   and  continued  here with  the  Bridge

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As  she  rounded  the  corner  and  left  the  river  bank  she  could  see  the  young  human ,  heavily  pregnant  pinned  down  by a  female  Vampire! Anger  made  he  howl loudly, damn  she  though  so  much  for  surprise!

Luckily  the Vampire  was taken  by  surprise  and  let  go  of  the  girl, who  fell heavily  to  the  ground  and  cried  out. Swiftly  covering  the  ground  and leaping  at  the  Vampire, one  she had  never  seen  before , definitely  not  from  Mathew’s circle.  The  Vampire  opened  her  mouth  to  scream  but  had  the  wind  knocked out of  her as  the  Warewolf  hit  her  heavily  and  squarely  in  the  chest.

The  Vampire dug  her  long  red  nails into  the  Warewolf’s neck  and  lent  forward  to  suck  her  blood. The  Warewolf let  the  Vampire  become  intoxicated  on  a  some  of  her  blood and  as  she  watched saw  her  eyes  roll…immediately  she  went  for  her  pale  white  throat biting  deep  and hard.

Show  no  mercy  she  told  herself  they  would  show  you  none.Fighting  for  her  life, fighting  for  the  baby  she  carried  inside  her she  ripped  the  heart  out  of  the  Vampire, the taste of  dead  flesh  sickened  her  more  than  normal. As  soon a s  felt the  the  body  of  the Vampire  disintegrate  beneath her  paws  she  slowly  relaxed.

Feeling  tired , so  tired  she  could  not help  herself  from  morphing into  human shape. Her opponent dead  she  lay on  the  blood caked  grass exhausted.

The  young woman   crawled across  to  her  and  covered  her  with  her  shawl.   Two hours  passed  and  the  Warewolf  slept. The  young  woman  sat  and  watched  her.

As  she  woke  the  Warewolf came  face  to  face  with  the young  human.  The  girl  smiled  and  said “you  look as  far along  as  I  am ” sitting  up  the  Warewolf   snarled  at  the  woman  and  then  nodded  “yes” she  replied  I  am almost  ready  to  drop  my  cub. The  young  woman  said  she  was  almost  due  too.

The  human  said  they  should  not  stay  too long  here  as  it  was  getting  dark  and  late. She  said  her  name  was  Lisa  and  she  was  so grateful  to  the Warewolf for  saving her.

Lisa  looked into  the  Warewolfs’ eyes  and  asked  her  her name. After  a  long silence the  injured Warewolf replied  her  name  was Rachel.  Lisa  asked Rachel  were  was  she  staying  that  night , “under  the  bridge  ”  Rachel said. Lisa said  she  would  not  hear  of it  and  that  Rachel  must  come  back  with  her  to  her  house. Rachel  tried to  argue  but  Lisa  was more  than  a match  for her! Come on  she  said  getting  up. Then  stopping  dead  she  turned  and  said  you  cannot  travel  like  that , trying  not  to look at Rachel’s  nakedness.

“You are  right” Rachel  agreed “this  form  will not  bare  me,  the  cub is  heavy  and  my  injuries  are painful.” Looking  at  Lisa  she  said  ” I  swear  I  shall  not  hurt  you  I  am  going  to  change. ” With  that  she  changed  into  a huge  wolf.  Lisa  looked  at  her  with  admiration  and  whispered ” You  are  the  most  beautiful   wolf  I  have  ever  seen!”

The  pregnant  human  and  the  pregnant  wolf  walked  together  towards  the  setting  sun  and  Lisa’s  house. The  light  had  almost  gone  by  the  time  they  reached  Lisa’s dwelling. Rachel  stopped  by  the  spring  in  Lisa’s  garden  and  lapped  greedily  of  the  water. I shall make  you  some  tea  to  drink  Lisa  said , Rachel  turned  her  beautiful  eyes  towards  Lisa  and  Lisa   knew  instinctively what  Rachel  was  thinking.

“Okay , Rachel I understand  , you  stay  wolf “Lisa  could  not  help  but  stroke  Rachel’s  sleek  coat. ” I  do live  alone  but  you  you  do  look  more  comfortable  like  that. ” OH! cried  Lisa ” you are  bleeding  let  me  bathe  your  wound  , my  spring  has  healing   powers, yes  it  does  ” Lisa  assured  Rachel  who  was  now looking  at  her  a  thousand  questions  in  her  eyes. ” How  do I know, well  they  call me  the  witch”  Rachel  shifted on  her  paws , Lisa  stroked  her  again, “please  don’t  mistrust  me  I  am a  white  witch.”

Rachel  and  Lisa  looked  at  each other  and  each  knew  they  could  trust each other.

 

 

 

 

Silver Spring what do you bring

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Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is  looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too loud?

Spring Silver

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul,  Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that  gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds  and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys   it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.

Silver Spring is busy waking up the leaves and buds that Autumn Annie put to sleep there really is so much to she has a routine to keep

Spring Crocus

Silver has to raise the flowers, the blossoms and the buds and prepare the farmers fields so he can grow his crops. Freeing up the lakes and rivers and the little streams as she dances through meadows she leaves behind hers grass and flowers lots of yellows and greens.

So as she wakes the sun and stokes up its warming fire the beauty of her season can be seen like silver glinting off of the church spire! Silver has to work slowly these things cannot be rushed  but just like her sisters she is arranging her canvas and her brush.

Silver is very lucky she has such a colour choice , blues, greens, yellow and purples I could go on until I loose my voice. Silver can be unkind and tempt you out to play the sky the flowers can trick you into thinking it is warm enough today.Wonder will be hiding and slip out on tippie toes and chap you knees and make red your nose.

Yes silver is the youngest and in her defence  there is much to say  she makes promise of what is yet to come and echoes what has just slipped away .

Silver Spring

Yes she has the echo of her oldest sister but once she has begun she wakes us all from long cold winter and warms us with a waking sun. The sap with in the trees and plants begins to rise. All the young men and the girls get a sparkle in their eyes.

The flowers and the crops all begin to wake and and grass begins to grow again hear the noise the mowers make. So welcome, welcome Silver Spring we sing your praises anew but now we must hurry off for there is so much spring cleaning to do.

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