#JusJoJan prompt the 28th – “Storm”

“Storm, storm hold up why are you in such a mood?” Jim shouted at his sister as she stomped across the bar! As she went through the door into the street he caught up with her. “What’s with you, why the face and why were you so mad with that guy, do I need to punch his lights out? “

Storm turn to face her brother eyes flashing and red hair flailing around. “Why,” she shouted, “why did mum and dad call me Storm, I mean Storm for God’s sake it caused me nothing but hassle.” Jim smiled , you know sis it’s not your name it’s your temper that gives you all the grief, not your name! ” He looked her straight in the eyes and smiled, she smiled and then they both laughed. “Mum always said you were born the night of 15 October 1987, the night of Hurricane, the night Michael Fish said there was no storm comming but there was! ” “Yes ” Storm replied, “Dad was working away and mum went into labour! Trees down cars and debris flying around… mum whisked off to hospital, the ride from hell, she called it. You went into Mrs Tyson next door didn’t you.” Laughing Jim agreed.

“So you were called storm …just be grateful they didn’t pick Hurricane! God your tempers scary enough as it is!”

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Part of LindaGHill’s Justjojan

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 25 (STILL) This week, it’s the D rhyme line.

Our Ronovan chose the word STILL this week . Those of us who want to combine it with our haiku for Monday’s Haiku Challenge prompt of (CALM & STORM) can.

The two CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so.

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Stay quiet and keep you mouth shut.
There’s no point in shaking the cage.
You don’t want to awake the rage.
So don’t let the Genie get out
It’s best he stays locked up no doubt.
This is the calm before the storm
The moment just before the dawn
No need to move as all is still
Balanced on a porcupine’s quill
Please let this be a new age dawn.

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This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 325 CALM & STORM

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Hush feel the quiet
Here in the eye of the storm
For now all is calm.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

The Challenge Words!

Calm&Storm

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 303: Stick&Trick.

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge. The prompt this week is Stick and Trick.

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Such a cruel trick

The tree destroyed the storm

Broken like a stick

Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto

This week’s prompt for #writephoto ~ Storm

For visually challenged writers, the image shows stormy sky above a ruined tower, perched above earthen banks and ditches.

Calador took Lisa in to his arms and smiled down at her. She looked tired and small but no a day older than when they had met fifteen long hard years ago. Her eyes, that deep blue, indicative of witches showed the pain those years of war had taken on her soul.

Hope was ahead of them now striding up the hill towards what was left of Ewan’s Castle and the deep trenches that had been used to deter the hosts of Vampires. “Come on you two” she called, “there’s a storm closing in and I for one could do without getting soaked again” Calador laughed and shouted back, “It might be cold but the sky is clear no sign of a storm!” Hope laughed loudly. Lisa smiled and hugged Calador, “Come on , you know she is always right she can feel the weather, see the future, past and present” she said braking free from Calador’s hold and heading up hill.

As they reached the top of the hill and crossed the earthworks the skies darkened and the first drops if rain began to fall.

As they entered the Mott, all that was left of the castle the warmth greeted them. The fire in the kitchen filled the whole place with heat and the smell of stew cooking. Leona was there Hope threw her arms around her, she had great affection for this woman who had helped raise her. Who had kept her hidden in plain sight within her own large brood.

As Calador and Lisa walked towards the Great hall Ewan came out to meet them. He greeted them both warmly.”It is very fortuitous that you have all visited today. Alicia and the witches council have asked me to bring you here tonight.” He added, ” I fear there is a storm brewing! ”

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

#writephoto

This is part of my continuing my story ‘Vampires the Witch and the Werewolf’ you can read the story so far here.

NaBloPoMo : Storm Dance.

30 Days, 30 Posts: NaBloPoMo

 

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One  by one they fall they are lifted  by the wind  and hurled

Around outside my window . In a mad St Vitus’ dance twirl,

Round and round  like tarantella spiders spiraling in all directions

Almost  kissing tenderly as they pass, pseudo affections.

 

And now the music starts  in the trees across the road

Swaying musicians  they are abandoning themselves in rhythmic overload.

Now comes the tippa tapping  the pitta patting window rattling

Fast and furious the dance is curious and strong , the windows rattling.

 

So it continues the beating  music and the  mad dance

The flowers join the leaves  as they skim the grass in a  light fandango they prance.

Shall I join them ? No not me here in the warm I would rather be

As I watch them an old failure feeling crept over me. Yes I wished  like them I was free.

The Storm.

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Don’t worry the child whispered to the tree.

I shall keep you safe , you’ll not be harmed  if you stay with me.

The lightening flashed and the rain fell. Out to sea ships were tossed on the foamy swell.

It was such a dark and starless night the child could see that the tree was suffering  from fright.

All around the the winds were shaking up the hills and whipping up the lakes and streams so that they were over flowing their banks and having little spills.

Thunder crashed and lightening lit the skies the child hugged tight the tree and closed her eyes.

Please dear friend, tree, she was heard to say. I shall not let go of you until this ghastly night is through, and this storm is gone away.

Of a sudden the tree was struck by lightening flash, it buckled and bowed and then to the ground it crashed. Sadly flattening beneath it’s weight the tiny child who lovingly had promised to keep it safe.

Darling , darling  tree fear not fear not I am still with thee………..