Thursday Photo Prompt #writephoto

The Eye

 This is week’s Thursday Photo  Prompt from Sue Vincent and part of my on going story.

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The Eye

Slowly but purposely  the tall figure approached them. As he grew closer the were astonished to see that underneath his cloak he had a long mane  of glorious red hair. He greated them with a smile, his beautiful green eyes open and kind.

“Rachel, Lisa, I have been searching for you both for weeks.” He said bending down as he spoke … He was unusually tall for an elf.  Taken aback by firstly his appearance plus the fact that he knew their names the women were silent.

Lisa spoke first, ” Who are you elf and what is your business with us?”  “Ah” he replied with a chuckle, “I  am here to help you. May I suggest?”  He asked, “that we walk as we talk, it is truly cold out here!” 

Rachel eyed this elf and growled. The elf reached out to her but she was not happy and  flashed her fangs at him.  “Please” he said ” My name is Calidore and I am here to help.”

It was getting dark  and Lisa was worried about Hope who though asleep was very cold. So she spoke to Rachel telepathically, telling her she had heard of this green eyed,flame haired elf. Rachel was also cold and tired so she  drew herself in and lead the way back to the witches tower. 

After a few minutes Rachel felt the basket being lifted from her back. Momentarily she thought to argue but his green eyes relaxed her. 

The four of them travelled in silence happy to be nearing scantuary and warmth.  Though Lisa and Rachel did not voice it to each other they both felt safe in the company of this elf.

As they approach the moat which surrounded the tower they saw the reflection the bridge  made in the water. For all the five realms to see a sign.  Calidore smiled there you see my green eye has arrived before me. 

They entered the tower to find Fay waiting for them, a fire lit and water on the boil. Rachel morphed back to human form covering herself in a green cloak. She was pleased to see Fay back and eager to introduce her to Calidore. 

Hope squirmed in Lisa’s arms, not quite understand the signs she decided to feed the babe… The second Hope latched on to her mother’s breast she tried to warn her of Fay’s duplicity. Lisa was getting mixed messages from Hope nothing made complete sense.

Fay looked at Hope, writhing at her mother’s breast as if in terrible pain . Smiling she looked at the bracelet Roman had given her to seal her thoughts away from the present company and to confuse the baby! 

Fay walked across and touched the baby’s head. Hope let out a huge scream and vomitted all over Fay. 

Fay changed her clothes as she watched Lisa settling the child in her basket. Fay looked across to where the baby lay . “I know you are the only one that can hear me, or even knows the war is as good as won but as you cannot communicate with any of them I will let you live, for now. Fay then left saying she was going to find Mathew and bring him back to meet their guest.

Calidore suggested they talk, he knew the Lisa and Rachel were to be trusted but he could not trust the female Vampire however beautiful and kind she appeared to be.

Hope squirmed in her basket furious that she could not warn her mother or any of them that Fay was the enemy.

You can read the rest of the story here.

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Thursday photo prompt – Ebb – #writephoto

This  week the  Thursday  Photo Prompt  fro Sue Vincent  of  Daily Echo  is  Ebb.

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Mathew  rose  early the  evening  after after  Hope’s  fit. Since  his  nearly  fatal  run in   with the  three  werewolves  he  had  encountered a month back he had been  sleeping  late. This  evening  though he  awoke  ready  to  deal  with  anything.

Finding  that  Lisa, and Rachel  were out  he  decided  to  go  hunting. He  Sent  his  thoughts  to Rachel. Making sure  she, Lisa and  the  baby  were  safe  and  together.  This done he  set off to hunt.  Though  cold  it felt  good  to be out .

Rachel  and  Lisa  had  spent  the  day  out  gathering  provisions, with  the  weather so very  cold  they had  decided  it  was  wise. They  had  walked  to  the  nearest village  and  traded  some  of  Lisa’s  potions  for  as  much  food  and  essentials as  they  could. Rachel  had  taken  her  wolf  form  so  to  those  they  met  they  had  just  appeared  as a young  mother and  a  wolf.  Lisa had  managed to  strap a  bag  to  Rachel’s  back  so  they  could  share  the load. As the  light  began to fade  they turned back  and  headed  towards  the  tower.

As  they  approached the  tidal  lake Lisa  thought  how  much it  reminded  her  of   her  lovely  cottage  by  the  sea. The  tide  was  out and  though  there  was  no  sign  of  sand  there  were  green algae covered  steps leading  off  to  the  distance. Up on  the  hill above  the  lake  there  stood  some  ruins also  not  unlike  the  ones  near  her  home.

As  they  skirted  the  shore  of  the  lake  Rachel  reflected on  the ebb and  flow  of  her  life . Not  unlike  the  life  of  this  huge lake. The  fullness  of  love  she  had  known  from  her  parents, the  knowledge  they  had  imparted  to her about  her  kind and  how  to  live in  harmony  with  nature.  That was  the  first  flow

Then  the great ebb when  the  Vampires  had  killed  her parents  leaving  her  lost  and  wandering   only  to  found  by  a  group  of  unscrupulous humans who  had  a  travelling  circus. It took  her  years  to  escape  their  cruelty  leaving  them  dead  except  for  their  servant,  a  young  gypsy who  had always  been  kind  to her.

The  years  she  spent  alone  in  the  wilderness never  approaching human’s  or  wolf packs   let  alone  werewolves  knowing  none  would  accept  her.  Another  ebb.

Then  the  great  flow  when  she  met Mathew, became  pregnant ,  then  met Lisa  and  Hope  and  begrudgingly, yes  even Fay.

Lisa carrying  Hope  close  to her to keep  her  warm  could  not  stop herself  from  crying.  She  could  no longer  see any  future  just  the  ebbing  away all that  is  good  and  right. As far  as  she  could  see  all was dying , bar  evil.

As  they  left  the  shore of  the  lake,  a  tall thin  figure  stepped  out  on  to  the  road  in front of  them. Lisa’s step faltered  and  Rachel  bristled  and  snarled . They  both  peered  at  the  figure  then  both  said  at  once…. “An Elf! ”

You can  read  the  story  so  far  here.

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt: The Tower.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of Daily Echo‘s #writephoto. 

This week’s title is The Tower

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The Tower.

Lisa knew that the sudden freeze was supernatural. They all did but while Mathew, Rachel and Lisa discussed the phenomenon Fay strangely kept her own council.

As evening fell Fay went out to hunt, ignoring Mathew’s protestations that he was fit enough to go for himself. It almost came to a row but Lisa eventually banged the table and looking Fay in the eye she said “Go if you must Fay, go!” The vhermence in her voice shocked the others. Fay seemed most unsettled by Lisa’s outburst but smiled at her before turning on her heels and disappearing into the night.

Rachel pulled her cloack tightly around her and fastened her belt against the bitter cold. Taking a last look up at the window where the others were she vanished.

She flew west, it was hours before the unatural snow below her began to thaw and the Autumn green of the true season reappeared. 

Landing at the bottom of a flight of steps, green with lichen she looked at the narrow round tower with another narrow square building with a pitched roof of equal hight behind it. Laughing nervously she thought to herself, there is no way back now, but when did she ever want to go back ?

Waiting at the top of the steps was tall figure.  It was Stefan one of the four ancients. “You took your time” he snapped, “We thought you had changed your mind. Come we have waited long enough for your arrival and we grow impatient. As she came face to face with him she spoke quietly her eyes cast down, “No master the way was long.”

They entered the tower and were greeted by three other Vampires two female and another male. A hushed silence fell as they turned their cold dead eyes on Fay. One of the females stepped forward and grabbing Fay by the neck and lifting her from the floor demanded “Is the bitch’s pup dead, did you slay it.” Fay with  blood lust in her eyes replied. ” Sadly no it way born dead” “Are you sure”asked the other female. “Yes” said Fay as the first Vampire dropped her to the floor. 

Finally the fourth Vampire turned towards her, his back to the fire. His eyes met Fay’s and she felt aroused her whole body ached for him. ” Well Fay, my dear, have you come for your reward” His eyes as cold as ice made her feel naked among these four ancients.

Fay moved toward him growing more excited each step she took. “Wait” said Stefan ” Do you swear aligance to us Fay”  Her eyes flashing her fangs out she screamed “Yes, I do, you know I do!” Leaping into the air she flew into the arms of second male, moaning “Roman it’s been too long”  Catching her in his arms he flew up to an opening in the attic.

The other three Vampires turned their attention to the unfortunate family that had been caught earlier for their celebration feast. 

They fell upon them, ripping flesh and shucking blood, finesse thrown to the wind so excited were they. The prospect of war, the groans of  impure sexual pleasure from above the smell of fresh warm blood and anguished screams of their victims sent them all into a frenzy.

Looking at the tower in the half-light it was as if you could see the blood of the victims past, present and future staining the walls.

The whole story so far is here

Thursday Photo Prompt, Flow.

This week’s #writephoto, Thursday photo prompt, from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo is entitled flow.


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              Flow

“Stay” were the last words her master had said.

Stay she did until sadly she was dead.

Long days and nights she waited in turn.

Lovingly waiting her master’s return.
Mother Nature took pity on her

Decided her decay she would defer.

Gently covering her features with grass and moss.

Nature tried to ease her death and her loss.
The river passed her everyday

The waterfall sings to her while at play.

Pleople come to visit her from far and near.

They pat her head and stroke her ear.
Meanwhile  from up above 

She sits with her master, her love.

In death they are united

They have eachother at last reunited.

Sue Vincent, Thursday Photo Prompt. Scattered.

This week Sue Vincent, Birthday Girl, of Daily Echo, has given us a rather special photo for our #write photo this week. 

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                 Scattered.

No one knew where the souls went

After their time on earth was spent.

Silence always fell as they left

Their loved ones empty and bereft.

Those left behind looked for the answer

But it evaded them  like a dancer.

Then a child look up one night

To skylight and saw the light.

Scattered, fractals gleaming so bright.

Look he cried I see the whole story

They are all safe , up there in their glory.

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt. Sight

This week our Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo is entitled Sight.

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       Nature’s Sight

If you look through Nature’s eye

Green of grass and blue of sky.

Can you see the wider scene

Damage done, can we redeme?

We are kept in Mother Nature’s sight.

She gives us food, warmth and light.

Yet we never stop to think 

Our deeds have brought us to the brink.

So have a thought, have a care

Mother Nature’s death our world could not bear.

Storms, floods, famine all awful plight

If we are not kept in Nature’s sight.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt: Cracked.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt: Cracked.

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              Cracked.

Like this broken egg am I 

Barren now and empty

Left on scorched cracked earth to die.

No joy in life do I see.

Smashed and shattered 

My soul broken and wind dried

All my hopes scattered

Nothing left inside.

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Thursday Photo Prompt : Wisp. #writephoto

This week Sue Vincent of Daily Echo has set us a beautiful photo prompt entitled Wisp. 

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                   WISP

Looking back I should of realized that it was just the tinyest wisp of hope. Even as I saw it, it was disappearing.

Elusive it was snatched from me just when I thought I could grasp it. Broken like the eggshells I tread it cuts my soul. 

What is the point of going on it is broken, it is gone why suffer more pain. No point to cling on for grim death, it is only a wisp. Even as I write, like the angel faces I see in the wispy clouds above, the wisp of hope dissapates.

Gone, from me, from the blue above. I stand empty handed, empty heart yet one thing is full, my eyes , full of tears.

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Thursday-photo-prompt-alone. 

This week’s Thursday photo prompt from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo  is titled Alone.

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Alone.

Alone at dusk she sat, as she had at dawn.

He was lost and all she could was mourn.

So young and bright they had set out

To planets new, no fear no doubt.

Homes to build  and crops to grow

How it would end they didn’t know.
It had started off so well

Why now was it all blown to hell.

Perched up on the rock’s peak

She watch as all on the base did sleep

Banished now she made numbers odd

She was alone and cold and prayed to God.
The rules she knew and did abide

No one could stay if their partner died.

The seven moons rose and lit the plain

She felt his hand on her hers removing pain

As the temperature fell below zero

She died alone to be reunited with her hero.

Thursday Photo Prompt, The Watchers.

This week Sue Vincent of Daily Echo has set us another interesting post and entitled it the watchers.

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                 The Watchers

Question

Why do they sit and guard at the gates.

What are the horrors that they await?

They watch the portal,they never sleep

What are the secrets that they keep.

For millennia have they stood by their post.

To save us from aliens and demon hosts.

 What are they protecting us from, 

What fiendish hell are they shutting out.

Fighting to get in and wipe us all out.

What is the secret the watchers keep 

Should they let us to take a peep.

What is the horrible truth they hide , 

What are they watching for on the other side. 

 Answer

It is not us they are saving, is it not us they protect , 

It is all the other dimensions they don’t want us to infect!

It is shocking  and fearful for us to be told

That we are the evil from all other worlds and dimensions they must withhold!! 

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