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.

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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!! 

Thursday Photo Prompt, Sails. #writephoto.

This week’s #writephoto from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo is entitled Sails. 

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               Sails

And with the dawn came new light

Gone the monsters of the night

The sun through sails like a fire

Lifts the heart  and soul’s desire.

Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto

Thursday photo prompt – Mask #writephoto

This is this week’s prompt from Sue Vincent from Daily Echo is the photo below and it’s title is The Mask. 

A special vote of thanks to Sue  who is soldiering on with no computer after it blew up!😱

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For as long as Claire could remember it had hung in hall of their home. It was the first thing she saw as she entered the house and the last before she left.  During her childhood it had scared her, seemingly watching her everytime she went upstairs to her bedroom and following when she returned back downstairs. 

As she grew older she tried to convince herself that it was all in her imagination and that the damn Mask was not malevalant. Unfortunately things kept happening, grandma had fallen down the stairs and broken her hip. She had blamed the Mask. The workmen who had fitted the new kitchen had all had accidents, including severed fingers, eltricution,  concussion and even a nervous breakdown.

Claire just knew it was the Mask hanging on the wall that was to blame for all the “mishaps” as her parents referred to them.

One evening Claire came home from work to find both her parents dead! The police were called and a few weeks later Claire  found herself in the cornornor’s court listening to a verdict of death by miss adventure. Apparently they had died from a freak escape of an obscure gas.

As Claire walked home she knew what had caused their deaths. It was the Mask.

Entering the back garden Claire built a bonfire, lit it and then entered the house quietly. She rushed into the hall and grabbed the Mask from the wall and pulled, it was so much harder to remove the Mask than she thought.

The lights flickered , the doors opened and slammed, the TV clicked on and changed channels randomly. Sweat and fear engulfed Claire she felt as if she was drowning. Her throat was closing and she could not breath. She began to loose consciousness just as she began to fall a small voice inside her screamed at her not to give in ! 

With all the strength she could muster she wrenched the Mask from the wall and stumbled out into the garden carrying the Mask which was so heavy.

The bonfire had almost gone out and it had become dark, how long had she been struggling with the Mask? In despartion she threw the Mask into the dying embers of the fire.

She fell to the ground in a faint. For a minute or two nothing happened! Then the Mask and the dying bonfire became an conflagration. Neighbours reported hearing screams all night.

In the morning Claire awoke covered in dew, every bone in her body ached but she felt, safe and free. Sadly too late for her family  but at last the Mask was gone!

Thank Goodness she thought as she went into the kitchen and closed the door.  As the door shut a gust of wind whipped up some ashes from the fire and they blue across the neighbourhood.

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