Thursday photo prompt.#writephoto. Deep.

This is my entry for #writephoto part of Sue Vincent’s​ of Daily Echo challenge. 

Rachel slept by the fire and for a while she felt safe and rested. The warmth of the fire made her sleep on longer than she intended. The cub inside slept too safe and cosy for now. 

Lisa had fallen into an uneasy sleep her unborn child lay heavily in her womb, restless and uneasy too. Lisa’s dreams were full of fierce mobs carrying torches and chanting “kill the witch.” She saw herself running,scared from the mob her child,born in the dream ,clutched to her chest.

As she ran she felt the stones and brambles cutting her bare feet and legs. She was aware she was bleeding from inside,hot blood running down her legs. 

Panic engulfed Lisa as she could feel the mob gaining on her. Faster she ran then suddenly she felt the ground give way beneath her feet as fell through a hidden opening covered by branches and leaves. 

As she fell Lisa screamed she was dashed and bashed against rocks and finally the floor of the cavern. She heard a cheer go up from the mob. They were baying like animals. Then she heard a man’s voice shout, “right, return to the village leave the witch and her bastard to die.”

Slowly Lisa’s eyes became accustomed to the light of the cavern. There was a reddish light about the cave and it was full of staligtites and staligmites, the floor was hard, she was hurt and freezing and there was no escape. Worst of all her baby’s limp broken body was cold and dead. Lisa knew there was not hope, if she did not die of her wounds the Vampires or the warewolves would finish her off.

Anger and pain filled and she screamed and screamed…

She was awoken by the she wolf nuzzling her.As she came to and got her breath the wolf morphed into a woman. Rachel took Lisa into her arms and let her cry until she slept again.

An hour later Lisa awoke and found Rachel still holding her. The white witch and the warewolf discussed Lisa’s dream. Through  tears Lisa told Rachel how the village people hated her, though they were glad enough to let her heal them when they chose. 

She wept for her baby until Rachel pointed out she was still pregnant and vivid as her dream had been it was just a dream.Rachel made them both some herbal tea, under Lisa’s instruction ) and reassured Lisa that she would protect her and the unborn child,and Lisa promised the same for Rachel and her’s

Later Lisa laid in her bed with Rachel curled up on floor by the fire in her wolf’s form, both females uneasy after Lisa’s dream.Lisa praying to Gia to help her and Rachel pleading to the moon that Mathew would seek them out. Both fearing that this was not a dream but a profecy.

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Thursday Photo prompt: Horizon #writephoto.

This is my entry for Sue  Vincent of Daily Echo ‘s #writephoto. We have to Use the image below to create a post on our own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 15th March and link back to Sue’s post with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of Sue’s post here

                 HORIZON

As Lisa settled Rachel onto a warm blanket and set about lighting the fire and preparing some food. Mathew stood on a beach watching the sun set. He was alone not just physically but mentally too. He wanted Rachel in his arms more than ever.

He thought back to when he saw her last, she had smelt different her scent, though always seductive was even more so! Looking out to the horizon , the setting sun, the colours in the sky,the glimmer on the sea, and he wept.

He was stunned by the feel of hot tears on his face. Wiping them away he was stunned,he had not cried in eons not since he had been turned infact.Nor had he felt mental pain or emotions, nothing until he had met Rachel. She had changed his existence.

It hurt, suddenly he could see this view as it really was he was feeling emotions, he was seeing colours. He opened his mouth and screamed. Nothing changed  the pain was still there the longing for Rachel and the beauty of moment it was all too much. 

Mathew fell to his knees and wept, then he saw the horizon and felt hope, something he had forgotten.

Meanwhile, Lisa had help Rachel tend her wounds, they had eaten and we’re sleeping. Rachel dreampt she was standing on a beach watching the sunset looking out to the horizon in Mathew’s arms. Lisa slept the sleep of the good and the innocent. What would the horizon hold.

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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.

 

 

 

 

Thursday photo prompt – Tryst #writephoto

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She  came  around  the  side  of  the  summer house  to  find  him  waiting! The  relief  she  felt  was  impossible  to  measure. He  was  concerned,  did  anyone  see  her  leave, was  she followed. She  soothed  his  hair  and  told him  all  was safe  as  ever  she  had  been  careful.

It  was getting  harder  for  them  to meet  the  war was  encroaching  on  their lives  and  everyone  was  feeling  threatened  and  so  no one  was safe  from  prying  eyes. Their  eyes  met  in  the  darkling  of  the  late evening they  leaned  into  each other  to kiss. The  electricity  between  them  was visible. Running  his  hands  down  her  back  he  felt something  hot  and  wet…… Blood , he  withdrew  from  their  embrace  and  asked her  with  concern  how had  she been  wounded!

Hunters  she  said  as  she  crossed  the  mountain range  yesterday  evening  they  had  almost  caught her. Fear and  anger flashed  in her  eyes, she  was so brave  he loved  her  more  each  time  they  met.

Do  you  think , she  asked him would  their  two peoples  ever  come  to  a real peace. He looked her in  the eye and  said he had  no  answer. Time  pasted  and  they made  love  long  and  blissfully.

They were readying  to  leave  and  go  their  separate  ways  when  they  heard  a noise behind them in  a flash  she  turned  and  saw  torches  approaching . He  put his  finger  on  her  lips. My people  he  said, go ,go now he  whispered.

She  turned  and  ran  into  the  night  his  gazed after  her , as she  disappeared at  speed across  the valley. Not  a  second  too soon as  three  Vampires landed next  to  him!

There has  been a  sighting  of  a ware wolf   bitch  on  the  mountain  road they  told him.   Had  he  seen or  heard  anything they  asked.    Looking  them  straight  in  the  eyes  he  replied  yes  he  had  flown over  a  group  of  human  hunter’s  with  a  bitch  carcass on  their  sledge.

Fingers  tightly  crossed under  his  coat  he  bared his  fangs  at  the  lead  male. One  less  for us  to  worry  about   he  said . To  his  relief  they  all laughed  as  they  took off  north into  the  now  night  sky.

10 miles away to  the  south she  stopped  to lick  her  wounds, slowing  her  breath  to  almost  nothing  she  felt  for  the  tiny  life inside  her  , it  fluttered  it breathed…. to  the  gods of  the  the 5 races  what  would  this  she  was carrying  be . It  would  be loved!

 

Thursday photo prompt – Flame #writephoto

This  is  my  entry  for  Sue  Vincent‘s  Thursday photo prompt  Flame. #writephoto.

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Flame The  Haiku

Look into the flame

Hopes  and  dreams  exposed the same

Turned  to  ash  by  morn.

Flame  The  Story

After  a long  vigil by  the  brazier, Cain  found  his  mind  wandering . The  hopes  he  held  for his  family, the  dreams  he  kept  close  to his  heart were mingling  in the  glow of  the  flame.

Through  the cold night  he  kept  watch as  the  rest of  the  hamlet  slept. Silence  surrounded him  like  a cloak. It  numbed  him and  he  felt  the  cold  and the  worry  slipping  away from  his  shoulders. Just  before  dawn  he  fell into  an uneasy  sleep, filled  with  wolves  and  raiders.

Waking  with a  start he  found  the  fire  had  died  and  the  brazier was  full of  ashes. His  head  was  swimming  and  he was full of  guilt  for  drifting  off. He  looked  back  at  the  hamlet, it  still stood smoke curling  from  the  chimneys of  the line of  houses.

He saw his  wife  approaching  with a  hot  drink. He  shrugged off the  fears of  the  night and  greeted  her  with  a smile.

Thursday photo prompt – Low Tide #writephoto

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Sue  Vincent  of  Daily  Echo said  : Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 8th February and link back to Sue’s post  here at  her  blog,with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of of  Sue’s  post here .

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 Her Last Low Tide : A Nonet.

It  had  taken  all day  to  get  here.

That they  would  be  late  was her fear.

They  made it  as the last rays

From the  sun touched  the sands

Of the last low tide

They stood wide eyed

Hugged and smiled

Happy she

Died.

 

Thursday photo prompt #writephoto : Waiting

 

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Thursday photo prompt #writephoto  :  Waiting

Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 1st February and link back to Sue Vincent’s post  here with a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of this her post   on   her  page   here .

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Time  no longer  meant anything  to  Guy he was  too tired  to care . The  melt  down  he had  had  at  work  yesterday  was  the  very last  straw. He  had  thrown  his  laptop  at  the  wall stuck his  finger  up  at  an astonished  team leader and  walked out of  the office. Calling  over his  shoulder  any  problems in  the  States  don’t  bother to call me.

He had  got into  his  car and  driven  home ( he  still  felt  the huge  house in  the  county  where  his parents  lived  as  home . )  They  were  delighted  to  see  him,  they  always  were, he decided  not  to tell  them  how  he  felt just  yet. That  could   wait, he needed  rest.

Later  that  night  when  everyone  had  gone  to bed  he  sat  in his favourite  spot in  the  house. It  was in a  small alcove in  the  hall by  the  grandfather clock. As  a child  he had  hidden here  many times, it  was always  cosy  as  the  fire in  the  nearby  fireplace  was  never  allowed  to  go out.  The  view  was then  as it  was now  magical. The oldest  stair  case  in the  house in view  with  the  Black suit of armour  peeping  out  from behind  the  curve  of  the stairs.

Guy  found  himself  crying, silly  sod, he  thought  way  are  you  crying. It was the  job,  good  and  as well paid  as it  was it  did not  warrant  the  pressure it  put him under.  No  they  would  have  to  do  without him  for  a while  and if  they  couldn’t  then  so be it  they  could  bin him off.

 

Wiping  his  eyes  he  thought  back  to  when he  was  a child  and  the  game he  had  played . He  would  put  the  black  helmet under his  arm  (  it was far  too big  for him in  those days) Then  he  would  creep  up  the  stairs. He  thought  for  a second concentrating  on  his  memory. Slowly  it  came  back  to  him  there  was a beautiful  woman  at  the  top of  the stairs. She  had  always  told  him   that  she  would  wait  for him . One  day  he  would return  to her  as  a man, a knight in  shining armour.

Crazy, he  smiled to himself , everyone  had  played  along  saying  it  must  be  Lady  Olivivia. She had  been  betrothed  to  Sir Guy. He had been killed in  the Crusades his  armour  had  been  brought  home  by  his  Squire  and  had  ever  since  stood  were it  was  to  this  day.  Poor Oliviva  had  died  within weeks  of  the  Armour  returning. In  the  room at  the top of  the stairs and  all through  the  ages  between  then  and  now  she had  been up  there  waiting for  the  return of  her  love  Sir  Guy.

Guy sat quietly  remembering  the lady  he  was  sure  he  had  met  on  more  than  one  occasion in his  childhood, he  remembered  how  beautiful  and  how  kind  she  was  to him. Suddenly  he  new  what  to  do… he went  across to the suit  of  armour  and  put  it on ..to his  his surprise it  fitted  him  like a  glove.  Carefully  he  climbed  the  stairs, as  he  reached  the  room at  the  top of  the  stairs it  was  as he  remembered it. Warm  and  cosy  and  there  in the  chair  by  the  window  sat  Lady  Olivivia. Guy  she  said  with  a  smile, the  soft  candle  light  highlighted  her  beauty…. at  last  my  waiting is  over. As  she  stood  to greet  him  he  knew  that  here  with  her  is  where  he had  always  yearned  to be.

In  the  morning  Guy’s  parents  found  him  dead in th alcove  opposite  the  ancient  stair  case . The  verdict  was  suicide  but  the  truth is  that  Guy  and Olivivia   lived  happily  ever after.

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