Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Renewal.

Here we are a New Year and a new photo prompt from Sue Vincent. Thursday Photo prompt.

Renewal.

After the silence came the roar, the rush of wind. The whole planet shook and vibrated to the unholy boom.

They stood unbelieving, as the fire ball coloured the sky. Frozen to the spot they could not ignore the terrifying beauty of it all.

The fire came and went nothing survived.

After the silence there was nothing, just a black hole, renewal?

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Thursday Photo Prompt, Lost, #writephoto.

This prompt of Sue’s has so touch my imagination I have written a second entry, an Etheree.

Fallen

Lost

Souls fall

From high grace

No more to see

Their beloved God’s face

Banned from heaven above

Because of their hidden love

No return, down to earth they fall

I pray their passion will never pall

Is it fair that pure love is their down fall.

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Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.#writephoto. Carved.

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

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Carved

The stones stood in a ring an ancient ring, older than time. The stone in the middle was called the cauldron, it had this name not only for its shape but because of it’s history.

The cauldron was where the witches of old would mix their magic, a magic made stronger by their numbers and their beliefs.Nature their mother had carved the centre out for them.

Rachel and Lisa approached the cauldron carrying the herbs and potions Lisa had gathered up on Rachel’s return to the castle.

Lisa had Hope strapped close to her chest and well hidden under her cloak to all intents they looked like a woman and a large dog/ wolf. They had left the castle a week before and travelled a dangerous road.

Rachel stopped and looked ahead, she felt uneasy as if evil was surrounding her. “Look at the sky Lisa” she whispered.”Why is it that colour it does not look natural.”

It was not a normal sky the colours were too harsh too intense. Lisa took a deep breath and replied,”No that is the reflection of war, fire and blood. The war had started, Calador was attending the great Elf council, Mathew and the crows were with the Vampires. Corvo brought Lisa news of Mathew every other day.

Mathew still being undetected apart, the news was dark. Humans being slaughtered, and tortured. The Werewolves were also on the rampage , soon there would be few humans left if some power did not come to their aid soon.

Who knows the outcome, nothing was carved in stone,yet.

You can read the whole story so far here at The Vampire , the Witch and the Werewolf.

Thursday Photo Prompt: Window.#writephoto

Here we are at the first Thursday Photo Prompt in 2018 and a huge Than You to Sue Vincent who kindly gives us such amazing photos prompts. 

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Window

Window

Rachel woke with a start she had been having nightmares about the future and what it held. Calidore and Lisa were at the table deep in conversation they both turned to face her as she screamed. 

Lisa smiled, “you are okay it’s only a dream here join us Calidore had cooked us breakfast.”  Rachel shuddered against the cold… Then suddenly realised it was warm and there was sunlight streaming in through the windows that ,when she fell asleep, were covered in ice inside and out.

Lisa handed Rachel a plate of food which was delicious, an elvish recipe she guessed. Rachel again looked at the sunlight streaming into the room and the fabulous scent of winter roses.  “How” she asked “what has happened to the harsh conditions that were here last night.” Lisa, picking up Hope as she  replied. ” It was Calador’s idea. We combined our magic so we could have an Indian summer just within the courtyard and house.” Calador added, ” we decided we needed a little lift… But just step over the threshold of the courtyard and the unholy winter is still there.”

“Is there any news from Mathew ?” asked Rachel,  “no” replied Lisa” but both Calador and I have sensed a deep sorrow in his thoughts” Yes unusual as it is that Vampire is in great pain, but he is headed this way” added Calador. 

Despite her fears Rachel could not help notice a deep bond  forming between Lisa and Calador. This pleased her she loved Lisa and this huge handsome elf was finding a place in her heart.

Miles away Mathew was torn should he return to see the others or should he see what information he could gather about Roman and the Ancients plans. His body was blooded and torn but worse was the mental pain he was feeling. These feelings long dead had been reawoken  by his beloved Werewolf Rachel.  He made his decision and set of back to the witches castle.

Stepping into the courtyard Mathew was stunned by the warm and sunlight… He was amazed he could actually smell the roses… Even more  amazingly he was feeling joy…..

You can read this story from the beginning and so far here

#writephoto Photo Prompt: Lights. 

This  is part  of  Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Photo Prompt Lights.

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Sue says  to “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 5th October” and link back to her prompt  post  at Thursday Photo Prompt #Lights#writephotowith a pingback. Please make sure that the pingback works and if not, copy and paste your link into the comments section of her  post.

lights

Fingers almost blue, toes numb like  her soul

Fear had  her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole

The lights  twinkled on the water  and  the  snow

Eyes closed she stood silent rocking to and throw .

 

Warmth and  home seemed a million miles away

Under this  bridge ,damp and  bitter her only place to stay.

Tears cannot fall when frozen  but  they hurt as much

She  longed for  a gentle  word or loving  touch.

 

Watching  the lights on  the water  dance

Like little fairies they leap and prance.

Music floats across the water  to her ears

Laughter  and an happy voices, all she hears.

 

Tired, so tired  she slumps down on the frozen ground

Watches  the  lights  from  the house praying never  to be found.

Maybe she could of  spoken out  but she had not dare.

Who would believe her who would care

 

Slowly as life  slips away from her grasp

Suddenly she is  held in a warm, kind clasp.

A soft voice takes  her to a happier place

She  opens  her  eyes and sees God’s face.

 

Anywhere Evening News. Christmas Eve 2016 :another  drug addict  found dead under the  the bridge opposite  the  Ferryman’s Inn.

 

 

 

 

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