Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.Inside-out.

This is my entry to Sue Vincent of Daily Echo #writephoto.

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Inside out.

Lisa with Hope suggly attached to her back in a blanket arrived a day after Fay had sent out her plea for help. 

“Why are you here” asked Fay when she saw Lisa, “I have come to help you, I heard your cry for help.” Fay looked uncertain, “how can I know I can trusted you? ” She demanded of Lisa. “You can’t ” said Lisa ” We just don’t have time to worry about that now” 

Fay was shocked but as Mathew needed help and she had no idea what to do she followed Lisa’s bidding. Following  Lisa and Hope she carried Mathew to the back of the gloomy cavern to a hidden door which Lisa unlocked.

As they climbed the steep stairs Fay looked out of the window amazed at how heavily it was raining, she looked up to see water pouring out of the mouth of a stone gargoyle on the roof, it was cascading like a fountain. “Where are we going” asked Fay. Lisa spoke over shoulder, ” this castle belongs to my people, I am a witch you know and as such I can use this castle as and when I choose.” 

Fay was shocked, she tried not to show it but Lisa knew. When they reached the top of the staircase Fay was unsure of what to expect, it was pitch black. Lisa muttered something and suddenly there was light and a fire burning in a huge fire place at the end of the room. To one side of the room there as a bed, Lisa told Fay to put Mathew down on it. 

Fay watched as Lisa put Hope’s blanket into an empty draw then lay the baby snuggly inside. Lisa Turned to Fay and handing her a bucket asked her to go and fetch some of the water that was falling from the roof. 

The rain was freezing yet Fay welcomed the cold wet on her skin, she felt it was cleansing her. As soon as the bucket was full she returned to the turret to find Lisa busily chopping herbs and plant roots. Taking the water from Fay she poured it in to a couldron hanging in the fire place and added all the herbs and roots. 

“That’s a bit cleched” sneered Fay, “Witch, cauldron”.  Lisa sighed and replied “don’t knock it it works, do you want me to help your brother”  Fay nodded , she wandered across to where Hope was wriggling in the draw, she felt the old hunger mounting inside her. “Don’t even think of hurting me” Fay jumped the infant had spoken inside her head. She backed away, she went to Mathew and watched as Lisa used a mortor and pestle to make a strange smelling paste. Lisa packed Mathew’s  wounds with the paste and wrapped leaves over them before bandaging him in clean linen. 

Lisa said , ” All we can do now, Fay, is wait. ” Fay smiled at Lisa and went over to the window and watched the water from outside seeping through on to the sill… What else could she do but wait? 


 Mathew was lost in a coma where flashes of his life, past and future haunted him, there was one constant though, Rachel, he kept seeing Rachel.
To the north Rachel had joined a pack of Warewolves who were all reeling from the loss of three of their number who had lost a battle with two Vampires, the male was almost killed.

Rachel listened carefully .

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Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Green 

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo #writephoto prompt. Green .

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Mathew knew that Rachel was in torment and needed him. He did not know where she was or even why she was desperately​ calling for him.

He looked and the moon, it was full, that boded nothing but danger. The Warewolves would be out hunting, the humans would be on high alert … The elves and dwarfs, those that were left would be in hiding.

After a short while for thought, Mathew finished drinking the blood of the deer he had killed. He reasoned he needed all the strength he could get.  Then he set off in the direction his instincts were drawing him, towards the sea. 

Moving at the speed of light Mathew sped west, his mind in a turmoil what was wrong with Rachel why could he feel so much of her anguish. He past villages, towns, and a city the smell of human blood kept calling to him but he resisted the temptation. 

He must of taken his mind off his surroundings for as he set down for a rest he was faced with three Warewolves. They were delighted to see him. Baring their fangs they all sprang at him ripping into his flesh before he could defend himself. 

Mathew fought back valiantly wounding the female and killing the younger male unfortunately the remaining male was strong and angry! He had seriously injured Mathew, who felt himself slipping away. The huge wolf was circling Mathew ready to go in for the kill. Mathew knew all his strength was gone and his injuries were such as he could not retaliate, all the damn wolf had to now was to either rip out his heart or rip off his head.  He was cold and tired but more than the thought of being sent into oblivion he wanted to see Rachel. 

The wolf had sunk his claws deep into Mathew’s chest  just as Mathew smelt the foul breath of the wolf there was high pitched​ scream just as everything went black.

Mathew opened his eyes, he was in so much pain, he expected to see the wolf but instead he saw the beautiful pale face of his sister, Fay. He could hear water running over stones as he looked two ivy covered arches came into view just as he blacked out again. 

Fay held Mathew in her arms,she felt they were safe enough under the bridge as the Warewolves could not get their scent and the humans were scared of this place , believing it to be a place of witchcraft! 

Fay looked at the dark roof  asked for  help, she had no idea from whom but she needed help.

Lisa was feeding Hope when she heard Rachel’s cry for help. She saw exactly where they were.

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto: Obelisk.

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

​You have 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 3rd May and link back to Sue’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 that post.

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The Obelisk

It was a clear evening and the last rays of the sun where dancing on the water. The cliff and the old Obelisk were already in the shadows. Rachel approached with caution incase there were others there. 

Standing by the Obelisk  Rachel howled at the rising moon. Her pain growing inside her.  She wondered if she should end her life, was there any point in going on.

She raised her head and sent out a plea.

  Under the moon and Obelisk

I stand and beg you to find me

I have not seen you since our tryst

I need you to save me set me free

What hope have I our child dead

I carried our only hope

Alone I stand here in dread

I am tired, I can not cope.

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Rachel curled up and wept, she fell asleep. Far away, further up the coast Lisa heard Rachel’s plea, she prayed the old ones of the Obelisk would protect her friend until the dawn. Nestled in her arms Hope smiled.

Even further away Mathew stopped feeding on a deer and listened to the wind. Something indistinct told him Rachel needed him.

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

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

​You have 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 3rd May and link back to Sue’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 that post.

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Thursday Photo Prompt, #writephoto, Child,

When Rachel awoke two days later she was destraugt to learn of her loss. So deep was her pain and grief that Lisa feared she would loose her.

Slowly Rachel responded to Lisa’s kindness and took food and water. To Lisa’s surprised Rachel refused to morph in to a human and remained wolf. 

After a week she was strong again and told Lisa she was leaving.  Lisa asked her to stay but Rachel said she had to find  Mathew.

Lisa, reading Rachel’s thoughts could tell that Hope was upsetting her, a constant reminder of her loss.

So Rachel bid Lisa and Hope a loving farewell and promised to return as soon as she could.

Left alone Lisa got out the toys she readied for her child. Beautiful things she had collected over the years some in payment for her healing ways from the villagers and some from her childhood.

Rachel set of to West in search of her lover, her loss raw and gnawing. 

Lisa could feel the need in Hope to learn and fast. 

She showed the child what she had gathered. The Rocking Horse, the dolls in the cradle, the dolls house..

The 10 day old infant smiled. Telepathically Lisa heard Hope say “teach me your ways read to me from your magic books.”

Lisa smiled and did as Hope asked.

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Thursday photo prompt #writephoto. Shore.

This week’s #writephoto  from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo, is another beautiful beach and sea themed view and it is lovely as ever.

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The next morning the sun was high and clouds danced across the sky. The three women, each from different species wandered down to the shore. Some how a bond had formed between them.

Lisa announced she was in labour and had been most of the night. She wanted the sea’s rythmn to help with the birth of her child. Looking at the trench, nature had carved along the shore leading out to the sea she said she hoped her baby would flow out of her to sea and be embraced by nature.

Rachel was scared, she hid it well but she feared for Lisa and for herself. Fay found herself engrossed by the whole experience but her urge to feed was strong. Like the sea emotions swept over the women soaking them first then draining them. Lisa read Rachel and Fay’s thoughts, Rachel could sense Fay’s heightening agitation and told her to go as the next few hours would be more than her willpower could stand. 

Fay promised to return soon, she knew Rachel was right, she would not be able to resist the blood or the fresh smell of baby. For the first time in hundreds of years she did the right thing and left.

The child was born on the beach to the rythmn of the waves. The sun had moved round in the sky and it was late afternoon as Rachel helped Lisa along the trench to the sea to bathe herself and the baby. The child,  a girl screamed as the sea water was gentle dropped over her by loving hands.  Lisa held the baby to her breast, the child thrashed about for a seconds then latched on to its mother to feed.

Lisa, Rachel and the child returned to the house and Lisa bathed the baby again in warm water and wrapped her snuggly and put her into a basket of herds she had covered with a sheet. 

The warmth and the scent of the herbs  soothed the child and she lay quietly in her little bed. Lisa bathed then  lifted her to her breast again. ” Here my love ” she soothed ” feed and grow strong.”

Rachel left them she was exhausted by Lisa’s labour and also terrified as she had to go through this too. 

Standing at the top of the cliff by the old ruins she could see the whole of the beach, the deep trench was still visible. The sound of the sea in her ears and all the beauty before her and yet she felt lost alone and terrified.

Suddenly a pain grabbed her and her fear turned to terror as she realised she was now in labour. Immediately she morphed in to a wolf and made her way back to Lisa.

Lisa was ready for Rachel on her return she had a blanket ready . She settled Rachel down and spoke to her saying ” All will be well Rachel all will be well” though truth be told she knew it would not. She could not let Rachel know this.

All the while Lisa’s baby slept. Just before midnight the wolf cub  was born. Sadly it was dead, Lisa with all her skills could not revive the little female pup. She was beautiful, she had huge fangs were her canine teeth should of been.

Rachel was too ill to even know her child had died, she had bled profusely and Lisa had had to stitch her up and pack her womb with healing herbs. Rachel was lucky that Lisa was skilled in the ways of child birth, though she had never delivered a warewolf before.

As Rachel slept unaware of her loss Lisa stood on the shore with her babe in here arms…. “I shall call you Hope” she whispered. Little did she know how apt that name was.

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Thursday Photo Prompt,#writephoto, Empty.

This is my entry to Sue Vincent of Daily Echo weekly #writephoto.

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This week’s prompt is Empty.

Rachel woke remembering the horror of Lisa’s dream. The feeling of unease she had experienced in her sleep was still with her. She padded over to check on Lisa who was standing at the sink looking out of the window.

Lisa looked at Rachel and stroked her,” do you mind if I treat you as a wolf” she asked silently, “yes I can speak to you by telepathy and you only need to think to answer me.”

“Ah”, replied Rachel, “like the Vampires, like my Mathew.” Lisa noded, she knew about Mathew having read Rachel’s thoughts.

They decided to take a walk to clear their heads after the bad night they had had. 

To all appearances a pregnant woman and a pregnant wolf walking along an empty beach. The sound of the waves crashing on to the beach soothed them both. Healing recent wounds. Both Rachel and Lisa grew closer linked now by their silent telepathy.

The sky was pale, the sea dark, the grass green, dark in the shade. The beach was empty, the wind was empty the two women’s hearts were empty. Alone on the empty beach, they were safe for for now.

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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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