Thursday Photo Challenge: The Spur.

This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo Thursday Photo Prompt. Entitled The Spur.

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The Spur

It was late afternoon, Fay awoke alone covered in blood bites and bruises. She savoured everyone of them. So bewitched and compelled was she by Roman that she actually sort out his cruelty.

Vampires need to be hurt to feel, everything needs to be hasher, darker and more intense for them to feel anything.

She looked up from the filthy bed that she lay on and saw the spur on hanging on the wall. Old and rusty her eyes rollled and her body quivered as she recalled Roman running it down her body.  Cutting deeply her breast and stomach and then it being dragged through her legs and up her back. At one point she lost consciousness waking later to find  Roman inside her.

Lying on the bed of rags she wandered how that “shewolf” could ever satisfy her brother… Fay drifted off to sleep. Dreams of war filling her head and in the mist of it all she saw Mathew about to loose his head and the werewolf and the witch burning at the stake. Fay was in extasy watching the carnage….. Then a voice, she had heard before, spoke in her head. “This shall not happen I will not allow it.” It was Hope’s voice she hear Hope’s voice  and her face, yet not Hope’s face for the face was beautiful and ageless. Not that of a baby’s.

Fay spat at the face and told it to go! Fay woke sweating, all her senses heightened!. Sitting up she was alone and cold all the feelings she so craved had deserted her. The twisted joy of the night before, gone! 

Fay dressed, looking out on the evening devowering the valley she screamed in frustration and anguished the empty, soulessness that was her norm had returned, but now it hurt! 

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Back at the Witches Tower  Rachel and Lisa were concerned about Hope. She had been disturbed all afternoon and just before dusk she had,  had two fits. Thankfully the child was sleeping the sleep of the innocent now. As the two females looked on they were sure they saw the baby smile.

Lisa was disturbed, everytime she lifted Hope she got flashes of bloody war. Also, and this she could not understand, she kept seeing an old rusty spur hanging on a wall.

What Lisa knew was that war was coming, something had spurred it on.

You can read the story so far here

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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

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt: Signs

This week’s prompt from Sue Vincent of Daily Echo  is Signs.

I wrote a Tanka then reversed the verse  which though no longer a Tanka still flow and made sense… I hope. 

The reverse idea comes from micketalbot

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                 Signs

Bleached white by the sun

Then on green felt ‘proudly’ hung?

Killed by man alone

Why display this in your home

A sign man still has to grow.

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A sign man still has to grow

Why display this in your home

Killed by man alone

Then on green felt proudly hung

Bleached white by the sun.

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’s Thursday Photo Prompt, Fading.

Fading, part of Sue Vincent’s #writesistion.

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Silver rays of evening sun

Light our homeward  path

Waves upon the deserted prom

Dance at feet, making us laugh.
The ending of another day

Full of sea, sand and fun.

Retrace our footsteps at play

Home to tea our happy day is done.



Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt. Sight

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

#writephoto

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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.

#writephoto.

Thursday-photo-prompt-alone. 

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

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#writephoto.

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.

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