Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a seashore with a clear, turquoise sea, bordered by small islands and a rocky headland .

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Rachel chose to stay in lupine form until she established what was awaiting them. They followed the boatman up the stone steps. Rachel in her present form hated steps they were difficult with paws and claws. Much worse was the smell filling her nose.

Lisa was nervous too and held tight to Hope, feeling Rachel’s discomfort she rested a hand on her back showing her she cared.

They reached the top of the steps and entered a huge dimly lit hall with a huge fire place at the far end containing a roaring fire.

Rachel looked around recognising , tapestries, a huge long table with benches either side. Armour and paintings adorned the wall, all this along with the stench she had encountered the moment they had entered the castle confirmed they were surrounded by humans.

Lisa though her sense of smell was not as keen as Rachel’s had come to the same conclusion purely from the surroundings.

As they stood in the doorway a man rose from a chair near the fire and turned to greet them.

“Ladies and Hope, greetings, come warm yourselves by the fire. I have been expecting you. Rachel would you not be more comfortable in human form?” Asked the the man smiling and gesturing to the top of the table by the fire.

“Ask him who he is ” Rachel spoke telepathically to Lisa. “We are choosy who we dine with sir, who are you” Lisa replied, adding “how do you know the wolf’s name.”

“I am Ewan king of men , I was visited by an Elf named Calador, who told me to expect you and the child Hope. I am here to help you all I can.”

A thousand questions formed in Lisa’s head the foremost being where is Calador?

Before Lisa could speak Rachel grabbed a cloth from the table and deftly covered herself as she morphed in human shape. “How do we know we can trust you? ” She demanded of Ewan.

“Mathew was here he left you this letter, he had been at the rallying of four houses of the Vampires.” Ewan handed Rachel the letter. He continued “He was well and had seen Roman and Q at close quarters… He was hiding in the throng in plain sight and was as yet unseen.” He finished and waited for Rachel to reply.

Rachel thought, then she looked at Ewan, “When he came, where had he been and where is he now”

“He had been at the gathering on Silverman beach, twenty miles from here, after our meeting he left with the savage hoards of Vampires as they headed off to war. Which is where I and my men will be heading as soon as I hear from the Elf and Dwarf warlords.” Said Ewan sitting down again.

Lisa sat down and unwrapped Hope who reached out for Ewan who smiled and took her into his arms. Lisa smiled and said ” Rachel I believe this man is honourable. Hope accepts him. I believe we may too.”

Rachel’s eyes flashed yellow, “Maybe” she said as she made for the door, ” Silverman beach you say Ewan?”

“Yes, but they are months gone” he replied.

Rachel dropped her cloth and letter at the top of the stairs , she ran down them changing to a wolf as she did.

She swam the loche, and covered the twenty miles to Silverman beach. The smell of Vampires filled her nose and lungs fifteen miles before she arrived there. It sickened her but she ran on.

Arriving just before the dawn she ran up and down the beach looking for Mathew’s scent. Finally she found it.

Again she howled at the sky. “Mathew my love where are you.”

Many miles away Mathew looked up to the horizon and answered Rachel.

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

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This story grew from a Thursday Photo Challenge which is run by Sue Vincent of Daily Echo. Well I stopped writing this story about a year ago to think about expanding it. So far the stars or rather real life has been against me but today’s photo prompt has inspired me to pull up my socks and work on this story….. It may not be a novel but I do feel it is something.

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

Thursday photo prompt: Castle #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a silhouetted castle in the half-light, set in a lake surrounded by hills.

The Castle.

The road had been long and fraught with danger. Yet as she stood on the shore looking out to the castle she felt she had come home.

Night was falling and the light was faint enough for her to linger a while here by the lake. As she breathed in the cool evening air the sound of bagpipes carrying across the loch.

Looking back on all that had happened in the last three years leading up to the war. Rachel wondered was Mathew safe , had Calador reached the high council of the Elves, where were Corvo and his winged friends, there had been no news from them for days. With regret she also wondered had Fay found piece since her savage and beastly death.

A muffled sound to her side made her turn. Lisa smiled at her, “Hope is awake and hungry how far is it to that castle” Rachel replied with a smile then said, “it’s about a mile around the shore but I feel there may a quicker way.”

Rachel threw her head back and howled like the wolf that she was.

To Lisa’s surprise they witnessed a boat being launched and rowed towards them by a dark figure.

The boat was with them within minutes and the robed figure assisted the three of them aboard. Rachel had assumed her wolf form. As such she was sharper, faster and stronger. So she could protect Lisa and Hope better if there was any trickery afoot.

The boatman ferried them swiftly across the loch to the covered landing stage. After he had helped the witch and her child out of the boat and the wolf had joined them. He said ” They await you in the Great Hall.”

Telepathically Lisa and Rachel wondered what lay before them up stairs in the hall. They had been traveling for six months . They were tired and if truth be told unsure of what or who they were about to meet.

Cradling Hope closer to her Lisa followed the, Lupine, Rachel up the stone steps.

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To be continued.

If you wish to read Lisa’s and Rachel’s story up to this point you can find it here.

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This story grew from a Thursday Photo Challenge which is run by Sue Vincent of Daily Echo. Well I stopped writing this story about a year ago to think about expanding it. So far the stars or rather real life has been against me but today’s photo prompt has inspired me to pull up my socks and work on this story….. It may not be a novel but I do feel it is something.

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

Thursday photo prompt: Span #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a a view between two trees of a rapid river tumbling over stones beneath a bridge. The banks are lush and green, and the water if spanned by a simple arch of stone, all overgrown with a green carpet and shaded by trees.

Span

He stood on the bridge and enviously watch as the water rushed and scrambled away. He had long since given up all hope of escape.

What if , he thought to himself, what if he had never found this accursed glen. Not ridden to the centre of the bridge, not halted his horse to to speak to the beautiful maid.

She had had the most piercing blue eyes he had ever seen and blackest hair, raven coloured. Oh! Her lips ruby red demanding to be kissed. She had offered him a drink from a golden Challis which he had been compelled to take.

Immediately he drank from the draft he knew all was not well. He started to feel dizzy and she helped him down from his horse. Smiling and whispering what delights she had in-store for him.

He fell into a deep sleep and had strange and wonderful dreams where she made unending love to him. When he awoke she was gone, he could not clear his head nor could he move.

He tried to move but he was rooted to the ground and his horse had turned to stone. Struggle as he may he was stuck fast as he looked down he could see he was changed. He was a tree he fought to move, he tried to shout but nothing happened. His trusty steed was frozen in stone, thankfully still sleeping.

For years he tried in vain to seek help but no one passed his way or came to his aid. He ranted , he raved to himself he cursed the day he ever set eyes on the woman . He tried as often as he could to escape but all for nought. Hundreds of years passed but still he remained.

All thoughts of escape were pointless now, he had done what had done and that which was done could not be undone. He was was here, turned into a tree, and his horse a rock by his side.

From a distance it was not easy to see him but close up or through binoculars you could make out that this tree looked like a man trying to escape, next to a stone horse with a long black tail.

No one ever visited the glen these days it was too far off the beaten track. It become over grown . If you expand the photo below you might see the Knight and his trusty horse. I wonder if we all wish him and his horse free we could save them.

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Thursday photo prompt: Open #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the monochrome image shows an empty corridor with several doors opening in a line, one after the other.

Monochrome

The early morning light crept along the corridor of the sleeping house. Trying hard not cause any disturbance, unfortunately not trying hard enough. Missing it’s footing the light stubbed it’s toe on the doorframe. Letting out a loud screech that would have woken the dead had it not been for the loud crash of the dawn breaking over the horizon.

Tiny jumping dust motes and mites bounced up and down rejoicing in another day. The light carried on along the corridor and through the doors entering each room gingerly.

The dark was cleaning it’s teeth in the bathroom as the light crept across the threshold. They nodded politely to each other as dark clocked out and light clocked in.

Just another day light thought to itself as it limped on.

This little piece of silliness was written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Forgotten #writephoto

“Please

Don’t leave

Me standing.

Without you my

World would crumble.

It’s you makes me whole

Giving me life and soul.

If you leave me I will fall.

Together we are strong, united.

If you leave me I will be nought at all.”

So spoke the flowers to the old brick wall.

Who smiled and replied “without you I

Am nothing,without you I’d fall.

We need eachother to thrive”

So the fragile flowers

Through mutual care

Lived happily

With the old

Tired

Wall.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Choices #writephoto

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Small choices.

Not long he’d said, I did ask if he could be more specific. He was very nice about it but just couldn’t say. Months, weeks or days…he didn’t mention years.

I really don’t know why I am writing this down, there is no one to read it.

I don’t feel sad, how could I, the sea looks so beautiful with sun glinting on it. This beach is so peaceful, it’s warm and safe.

God, I am so tired, I need to sleep, I wonder if I will wake up again.

It’s funny I am not in any pain… I wonder if it will stay like that. No I am not afraid , well a little, maybe.

Oh! Hello dog, your beautiful are you on your own.

No it’s okay she’s no bother I love dogs. No I don’t live here …

Pardon, me, yes I would love a coffee, thank you.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Thursday photo prompt: Transition #writephoto

Step into the light

To learn to fly

Be a force of right

Don’t give in, just try.

If in shadows you cower

You will only see the half

Open your heart, let it flower

Seize life drink the whole draught.

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Sometimes it is easier to accept half measures than to strive to understand the whole. Not all make the transition to acceptance and knowledge. Yet we can all try to.

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This poem is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.#writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Wicker #writephoto

This Acrostic two part poem  is part of  Sue Vincent of  The Daily Echo’s  #writephoto.

Wicker

Witches three, they  called us little did they know

Insinuations made against us , lead us to be burned, slow.

Children we delivered , denounced an turned away

Kindling they all gathered to help  build the fire that day.

Each and everyone  who was witness we had healed through out  their lives.

Renounced  and  and  sold us out.

Women

We stand  here as reminders to what you have all done

OH! yes you are responsible for the future  that’s  to come

Mend your ways, but  the harm is done your reign is  almost run.

Endlessly you have  misused  Nature’s gifts

Now we join our hands in prayer  for you it’s more than you deserve.

#writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Rooted #writephoto

Roots

Spread like

Waking dreams

Softly flowing

Kaleidoscope greens

Each a wish or a scheme

Flowing from us like a stream

Our canopies brightly adorned

Loves celebrated, loves lost mourned

Secrets, dark and light, forces of god’s light.

You have no idea what I have seen

Winters white,golden light, Spring leaves green

You tie your colours to my boughs

Hoping I will heal your ills

You do not understand

Nature’s true power

Older than time

Reason, rhyme

Spread like

Roots.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo prompt Challenge. #writephoto.

#writephoto

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

This is my entry for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene, perfect monochrome.

As she approached she asked herself when did this place cease to be a home.

Times of banquets, times of joy

Times to be bold, times to be coy.

Fearsome battles and subdefuse

Choose your side wisely or you will lose.

Secrets hidden within these walls

Footstep echos of ghosts in the halls.

Children’s voices long since hushed

Love affairs and feuds all crushed.

The house grows old , she alone will remain.

Bound by fate to watch in pain.

Stormy skies matched the house. The scene monochrome.

When did this place cease to be a home.

#writephoto.

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