HEY FRANDS! *cheesy panicked smile*
Please don’t scold, I’ve been thinking about switching over to Blogger for a while now, just because they allow more freedom with free templates… No worries though, I will not be deleting this website, or the posts. You can either choose to leave me and forget all I ever said, or…
STALK ME AT MY NEW WEBSITE!
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Ivory moonlight melts through the window curtains. It licks my face, tasting all my freckles. I’m not tired tonight. I wonder why?
I normally feel this way- antsy and worried- when Candace comes to visit me with monthly provisions. I grunt. I’ve always dreaded the visits, even when they were my only chance to human interaction.
I sit up, hiding my face in the shadows. A sigh slips from my lips, braking the silence that shrouds the room. I twist the curls of my auburn tresses into a tight braid that runs the length of my back. Slipping from my warm covers, I let my legs fall off the bed and hit the cold stone floor. My feet begin trotting across my room, my eyes, the dewy color of young budding leaves, travel the walls and the ceiling. Oh no- there it is!
Right in the middle of my ceiling hangs the monsterous gargoyle. It’s stony eyes carving fear into my heart. Etched into it’s side was in intricate design of swirls and arrows. Black shiny stones embellish the edges of the figure. The teeth gnaw out at me, it’s sneer gripping me. It always appears right there when…
A cold hand lands upon my right shoulder. I didn’t care to find who it is. I already know who it is. A quick rush of anger courses up and down my spine. I look around my little room. The window. Yes, that would serve a worthy escape vent.
“Clancy.” The single word is spoken in an airy singsong voice. Behind me hovered the most egregious woman on the face of Brunuak.
“What?” I spat curtly. I wanted so badly to turn around and snap fire, but I knew the consequences. I bit down, keeping my rebellious tongue in check.
“Oh, you’re not mad at me, are you? I hope it’s not for long. I have an… errand for you.” she taps her long talon-like nails against the wall. A chuckle tickles the trepidation crawling up my spine.
I scoff, mockingly throwing my head back. “So, you have another job for your little imp? What is it this time? Kill another Brukuanian soldier? Rob a nearby shop of its goods?” I narrowed my pupils on the window, ignoring the glare she was settling on me. “No. I’m done with the blood. I’m done with the stealing. I hate this. I hate committing crimes. I can’t. I just… can’t. Not anymore.” I frown up at her, but from my perch, I’m looking right up her hairy hook nose. I cringe in disgust.
A smug smile tugs on the corners of her lips. Wild humor teases her pale-red irises. Then, withing a heartbeat, her smile vanishes and all hints of jocularity vacate her demeanor. “Remember our talk,” she whispers coldly into my ear. Deliberately, she stalks out of my room, leaving an ominous sensation in the air.
I shiver as the stone door seals shut, battling the tears that threaten my pride.
Again I am in the dark, alone.
Again the window gapes sadly at me.
Thanks for reading! This was just another thingamabob I did acouple years ago, left untouched from the original- as painful as it may be. 😉 I was planning to expand, but decided to leave it unfinished.
If you enjoyed it, please like and leave a comment, any feedback is more than welcome! Thanks!
Havilah loved the warmth of the room; it was such a contrast to the chilly gusts outside. Birth was sweet in so many ways.
She wiped away perspiration from her brow with her elbow, allowing herself of luxury of a breath. “Good job, Merri. Keep breathing…” she encouraged. Jumping up enthusiastically, she lowered herself near Marjorie’s stiffened body as her womb contracted.
“Ah!” Her mouth grew wide; her eyes were pinched together in pain, a very exaggerated wince. Havilah kept her tone low, but continued to soothe her with calming words. “Alright, alright, one more, then you can push, okay?” A bubble of giddiness couldn’t help but break a smile across Havilah’s face. She loved this part of labor.
Another chug of stifled energy exerted from Merri, and she pushed. A yelp slipped from her lips. Havilah stayed down, watching for the babe. She checked the momma, and noted her pink cheeks and flushed lips. Her black hair was roughly pulled back into a knot, but the front strays clung to the beads of sweat that glistened off her panicked face.
Almost as fast as Havilah could thrust her arms to catch the baby, black hair sprouted from the passage, followed by a swelling pink form. Her hands expertly caught the infant, stabilizing the neck under all the hair, and she looked down and smiled. A boy!
Before wiping off the little body, she attentively helped him get breaths of air. Handing him to his mother, Havilah broke her gaze from the babe’s handsome face, and watched with anticipation Merri’s expression. Arms reaching out, the young mother smiled at her child, grasping his pink body possessively. Havilah observed the smile that bejeweled Merri’s mouth, her face aglow with tears and sweat. “My son,” she whispered quietly. “I’m a mother of a beautiful baby boy!” More tears landed weakly on her cheek, joy twinkled sprightly in her eyes. She looked at Havilah and laughed. A gentle yet absolutely jubilant sound, like a trickling note plucked from a lute.
Havilah quickly got herself up to retrieve the father waiting outside the door. Before twisting the knob, she looked back at the mother and child. Merri’s expression was transfixed. Only one emotion swam within her eyes.
Wiping her hands on her apron, satisfied, Havilah continued out the door.
Thanks for reading! This is a little thingamabob I found in one of my old notebooks from a couple years ago. As I was typing it out, I was seeing plenty of things I’d like to change now, but still decided to post it as is. It’s a love/hate relationship between me and my old writings. ;P
I just couldn’t resist. These are the Q’s and A’s from the tag I wasn’t supposed to do from this post. I know, I know.
BUT YOU WEREN’T TAGGED FOR THIS, YOU TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING(or hobbit, either one goes)!!!
To be honest, I don’t think the blog police will be mad if I post this, even if I wasn’t tagged for these particular questions, do you?
Okay, then. We are at an agreement. Enjoy!!! Continue reading “Another Writer- erm, tag?”
Good morning everyone, I hope y’all are having a fantabulous start to your day.
I’ve been pressing the follow button on other blogs a lot lately. I love “meeting” new people– or, in my case, finding new bloggers that share similar interests. Last week I came across Abi’s blog, @HappilyAbi, and started exploring her corner of the internet. As I was scrolling through her previous posts, I stumbled upon a challenge… THE WISTERIA WRITER’S CHALLENGE.
Today I though it would be fun to share with you a story a wrote a while back. It’s rough(and I mean really rough), unfinished, but I thought it was interesting, and I hope you will too!
One night, in the bare hours of twilight, when the moon was shimmering in its lustrous ivory glow, a young mad huddled inside a cave– away from the turbulence of the storm just outside.
Jack’s green eyes twinkled from the blazing flares that licked around the fire pit and hissed as drops of water tasted its heat. He lifted his weather-worn hands to the flames and the warmth comforted his weary bones. Sluggishly taking up the remains of his food supply, he emptied the content into his mouth, satisfying the hunger that had gnawed obstinately at his belly for the last couple days.
Having finished the last of his meals for the next part of his journey, he leaned back on his bundle. He traced the opposite wall with his eyes, until he was looking right out the cave entrance. The rain fell heavily, but, apart from the haunting cry from the heavens, the weather was the same as always: wet and dreadfully gloomy. Just as he had always learned to live with.
Suddenly, breaking the silence he had quickly come accustomed to, a low moan sounded from the opening of the cave. He immediately jerked his head up, vigilant and disposed for a bout. He steadily watched for movement, but to no avail. A quiet overthrew the sound of beating rain and buzzing wind. Silence screamed in his ears and he could barely stand it.
He remained this way– still, silent, ever listening– for some time. Then, without warning, something appeared in the entrance of the cave. It stumbled in, dripping black water and taking no heed unto the other occupant of the cavern.
Jack watched in alarmed curiosity, although, truth be told he was amused. Observing the form as it hunched over, he could almost laugh at the fact that he was indeed looking at a human. A young man, he guessed. Compared to Jack’s well-built physique, he assumed a weaker vessel as he stood crouching. The man still seemed unaware of his presence.
At last, after several minutes of awkward silence, Jack took a breath and to the young man he said, “H-hello.” With all kindness he could muster from his tired body, he hoped he had spoken those words with nothing shy of harshness.
Jumping back, the youth, startled from the voice a few yards away, groped his side for his knife. His eyes were wide and his expression was afraid. Jack held up his hand imploringly, “I meant no offense to take you off your guard. I only didn’t want to further frighten you…” Then with an unmistakable chuckle, he said, “I guess that didn’t help a smidgen. What’s your name, son?”
After recovering himself from the scare, the stranger snorted and tilted his chin upward, looking at Jack with an expression of disgust. “You ask my name? The impertinence! I should be obliged if only you leave me alone… barbarian.” He added the last word with extra heat in his glare.
Shocked at the man’s frankness, Jack demanded, “I am in no case for a quarrel, man. Remove this lack of chivalry at once!”
“You speak to a proud man, a great man of riches and glory… I listen to no one. Especially not a lowly swine as yourself.”
Indeed his is proud, Jack thought. “Are you purposed to anger the guiltless in life? Your bitter tone is strikingly bold and is bound to bring you few comrades.” The anger in the pit of his belly swelled and he felt himself stand erect, ignoring his muscle’s protests.
“Hardly so,” the younger man replied. He looked Jack in the eye, fire reaching from his pupils and a strange red color seeping through his irises. “You are an insolent fool, one who’s folly will cost you much.”
“Are you issuing a threat as well, my fellow man? You are the one committing the folly, for a man calling one a barbarian for attempting engagement in civil conversation is pure futility! Where has chivalry journeyed so far to?”
“I should never know. Perhaps you can tell me, infectious swine.”
And that’s it! I know, it was a bad place to end, but that’s all I have written in my notebook. Wonder if I should continue writing it… anyways, I hope you liked it, if you have any thoughts please feel free to comment below! I love to hear your voices. 😉
Betwixt the willow’s gnarled bowers,
Amid the chiming birdsong,
She sat akin with the fairy-ring,
Her soul wrapping ’round her melody:
“Cry, my willow lover, dear,
Caress me with your gentle tears.
Along the stream, way-by the meadow,
Cry, my willow, dear.”
Moonlight slipped through the curtained windows and danced across the room to tease Lainey’s freckled face. Already past 11p.m., silence crept through the Gallagher household as sleep overtook each individual… well, almost everyone.
Lainey lay on her bed, still in her day clothes, staring up at the ceiling. Methodically, the horse-clock on her lamp-stand tick-tocked away into the night. She just lay there, still as a statue. From a distance, you would’ve taken her as a love-struck lass just daydreaming about her Mr. Handsome. However, up close, you would see the tears in her stormy-indigo eyes; the violent quiver of her chin; the paleness of her cheeks. Hair disheveled, clothes all wrinkled, face unwashed. And she just sat there, unable to move, unable to speak.
It was now a quarter till midnight. Gazing up at the whiteness of the ceiling, in her hand she held a note. Not a large paper, just the size of an index card, all folded into her palm. Stroking it with the tips of her fingers, she seemed to caress it like a mother touches her infant. Tick tock tick tock whispered the clock, like a sounding brass in contrast to the quiet of the little home. Lainey closed her eyes for the first time, her brows crinkling in a scowl, her lips flexing into a pout. Her grip tightened on the paper. Suddenly, as if pushed up from her pillow by unseen hands, she shot up to look directly across the room… at the picture on the dresser. The clock sang as the arrows pointed at the bolded 12a.m. horse figure.
Beneath the pale light of the moon, two faces smiled through the glass of the picture frame. As if beckoning Lainey, she rose from the bed to pick up the round wooden picture. Smiling, she looked from one face to the other. One beautiful, older woman with strawberry-blond curls, and the other a young beaming carrot-top girl. Mirth twinkled in both pairs of eyes as they stared up at Lainey, hauntping her. Setting the frame back on the dresser, fierce longing coursed through each fiber of her body. Her mother’s gleeful face staring at her from the dresser, she returned to perch on the bed.
Lainey would have given anything to reshape the last two months. So many days had already past, and still her heart ached with the freshness of the loss; the raw, open wounds of loosing the one person she held dearest to her soul. But having such thoughts wouldn’t bring her mother back. “If only it could…” she whispered, tears creeping their way back, unbidden. “If I could just see her once more, feel her hugs, hear her voice–” No other words were spoken, only broken sobs tearing through the veil of silence. Wrinkling the paper within her palm, she slammed her fist against the bed. But that didn’t change a thing.
Without hesitation, she laid back and stared at the ceiling once more. Burning tears dropped from the sides of her face into her hairline, but she didn’t move to wipe them. She just stared blankly, as her thoughts ran wild beneath the canopy of obscurity. Her mother… her lovely, caring mother… gone?
The word stuck in her head, bouncing off the walls of her mind, echoing over and over. Tick tock tick tock sang the horse figures. Her breathing began to steady with the constant beat.
Slowly, her eyelids shut. Like a passing storm, the anger she had felt moments ago fled her and she lost all awareness, stepping into the fantasy land of dreams.
Looking up, she saw her mother smiling at her just feet away. Lainey’s freckles seemed to laugh as they danced across her nose with her smile. Without a moment to spare, she ran into her mother’s open arms. Just like old times, they skipped hand-and-hand down the enchanted forest walkway.
There, beneath the star-filled ceiling of night, she was free of any gnawing pains. All tears gone, she danced arm and arm with her beautiful mother, unaware of reality, in-touch with the dream that would comfort her for years to come. She was smiling up at her mother’s strawberry-blonde crowned face, glee singing in her eyes.
Her mother was gone, but the dream? Well, it lasted forever.
I’ve had little bits of this write-up in the dusty documents on my laptop for a couple months now. Any feedback is welcome. 🙂
(This was in response to the Daily Post Prompt-