Photo-Fiction Challenge #3 – Travelor

Travelor He dreamed of enchanted trees that spanned from earth to sky, heard its call in his marrow. To the Holy City, Morfane, he’d come but its cathedrals’ hope for tomorrow couldn’t ensnare his heart. That organ belonged to Shayari’s green valleys. Her siren song pulled him from inn to road, where he belonged. On wards he trod to that place where all wrongs were righted. Where good men dwelt in green dreams. Past urban wonders his peasant eyes scarce noticed. For they had fixed on that seam ‘tween dreams and waking where the boundary scarce existed and one might pass unhindered the magic … Continue reading Photo-Fiction Challenge #3 – Travelor

Shayari – Where I Write – Writing 101 #6

This is my place to write (in my mind but not in physical reality) Shayari A rolling land, with mountains tall and mist shrouded, whose snow capped peaks launch eagles high, where old forests roam, intelligence-kissed by magic writ by a mage who was high, where Guardians ride, crystal swords flashing in the sun and villages perch in trees tangled up in magic and true knowing, where cities sprawl in valleys blasted free of trees by ancient weapons, now barren those crater-cities where nothing will grow despite rivers that flow through the warren to the inland freshwater sea that knows a secret hides … Continue reading Shayari – Where I Write – Writing 101 #6

One Word Photo Challenge – Summer

Squash Blossoms Squash blossoms bloom one day, then crumple, fade before morning next comes. He watched it sit amid squash vines, orphaned babe in lap, spade in hand, motionless as the vines. Sun lit its face giving it a feminine cast. The sword slung at his hip hummed with magic and he wondered what a plain man who’s passed his prime ought do with such a tragic crew. It saw him standing there, came to him, babe cradled in its arms, with squash blossoms in its hair, all of them spent, just like him, their life done, their pollen gone, a handsome bit of bright decay … Continue reading One Word Photo Challenge – Summer

Dive and Shift

Dive and Shift He leaps, falls, hits mirrored water, shifts– human skin flips to scales. Gills breathe water, exhale oxygen into blood; the shift continues, webs his fingers, toes. Water caresses his sleek new body as he swims. The current tugs him out to sea, its siren call he can’t resist. It carries him out into deep water where old wrecks fallen prey to storms litter the seafloor. Check out their remains, he does, until a shadow’s pass draws him out. The kraken’s come to play. Chitinous claws extend to uphold vows. Tentacles swing, stab, miss–he strikes to slay. He evades its limbs, slashes … Continue reading Dive and Shift

Writing 101 Assignment 5 – Legacy

“All that is gold does not glitter…” — JRR Tolkien Legacy (the Legend of the Curse Breaker) Not all gold glitters while some lies hidden. In caves deep and under waters sweet, bides that which can set all to right. Unbidden it rises from the depths to hand the guide knowledge true to right a wrong God still sees. Cursed since birth this child of a magic ban, to his hand draws kingmaker Legacy– the blade that shattered in the traitor’s hand. There it merges into a gleaming whole– Blade that regicide and fratricide broke– to heal a sundered land and … Continue reading Writing 101 Assignment 5 – Legacy

Flash Fiction Challenge – Zombies vs Healer

   The Necromancer vs the Healer The necromancer raised them row by row, ripped from death’s sleep, the zombies sprang from graves. An army shambles bent on overthrow, its mauve-robed leader can’t ever be saved. Drawn by death’s cold touch and stench of decay, a healer comes with life’s power in his veins. His touch turns zombies to dust, and waylays the necromancer’s plans. No innocents slain, no kingdom overthrown–Necromancer faces Healer, but life always prevails. One touch removes un-life, Necromancer falls, his mauve robes puddle, his bargains fail, for power he swapped salvation, enslaved himself to Death, but he can still be saved. ~ ~ ~ … Continue reading Flash Fiction Challenge – Zombies vs Healer

The Road Calls – Writing 101 Assignment 4

The Road Calls I watched the sylvan world fade away. Through my long watch, cities rose up and fell. Ancient magic no longer holds sway. Now comes the day to bid a fond farewell. My watch is done when this day ends in night. Weep not, my friend, the sun’s last glimmer leads me home. Over hill and dale, through passes tight, over ice-crowned mountains where my road leads. Back to lands that still dream, where magic dwells. The road is now calling, silver streams sing. My feet itch to dance my way in its swells. Say farewell. The road calls. Your blessing sing– I … Continue reading The Road Calls – Writing 101 Assignment 4

Poetry 101 Rehab: Father

Blocks Ran sat used Papa as a backrest while he stacked blocks woven from wild reeds. Magic rushed ’round under Papa’s skin; it beguiled the child listening to its rhythmic music. Magic beat with his heart and sometimes in counterpoint. Ran’s hair stood up; Papa’s arm draped across his lap securing him in place. Green sparks raced across his father’s arm, leapt over Ran’s head outlining a loose sphere that winked in and out of view. Ran pushed blocks at the peak-a-boo curtain of power there. The block stopped mid-air within the sphere locked. Ran laughed and pushed on Papa’s magic wall that had become a new … Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Father

One Word to Hold in the Gray Between – Writing 101 Assignment 3

The Gray Between There is a place between, a gray between life and death, a place where all crossroads lead. Darkness hangs there and shadows lay the scene. No light goes there unless kindled by need. Hope, love and faith ignite a soul with fire brightening the Gray Between. As you walk, the darkness stalks, it feeds on emotions. Hold your hope tight, its your torch, and don’t balk. Cling to your love. Sing hymns while in motion, Don’t pause or the Gray Between’ll suck you dry, leave a darkening husk trapped in the woods with no path to follow. Cold you will die, never … Continue reading One Word to Hold in the Gray Between – Writing 101 Assignment 3

The Sky Cries Rain Tears

The Sky Cries “Why’s the sky cry?” asked Ran who walked beside. His question aimed at his somber father. “It’s raining not crying,” said Sarn, who tried not to look back, not to decipher her last words, not to dwell on things now ended. His eyes followed the lake’s curve to her home. But she’d gone back to a life upended— without a freak with a magic syndrome. Ran pipped up suddenly, “I know why it cries.” Sarn regarded his son for the answer, “Because you don’t cry, so for you, it cries.” Ran squeezed his father’s hand, looking wiser than his scant years. “You can cry, it’s okay. ‘Cause when I’m … Continue reading The Sky Cries Rain Tears

Photo-fiction Challenge #6 – Upended

Upended Keysta leaned against the upended couch wondering what to do now that they’d gone. He had turned the house upside down, that grouch, but he’d not found her. Her bro went to pawn a trinket that wouldn’t fetch enough to pay the men off or make a dent in their debt. despair crushed her, ground her down, left no way to recoup or energy to try. Threats still echoed when her bro returned. Coins clink, his boots scrape to a stop at the scene, eyes scan for signs of his elder sis, then blink to take it all in. He moves fast and … Continue reading Photo-fiction Challenge #6 – Upended

Trick or Trick: A Daily Post Sonnet

Trick or Trick The simplicity of it convinced Sarn that Miren’s plan was sound. The trick appealed to his sense of justice and what a yarn it’d make if they could pull it off. Afield he searched for leaves of three. That poison ivy which Nolo had warned him never to touch. He gave his babysitters a lively chase. Dashing back to the barracks, prize clutched in gloved hands, he rushed to rub the leaves’ itch on the beds of his tormentors. Task done, Sarn ran back to the minders that he’d ditched to pretend he hadn’t left. That night begun with … Continue reading Trick or Trick: A Daily Post Sonnet

Lady in Red vs Fate’s Queen

Lady in Red In red she fled, lost her shoes on shifting sands. Towards the land of Phare, Fairest of lands, where Fate’s Queen, that dark beauty, is caring for her clan. In Mori Kana’s rust sand desert her palace lies ‘twixt life and dreams. A place Lady Red knows well. Into Fay’s hands she places her woes. Fate’s Queen now beams, at the challenge in her hands. She revels at the chance to teach a marauding beast some manners. Her children, most grown, rebel at her facing on her own such a beast. But in a blink she’s gone, in a trice, she’s made … Continue reading Lady in Red vs Fate’s Queen

Fright Night – A Daily Post Sonnet

Fright Night Dead hands claw at earth’s oppression, shove dirt from bodies rotted to bone, levered the remnants of their forgotten spirits up from yawning graves that death delivered. Far this cemetery’s blight, all’s cracked and broken in the world, ’cause balance is broken, life’s wheel is smashed, nature is backed in a corner, cowering at the crisis. ‘Till the Guardians ride, their swords raised high, their helms agleam in fading starlight, their armor bright in lines they stand, face the eye of death they do and vanquish its corpse there at the cemetery gates. To their graves the dead do flow, for the … Continue reading Fright Night – A Daily Post Sonnet

Storm Tamer – One Word Photo Challenge: Winter

Storm Tamer A snowy road he took cross bridge to isle in the sound. No crunch of snow heard he this deaf traveler, this storm tamer, not while wind-weaving, cloud reading, snowshoeing his way home. For Serensalia he’s bound. He writes ice messages that melt come spring. He’s snow dancing, weather tracking around the mount’n paths. Through gales he leads with daring traders heading north past storms in safety kept by magic shields that hold cold that kills at bay. He channels lightning with piety down paths inked on his skin, yes he’s got skills. He’s your best bet if north your travels tend. With him, you’ll  live to reach your journey’s end. ~ ~ … Continue reading Storm Tamer – One Word Photo Challenge: Winter