Crimson’s Creative Challenge 72 – Phoenix Fae

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 72

Pheonix Fae

The chains that bound her were heavy, even heavier than the anchor at the end. They intended to toss her off the quay and see if she would use magic to save herself. Because she had done what the village healers could not. What was she supposed to do let the plague wipe them out? Now they judged her a witch. Stupid humans! Fae gathered her magic, pulling the heat from the earth, the stones, the very air around her skin glowing intensely until she burst into flame and dissolved into ash.

The astonished guards stared at the ashes before hearing a voice that crackled with fire as she rose from the ash, resplendent in her flaming wings.

“You dare judge me a witch, I am Phoenix Fae, Fire Fairy. Now, RUN!”

digital art by comfreak on pixabay

word count 132

Fee Ra Huri — Omnia

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge -What lies beneath

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 70. I found this so sad and neglected, until I saw the light …

What Lies Beneath

Beneath the promises so broken,
the platitudes and lies unspoken
tear at the once caring heart
love was lost right from the start
rough and broken stone and brick
bleeding wounds that stay soul-sick

But somewhere deep down below
there lies an ancient light and glow
that tiny incandescent spark,
warms the soul and mends the heart
in the darkest corner of winter chill
love’s light shines all the brighter still

Winter Light — Linda Ronstadt (from the movie Secret Garden)

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson Creative Challenge – Napping Gnomes

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge 69 — Napping Gnomes

Knackered gnomes napped, neglectfully. Gnarly gnatcatchers, gnawed to nearly nothing, UNTIL

aliens kidnapped a napping gnome.

word count 16

The Laughing Gnome — David Bowie

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge – Dungeons

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge — Wow what a cool shot! Let’s see where this takes us.

Dungeons

The mosaic rock wall
holds a malevolent aire
in it’s ancient arches
a gay facade to mask
the untold horrors within

Like many a pretty face
with wicked eyes
that beckon come hither
and devilish smiles
conceal nefarious intent

Moonlight – a vampires dream – Stevie Nicks

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge – Eyes that See

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Eyes that See

Oh ancient statue
of carven stone
speak to me of wonders
you have always known

Marvels have you seen
ages that have passed
memories of what has been
and vision of what may be

Your spiral eyes
look far ahead
do you see a future
of promise or dread?

word count 50

Eyes that See in the Dark ~ Kenny Rogers

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson Creative Challenge and JusJoJan – Days of Chaos

For Linda’s prompt for JusJoJan January 31st, 2020, “chaos.” Our final prompt comes from Robbie Ann.

And for Crimsons creative challenge 64

The Days of Chaos

Sallie sat on a wall and watched. The streets were still, no bells rang from the old church, no children played in the courtyard. Quiet, deathly quiet. In the months since the invasion that’s all there had been, quiet. Sallie wondered how many had survived when Chaos came with their chitinous bodies, like monsters from some dime paperback. Their exoskeletons remained in some places, huge reminders of the days of Chaos and ruin. The combined forces of Earth had defeated them, or so the earthlings thought, but then came the virus, Chaos’ final answer. Sallie still didn’t know how many humans had survived but she had saved some and that would have to be enough. With a nod, Sallie disapparated into a wave of light, headed for her next destination.

Word count 130

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Fall of Knowledge a Crimson Creative Challenge

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Fall of Knowledge

“But the button fell off, I’ll have to replace it.” Mary whined.

“Why didn’t you just sew the button back on?” Grandma asked with exagerated patience.

Mary looked baffled.

“Child, we didn’t always have machines to do our chores. Once we did things for ourselves.” With that Grandmother pulled a triangular frame from her desk and began pointing out the ancient tools, telling the story of each, the fish-hook carved from bone, the stone adze, awls. All valuable tools made from gifts of the earth.

Mary smiled “but why work that hard when I can just have a replicator create another coat?”

Grandmother sighed as Mary darted out the door. How long she wondered before Mary’s generation would forget not only the old ways but even how to repair the machines they themselves had created.

word count 135

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP