Watching from the shore skies pinken as the sun prepares to rest his head and the moon picks up her nightly chore to light the world with subtle glow for dreaming souls can only find their way by moonlight
The forest reflected in still water green with growth lit by bright sun a tiny camouflaged water sprite looks for danger and finding none other sprites with their flowery hair pop up from beneath, look around the trill of a sparrow fills the air and the sprites all at once are everywhere
they pop up like water flowers diminutive beauties and their tiny beaus like feathers in the wind they dive and dance wherever they go here one moment and then gone again
Our Crimson Creative Challenge this week is the fabulous clock pictured. Wow! For some reason it puts me in mind of a different time, a different world.
The clock ticked on. Gwren was growing restless and it showed. Javvir smiled that infuriating smile teachers have. “The blade reaches it target at the right time, never early,” he reassured.
Gwren shot an irritated glance at his mentor, “you speak of her as if she were a weapon.”
“She is the Starblade,” came with a shrug.
Gwren snatched a dagger from one boot and flicked it at the rail where it promptly exploded into white fire sending humans and monsters alike scurrying. “I am a weapon,” he kicked out with a low sweep nearly knocking Javvir’s feet from beneath him. “She is the spark of desire that drives the blade. She is the magic of ice and fire, of wind and soil. She is a woman.”
Javvir shook his head, a smile quirking one lip “and you my friend are a besotted fool. There she is.”
word count 148 (Whew that took some editing!)
Til next time ~May your Mondays be short, but not too short ~JP
She saw the sign that forbade entry, but it was long disused and overgrown. At the far side of the meadow were trees that beckoned with the promise of shade, a welcome respite from the steaming undergrowth of the fens. She hopped the low fence and trudged slowly on. Until she heard the rustle of movement in the grass, she stopped and strained her ears to hear the high-pitched pop giggle. “Gaushi! Fens Fairies!” With their sharp little teeth they were quite a spiteful nuisance, so she did what any sensible water witch would do. She RAN!