Crimson’s Creative Challenge 73 and NaPoWriMo 3

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For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 73 the beautiful prompt above
and NaPoWriMo day 3 where today we are to utilize rhyming tools

The Box

Deep in the forest covered in green
there rested a box barely seen
it perched atop a narrow ravine
looking down, calm and serene
watching, waiting in it’s quarantine
carpeted with vines all velveteen
Into that forest so crisp and clean
there came a fairy, fluttering
her wings sparkled iridescent sheen
“Hello” said the box “I’ve been waiting”

The Box — John Denver

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge 72 – Phoenix Fae

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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!”

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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

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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’s Creative Challenge – Dungeons

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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

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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

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

And for Crimsons creative challenge 64

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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

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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

Proper Milk – a Crimson Creative Challenge

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“PROPER MILK!” Betty gasped when she read the sign.

Wanderer was not so enthusiastic. She was as sick of the replicator goo that passed for “food” as the full humans, but she was leery. How could this one little farm in the middle of nowhere have escaped the invasion that had left the entire area barren? At her command the entire group stealthily made their way to the opening in the trees where she saw the farmhouse in ruins, corpses still where they had fallen. Wanderer sighed, another burial detail, but perhaps there would be something left in the barn.

word count 100

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge #57 – do pop over and give some of the outstanding contributions a read.

Skye Boat Song – Ella Roberts

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

A Strange Pet – Crimson’s Creative Challenge

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Cris over at Crimson’s Creative Challenge has provided us a fabulous image prompt and I seem to be on a bit of a raptor kick this week.

A Strange Pet

The guardian stood proud above the entrance to the sanctuary. It looked so real, every feather, talon and beak cast in perfection. Verdigris of age and winding ivy only serving to make the old monument more awe inspiring. Faelynn stood back gazing at the stone eagle ten times the size of a modern bird of prey. She began to wave her ironwood wand in an complex series of swoops and swirls while she chanted her counter spell.

With agonizing slowness color began to return to his feathers, as he stretched them out to their three meter span. Landing next to Faelynn, his head coming past her waist, he bowed gracefully.

Faelynn smiled, one dark spell undone. She turned to leave when the giant eagle nudged her with his enormous head.  “Oh great,” she thought “what am I going to do with a giant bird?” Faelynn smiled at the possibilities.

Word count 149

Fly Like an Eagle – Steve Miller Band

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP