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
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
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
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!” 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
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
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge. I admit I did not research what a bronze age henge was. I saw a tree, three circles, and …. magic. Olde magic. So here we go.
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
The Lady’s Tree
Come my children
come with me
to dance around
the lady’s tree
dance ye lovelies
my maidens young
your feet be bared
and hair undone
come ye mothers
with face still fair
dance with joy and
flowers in your hair
Come ye crones
dance once more
with grace and wisdom
unknown before
Come and dance
maiden, mother and crone
welcome the magic
sing the olde song
Word count 69
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
