JusJoJan and SoCS – Movie Title theme

For Linda’s JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “movie title.” Take the title of the last movie you watched (just the title, not the premise of the movie), and base your post on that title. Have fun!

Last movie I watched, hmmm Spiderman Far From Home (dvd)

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Image by Norman Bosworth from Pixabay

Star was alone on the top of the rise. They had been traveling for days through the bleak sandstone of the Enchanted Wasteland. The first few days were spent wading through endless sand dunes. Star and her company had trudged the dunes, scarves tied so tightly around their faces they could barely breath. Even that did not prevented the constant shifting, blowing sand from working it’s way into their eyes, ears, mouths and lungs. The dunes had given way to rocky hardpack, the sun beat brutally against the skulls of Monster, Witch, Human and beasts alike. As she topped the rise, hoping to see some glimpse of green in this Goddess forsaken land, she saw … waves. Waves of colored sand, fossilized dunes of varied colors that stretched for as far as the eye could see. Continue reading “JusJoJan and SoCS – Movie Title theme”

JusJoJan 17 – Jade

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For Linda’s JusJoJan prompt “Jade” is brought to us by MB, Thanks!

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Immortality

Sharra carefully wiped each leaf of the jade plant until it’s waxy leaves shone in the sun. Carefully plucking a few, she placed them in her basket. Her withered hands moved with the effortless grace of a much younger woman as she gathered the remaining ingredients for her prosperity charm bags. No more wars, no more fires. She was just the simple village witch.

With a wave of her hand, the old village witch vanished and she was once again, Sharra Fire Fae, her strong wings unfurled, Dreamsong, grasped in her sword arm, blazing with magic fire. War loomed ahead and her heart sang with battle magic. But that was so long ago. With a sigh she returned to her older image. “Sometimes immortality’s a real pain in the arse,” she muttered as she returned to her jade plant.

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Who Wants to Live Forever – Queen — Freddie, ye left us too soon

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

JusJoJan – SoCS — A Gust of Wind

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “the first 3 words of the first full sentence.” Okay, follow me here. This is what I want you to do: 1. Grab the closest book to you when you sit down to write your post. 2. Open it to a random page. 3. Locate the first complete sentence on that page. 4. Use the first three words of that sentence to start your post, then take it from there–write whatever comes to mind. That’s it! Have fun!

Page 130 – Moontide – “A gust of wind caught it as she got her sword clear and threw it over his head.”

A Gust of Wind

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A gust of wind blew through Star’s hair. As always, her mind went blank even as her body reacted. She acted as she had been trained, dancing with effortless grace wielding a slender curved sword in one hand, dagger in the other. Continue reading “JusJoJan – SoCS — A Gust of Wind”

JusJoJan 10 – Dogs

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Our JusJoJan prompt today was selected by Di at pensitivity101. Thanks! Do pop over and visit her blog and follow her while you’re there you’ll not regret it. 😉

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 10th, 2020, is “dogs.” Use the word “dogs” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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Image by ucim-bizuli from Pixabay

“It’s just a dog.” Noemei’s voice held a combination of disregard and pity.

Navro squatted next to the animal and scratched it’s ears. “I’m not so sure,” he mused. “I feel something, more.” Navro looked into the animal’s eyes an odd color of bluish grey. Continue reading “JusJoJan 10 – Dogs”

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.

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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

Wordle Fun – Scandal

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for MLMM’s Wordle — ooohhh cool words, no Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia allowed!

1. Air
2. Beam
3. Retrieve
4. Left
5. Vicissitudes– noun successive, alternating, or changing phases or conditions, as of life or fortune; ups and downs
6. Benignity– noun a good deed or favor; an instance of kindness
7. Touch
8. Men
9. Morning
10. Life
11. Smart
12. Glass

Scandal

The sun’s beams reflected off the glass window, filling the morning air with radiant warmth. Smart as she was, Sharaon could think of no way to retrieve her standing in the community. The cruel twist of fate that touched her life began as a simple benignity toward another lonely soul. Caught by the paparazzi, their pictures were splashed all over the front page of every scandal sheet in the province. The vicissitudes of the media had run their course but left her standing and her work destroyed. Betrayed by the hypocritical men who thought themselves her betters.

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.

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Fly Like an Eagle – Steve Miller Band

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP