Tag Archives: Fantasy

With Love, Uranus

5894832_origI saw her rising out of chaos, her emerald green eyes fixed on me, her mountainous bosom bare and long cascading curls of earthy brown billowing, held down only by a wreath of lavender, like a crown on her regal head.  She smiled and I was smitten. But when with her lips, warm and welcoming she kissed me, I became hers completely.

We had children, many.  I couldn’t get enough of her.  Neither she of me, for a while.  She liked my eyes, she said.  She called them stars because they sparkled, especially in the dark.

It was our children that undid us in the end.  Some beautiful, some cunning, some terrible and all strong, I hid those that were deformed, cruel and depraved.  I didn’t want her to see.  I was protecting her, I thought.  But therein was my mistake.  She was their mother; she loved them all.  She found out and despaired.  In her agony, she turned leaves from jade to ruby, then fell from trees like rusty tears.   She turned her back on me after that even though I’m always here, waiting with my arms open, craving her embrace.

Gaia, love

Look up, subdue my endless yearning

Love me as before

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This week I write after almost a week and a half of posting absolutely nothing.  My work schedule was – is – crazy, but I did manage a to mix a little work and play when I sneaked to Stockholm for a business trip last week – and that is one charming city!

Last challenge I took up before this one was the Trifextra – What does Summer mean to Trifectans.  I did my post, but then forgot to link up! So if you want to see it at all, you can just click here; My Mediterranean Summer.

For this week, since it’s been so long, I have joined together two challenges: Trifecta with the word Rusty and Līgo Haibun where this week we celebrate nature and incorporate two pictures into our post.

It was difficult, but I thought I needed the challenge after such a long break from writing — I didn’t want to get rusty *ultra exaggerated wink and double nudge*

As for my post, all my research into the mythology behind the piece came from my favourite encyclopaedia but still I ignored most of the page (I hope Herodotus is not turning in his grave!)  As for you, I hope you like the piece.

A Biography of Sorts

It was as they say; a light at the end of a long tunnel, dark and lonely.  I walked towards the light.  I say ‘walked’ but, in truth, I can’t remember walking, or feeling my legs for that matter.  Let’s say ‘moved’.  I moved towards the light.  Not because I was drawn to it, particularly, like a moth towards a candle, I went to it because, in the blackness that surrounded me, there was simply nowhere else to go. Continue reading →

A Moonlit Dance

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Copyright – Janet Webb

Mrs Pry tsked to herself; that dress had been up there all week.  She had assumed at first that it must be some sort of Halloween decoration, but that apartment was still uninhabited.  Mrs Pry curled her lips and let the curtain fall, mumbling and grumbling to herself all the way to bed.

Mrs Pry was deep asleep when clouds parted and revealed the full circular moon.  And she was snoring loudly when the dress shifted, and floated up, making a bee-line across the city to where a pair of trousers and a shirt waited, ready for a dance.

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For Friday Fictioneers; I loved the picture this week, so enthralling, but I keep thinking I’ve seen it somewhere, maybe on TV.  Oh well! Hope you liked the story.

The Troll Invasions

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Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

We used to sit around the table, all five of us, every Sunday at lunch.  Until the trolls invaded and all my boys left; called up and conscripted.

I harvested the land with the women, and waited at the gate every sundown.  Those who returned were unrecognizable.  A guilty thought chafed at me; if this is what they came back as, did I want my boys to return?

But the choice was never mine.

Three of us sit at the table now in haunted silence, staring into the fires of the two lit lamps; a tribute to our dead.

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For this episode of Friday Fictioneers, I went with fantasy.  I hope you like it.