Mothers Day

One day a year we pay extra special attention to the one who gave us birth, raised us and tried to steer us on the right path. She ignored all our selfish comments and wants, Gave us instead the things we needed most but didn’t want. Her love for us was not shiny or the newest trend on the block but our bellies were full and the stories helped put us to sleep all snug and warm in our bed at night. Our mistakes and disappointments she did not scold, her pride and joy in us since we did our best and that was all she asked for.  So on this day we give our mother a day of rest and acknowledgment of all the things she has done for us and thank her for not dropping us on our heads as babies.

Red roses for all the china I played Frisbee with and the lamps that met the floor. (They flew so well to)

Chocolates for sneaking out the window and joining my friends on a joy ride in my dads Roadrunner. (Honestly I think the dent was already there)

Dinner at a nice restaurant for all the mudtracks across the clean floor and leaving creepy crawly’s in the tub. (Everyone should have pets)

Doing all my chores without complaining for all the times you answered the door and found two cops escorting me home after curfew. (I really did lose my watch)

A Nice present wrapped with a bow for all the things you did for me. (even when I didn’t deserve it)

 

Thank you Mom and have a happy mothers day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#Friday Fictioneers – Once upon a nice day

#Friday Fictioneer – Once upon a nice day

 

rainbows

                           She sat in the field enjoying the warmth of the sun and sipping her tea as a gentle breeze teased her hair.  She loved coming to this place and being in its serene embrace. Her secret place, where she could hear her own thoughts and let the worries of everyday life wash away. There were few clouds in the sky and warm mist of  rain fell to the earth  and she could see a line of colors forming above her.  Her heart beat quickly and she froze in place  as the colors solidified and the Unicorn materialize upon it.

                     “Poor creature,” whispered the Unicorn. ” I did not mean to frighten her.”

# Friday Fictioneers – Prisoner

 

 

 

moon

 

A gentle breeze slid across my snout as I gaze upwards at the beautiful bright orb, I had once tried to reach it.  I stretch out my clawed hand to snatch it from the sky to fall short and tumble to the ground. My tattered wings are painfully bound and the heavy chains upon my limbs remind me that I am a prisoner here in this cursed land.  I scream in outrage, digging my massive claws into the cold dirt. My jailer pokes his fat head out the door and threatens me with his wand, growling I curl up on the ground and pretend that I do not notice his satisfaction  as he waddles back into his old cottage.  My heart aches as I watch the waning of the light fall to earth where I am bound.

Hidden

Don’t think I can’t see you there waiting in the darkness, Watching me with every move I make with those eyes. You skulk in the corner thinking I cannot see you there making your way across the floor. You are the creature of cunning and oh so much patience.  I spot you sneaking past me and scale up the wall to your silken residence in the corner. You wait above me contemplating my demise as you rub your spindly legs together. The many orbs glimmer with anticipation as I turn my back to you, unaware that I am fetching the broom I had acquired to thwart you.  Scurrying across the ceiling you try to outpace the many Bristol s of the weapon chosen to smite you. Defeated, you are swept out the door and locked out. You make your way to the corner of the door and await its opening your eyes gleaming.

Something

Light so bright it will bring a tear to your eye.

Trees so green you would think the crayon drew them in.

A master of few and a tradesman of many.

Circles in grass to taunt the minds of brilliance.

Oceans of  sand to weary clouds upon the horizon.

Shadows cling to the corners so subtle.

Windows claim to be openings to the soul.

Fight or flight is always a response.

The end is always near.

Whisper

I Heard whispering among the trees

Far beyond the glassy peaks a timid voice

Brushing past my ear the echoes of no return,

Aside the oceans shore I heard the whisper become a roar

In caves a high pitched scream the whisper escalating,

Brushing past my cheek as forlorn and forgotten

How many times this voice resounded and traveled through mountain passes.

It’s might voice echoing across the stars, or as a whisper flowing gently amongst blades of grass.

It’s parched song billowing with the grains of sand and entwining in the branches of pussy willows.

As a melancholy cry whispering in the weeping willows

to a strong and sturdy cry as it rampages across the mighty plains.

A soft and gentle voice to tiger lilies and buttercups

bringing gossip and songs from far off lands.

How often have we heard the gentle nudge of it’s breath or a full

blown torrid of it’s wrath.

The birds aloft in its ever presence dashing and swooping in the sky.

The precarious depths of the ocean can feel its reach, along the tides and the sun swept beaches it is forever calling.

Brushing it’s voice across the midnight sky and dances with the streams of moonlight.

Many times the whispering has breathed in my ear in passing,

has left a song as it dances along its path.

If ever we are to listen first look to the trees where the whispering begins its  journey.

Theif

Valania Looked around the rustic small inn, it was filled with patrons and abuzz with noise.  Seeing a

spot open by the fireplace she made her way through the tables.  Her Mouth watered as she caught the

aroma of Mutton stew being cooked in the kitchen.  Valania Sat by the warm fireplace its once red bricks

aged with age and constant use.  Lifting her hood back she scanned the room and spotted an elf sitting

at a table close to her. His black hair was tied back and he had bright green eyes which seemed to be

locked upon her. Blushing she looked away and spied the barmaid taking an order at a table by the

kitchen.

 

“ Nows my chance,”  thought Valenia.  “I’ll Have to be quick about it.”

 

Taking out her small lyre she strummed a few notes on its worn strings.

 

“I have a story to share.” She announced.

 

Some patrons glanced up and a few resumed eating. Valania smiled and continued.

 

“In a lush green valley that was vast and untouched by man lived a ….”

 

“This is BORING!” Yelled a  young elf cutting her off.

 

Valenia turned and glared at him. The elf smirked and resumed eating.

 

“I just started this tale!” Defended Velania, “How can it be boring?”

 

The elf looked up from his meal and smiled at her.

 

“It sounds like another one of those sickening, warm fuzzy stories.”

 

“I see his point.” Commented one of the other patrons.

 

“I can’t believe I am hearing this.” Valenia clenched her fists and stood up.

 

The elf nodded in agreement with the Patron and he grinned seemingly

 

encouraged by the elf. The man advanced toward Valania and she drew her sword.

 

“whoa!” the patron startled. “I don’t want a fight.”

 

“You just got yourself one mister.” threatened the elf.

 

“Hey what is this?” Asked the Innkeeper.

 

Valania Slipped behind the chubby innkeeper and set her blade against his throat.

 

“Now everyone will empty their valuables into the elf’s bag,” Ordered Valania. “ Or  you

 

will  be cleaning up the Innkeeper off the floor and anyone else who gets in the way.

 

“Please do as they say!” Begged the old Innkeeper.

 

The customers mumbled and started putting things in the bag.  Valania motioned to the elf and

 

They started for the door dragging the innkeeper with them.

 

She pushed the old man to the ground “Stay there!”  Valania commanded.

 

The patrons crouched down as the two ran out the door.

 

“Get on your horse.” Urged the elf

 

Valania took the reigns and mounted her steed and  quickly followed behind.

 

“Well Darian, you sure know how to ruin a good story.”

 

“come now Valania, you don’t think I really feel that way?”

 

“Sometimes I wonder.” She smirked.

 

“That was too easy.” Laughed Trey.

 

Darian smiled. “At least you get to stay with the horses.”

 

“Someone had to make sure of our getaway.” Trey grinned.

 

“Let’s get a good distance from the inn before they catch up with us.” Advised Valania.

 

“Good Idea.” Agreed Darian.

 

“Don’t worry,” said Trey. “I let go of all the horses so they can’t catch us now.”

 

“Let’s not be to overconfident.” Warned Valania.

 

“Such the serious one.” Winked Darian at his sister.

 

Valania scowled at him and galloped ahead. The sun was warm and a slight breeze played in

 

the trees. The road they traveled on was lightly used and the brush crowded the edges. The eerie sound

 

of silence surrounded them.

 

“We should slow down now that we have a good distance on us,” advised Valania. “As not to tire the

 

horses.”

 

“Agreed.” replied Darian.

 

The three slowed their horses to a walk and started taking in the area about them. The only sound

 

that could be heard was the horses’ hooves upon the hard ground.

 

“I still can’t get over how easy that was.” Said Valania a little worried. She tossed her golden

 

hair back out of her face.

 

“You’re just being Paranoid.” Teased Trey.

 

“Who knows they could have military at their ready.” Darian Taunted her.

 

“That is not funny.” Scowls Valania.

 

“Settle down, was just teasing sis.” Smiled Darian.

 

“I still….” Valania started.

 

“What was that noise?” Trey asked turning back to face his friends.

 

“What noise?” Asked Darian

 

“I didn’t hear anything.” Valania said scanning the brush and dense trees about her.

 

The sun was lower in the sky and the orange and purple hues in the horizon made the forest feel less

inviting. Quietly they sat still upon their horses listening, all that could be heard was the wind that gently

tossed the trees back and forth.

 

“I swear I heard something in the trees.” Said Trey

 

“Your just hearing things.” Said Darian. “We should get moving and find a place to camp before dark.”

 

“It is odd that there are no birds singing or anything.” Commented Valania.

 

“They heard us and are hiding.” Comforted Darian.

 

“If you say so.” Valania pulled her Woolen cloak closer to her and followed behind.

 

Trey Shrugged, “When are we going to eat?”

 

“Not for a while we need to find a safe spot to camp.” Answered Darian.

 

“That is way too long.” Groaned Trey.

 

Valania laughed and reached into her pack. “Here Trey.” Pulled out a grain biscuit and tossed it to him.

 

“Now no more complaining.” She teased.

 

“Thank you.” Trey muffled through a mouthful of the biscuit.

 

Whoosh!

 

Trey froze and looked about him. “What was that?” He asked. “And don’t tell me you didn’t

 

Hear that.”

 

“I don’t know.” Answered Darian as he dismounted his horse. He flipped the reigns over the Brown

 

mare’s head and started looking about.

 

“It sounded like a really big bird.” Valania whispered.

 

Darian looked up at his sister, “Birds don’t make that sound.”

 

“Are you sure?” Inquired Trey.

 

A loud Crashing noise was heard in the trees and the horses screamed and frantically tried to get away.

 

Valania was tossed to the ground and her horse fled.

 

Darian Rushed over to help her up. “You alright Sis?”

 

“Yeah I’m fine.” Brushing the dirt off. “The horses were scared off.”

 

“We’ll find them later.” Said Trey. “First we have to find what spooked them.”

 

“I’ll scout up ahead” Trey hurried off and disappeared around the corner of the road.

 

“Let’s look around here and see what scared the horses.” Charged Darian.

 

Nodding Valania initiated her search along the road. The brush and trees were dense and made

 

it difficult to see through them. She began to wonder if the creature responsible hadn’t already

 

scurried off into the darkness of the forest.

 

“Valania.” Whispered Darian. “Did you see that?”

 

“See what?” she asked.

 

“That red glow.”

 

“No I didn’t.”

 

“I’m going to check on Trey.” Motioned Darian, “You stay here.”

 

Valania nodded. “You be careful.”

 

Darian smiled and disappeared up the road. He could see Trey Standing still up ahead, drawing

 

his sword he crept up to him. Darian caught a glimpse of gold out of the corner of his eye.

 

Valania Watched for signs of her brother and friend. “They have been gone too long.”

 

A red glow lit above the treetops and her heart started racing then she gripped her sword by the hilt and

 

drew it from the worn scabbard.

 

“Better go find out what is happening.” She whispered to herself.

 

She took a deep breath and ventured up the road and rounded the corner to see Darian

 

standing up ahead.

 

“Darian!” She shouted.

 

No answer came. Valania walked a little closer to him.

 

“Darian?”

 

The silence was unnerving, her heart pounded against her chest as she approached him.

 

“Why is he covered in ash?? She thought to herself.

 

“Darian, what’s wrong?” She reached out to touch him. “Where is Trey?”

 

Grabbing his shoulder fear seized her as he fell apart the breeze caught him up and ash

 

swirled about her. Valania Backed up and her gaze moved upon a large golden eye fixed upon her.

 

Valania could feel her scream in her throat but no sound escaped. She felt hot tears

 

upon her cheek . The golden scales glittered in the setting sun and she could hear its lungs sucking in

air.

 

“Please.” she begged.

 

Valania felt the warmth for an instant. The wind whirled about her ashen statue as it crumbled

 

and was gently picked up into it.  Forever to dance in the wind.