Exists Only in Tales

Human beings often think that they are the dominant species on earth. This is both true and not true at the same time.

Let me explain:

Humans are the dominant species on earth insomuch that they seem to control the majority of the known world. They have power over what will happen to the wildlife around them as they can have it reduced to nothing more than a lumber mill should they so desire, as long as they have enough connections or money among their own kind.

Or have an ax and the skill, will and time to do so for themselves.

“You should never trust a human, fledgling,” her brother admonished her once the hunting party was gone from the wood.”

“But they didn’t harm anyone but what they needed for food, haven’t you always told me that this is the way of the world?”

“There is the way of the world, and then there is a desire for power. Men have fallen for less.”

“There must be some out there who aren’t that bad, surely!”

Then there are the men who have no power, but have enough brains to find a way towards power that no one else can take from them. A power source that they can bind and make near limitless in the possibilities of use.

Being able siphon the energy and very life-force of a phoenix can make one almost immortal, whether the phoenix is willing or not.

“Fledgling, I hope that you never find the difference between these two kinds of men, for I am certain that the latter exists only in tales.”


Bridal Shower

Well, we’re in countdown people. The wedding will take place in exactly nine days.

That’s less than one and a half weeks.

She’s going to be married to someone she used to chase around with a stick, but he chased right back once he found a bigger stick. They’d go back and forth like that for a while.

Her best friend since 2nd grade threw the bridal shower. It was Halloween themed and was probably the coolest bridal shower I’ve ever attended. Keep in mind that the last bridal shower I attended I was something like 14 years old and still thought that they were boring. I think the best part of the shower was seeing how happy my sister was.

Life hasn’t always been kind to her, but I think it finally took a good long hard look at her and decided that she deserved better as long as she was willing to take the chance on him. It’s pretty much the same for him. They both took a risk on one another and I don’t think I’ve ever seen them happier.

I think that old saying is right.

You should marry someone who you love, but also someone who can become your best friend.

He Found Her

Sometimes things don’t go as you want. Sometimes things do go as you want.

And sometimes…things go even worse.

He wanted everything. His hunger was too great, he wanted all that existed, all that had existed and all that would exist. He would never be full, of that it was certain.

He had grand plans and ideas, but no power with which to start them. Everything he tried his hand at failed or if there was a return, it was too little to make much of a difference. He traveled the world as much as he could, trying to find something, anything, that would make a difference and give him the power he craved. He searched for magical items, for creatures and even for the gods themselves.

He didn’t find the gods, what he found was, instead, something far more great and yet so small.

He found a phoenix.

“You are alone here.”

She nodded slowly, not sure where he was going with this. She had never seen him before, had never seen anyone like him really.

“Are you a…a..human?” she asked hesitantly.

He smiled slowly, though he was careful not to show any teeth. “Yes, yes I am. Would you like to learn more about humans?”

She frowned, “No, my brother has always told me to say no.” she smiled impishly at him for a quicksilver moment, “But I have always wanted to tell him boo and do so anyway. I’ve heard so many different things about humans!”

He held out a hand to her, “Then let me show you.”

Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:

It’s our last Halloween-inspired prompt of 2013, and we can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us.  Please remember that we are looking for the third definition of our prompt word.  Please also note that we need the word exactly as it appears below.  No tense changes allowed.  Good luck!


1 (interjection)
used to express contempt or disapproval or to startle or frighten

2 (noun)
a sound that people make to show they do not like or approve of someone or something

3 (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly

Never Alone in the Night

The dark itself has never scared me. It has, instead, been a comfort to me as it envelopes me because it wraps around me like a velvet blanket of peace. The dark of the night is simply the sun taking a break, but still not leaving us completely alone. It’s light still comes to us via the sun’s long-time friend the moon and it’s siblings in the night sky the stars.

Even on a cloudy night or a night where there is no moon and too much light pollution to see the stars I know that they are there. Just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean I don’t believe that they are there, watching over me. It’s very much how I think of the Lord. Even when I can’t see Him, I know that He is there and watching over me to keep me safe so long as I heed whatever warnings HE is able to send me.

There are many ways He can do that, many are completely explainable through scientific means. To me, this doesn’t mean that I don’t see His hand in them. He already knows all about the natural laws that govern our world, why shouldn’t He use them when He needs to do something. The only thing about natural laws that change is our own understanding of them, not His. This brings me as much comfort as my knowledge of the stars in the sky at night.

It is never truly dark out unless we refuse to acknowledge the stars that glitter in our night sky.


This is a day late as I had problems with understanding what the prompt said yesterday. (Yesterday was very hectic and I missed a lot of things until I was falling asleep and so I just figured I’d handle it in the morning…where lots of other things happened to put me off my computer until now.)

This was for this week’s FreeWriteFriday prompt: http://kellieelmore.com/2013/10/25/fwf-free-write-friday-do-you-fear-the-night/

Somehow, this makes sense to me

Peace, according to A Student’s Dictionary, means 1)a period of harmony among nations when there is no war and 2) a calm ordered condition. It is believed that peace is a derivative of the Latin word pax meaning “freedom from civil disorder.” It is also used as a farewell in many countries of the world especially in death (rest in peace).

There are many definitions or beliefs about peace and what it means to the world as a whole as well as to an individual. I was going to write more about it in that context, but the more I sit and listen to the sounds in my own home, the more I realize that peace isn’t something that can really be studied. The idea of peace and the history behind its use throughout the world can be studied. It has been in the past, it is being done in the present and I have little doubt that it will continue to be done far into the future. Mankind is curious and we want to know things; I seriously doubt that will change on its own.

But I also believe that there are some things that can’t really be studied and can’t really be measured. That doesn’t mean I don’t believe that they exist, just that humankind just isn’t able to measure them.

It puts me in mind of Terry Pratchett’s The Hogfather. During the course of the book (though I’m more familiar with the movie adaption) they are trying to find out why a ‘mythical’ creature has gone missing and new ones are being created. What the plot in the movie or book isn’t what I’m thinking about, though. What I’m thinking about is a conversation between Death and Susan near the end of the movie/book:


“So we can believe the big ones?”


“They’re not the same at all!”


“Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what’s the point—”


I believe that peace is something that you have to find for yourself and create around you in order for it to be real. In the end, only you can really know if what you have found is peace for you. you can offer to share it with another, but even then, it is your peace and not their’s that is being spoken about. While they might be able to find rest in your peace for a time, until they are able to find and keep some of their own peace inside, it will ultimately leave them once they have left you.

Peace isn’t an absence of something, not for me. It is being filled with the knowledge that I’m not alone here on Earth. I have Someone with me at all times that loves me even when I screw up so badly, no one else will even look at me. It is knowing that there are others like me who feel the same way or at least close enough to know what I’m talking about.

It is being in a home with my family all around me, maybe some of them aren’t in the same room or even doing the same thing together, but they are there. They are my family and I love them and I know that they love me. We may not always like one another, but liking someone and loving them isn’t the same thing. I’d go into that, but we’re not talking about that at the moment, we’re talking about peace. Still, I needed to mention it because in my mind peace and love are intrinsically linked. You cannot have one without having the other.

I know peace and I know chaos. I know that you cannot have one without having experienced the other at some point in time. How would you recognize it if you hadn’t been able to experience its counterpart? A lot like knowing the difference between sunlight and moonlight.

On a lighter note, peace is also that feeling you have when a fussy baby FINALLY lays down for their nap. That nap doesn’t have to be overly long, just long enough for you to breath.



This was written for this week’s Dungeon prompt: http://theseekersdungeon.com/2013/10/24/dungeon-prompts-week-11-peace-just-a-word-what-does-it-mean-to-you/

Won’t Leave You Behind

There are many tales in the world about gods and goddesses, about creatures and heroes and, of course, about monsters. But what about the ordinary people? They, too, have many tales, perhaps more than all of the others put together, but amongst them are some of the most vicious of monsters.

After all, if you choose to act a certain way than it could be said to be far more true than something acting a certain because they were born to do so.

There are things in this world, monsters and creatures and beings that could be called gods. They are not true Gods as they are far from immortal and even if they are close enough to that you must be capable of Life Creation in order to be a True God. But that is not the focus of our story.

Our story is about what stands between those things that are believed to be myths. For though we consider these things to be nothing more than figments of our ancestors imaginations or their poor attempts at understanding the world around us. What we don’t realize, what we seem to forget is that they do exist. Maybe not in the way that the stories say, but you know what’s always bandied about by the press.

There’s a kernel of truth in every lie.

Between those ‘myths’ and the rest of the population are hunters. They come in every shape and size and they don’t always work together. They use different tools and have different reasons for why they do what they do, just like anyone else in law enforcement. The difference is whether or not they are actively working with said law enforcement or working vigilante style. But, again, this isn’t completely what our story is about. Our story is really about one instance in particular between hunters and those ‘creatures’ they fight.

This is where our story begins:

There once was a little girl who wasn’t quite a little girl. She was little, yes, and she was female, yes, but she wasn’t what you think of when you think of the words ‘little girl.’ She is, in fact, only half-human.

Her mother is a ‘creature’ that hunters fight and kill should they ever come across her. Her kind are not always dangerous to humankind, but when they are it’s like Mt. Vesuvius erupting all over again for the first time. There weren’t many of her left known to mankind. This didn’t matter too much as she isn’t a main character in this story. This story, as I said, is about a little girl, not the little girl’s mother.

At one point during the day, the little girl, who we shall call Molly, was taken from her backyard. Her mother had been in the house working on dinner and had heard Molly’s short scream, but both Molly and her abductor were gone before she could reach the backdoor. Molly’s mother didn’t scream and she didn’t cry. She moved as quickly towards the phone on the counter to call the police before stopping and letting it drop limply to her lap.

She wasn’t even certain the police would be able to help, but she took a breath and reached for the phone once again anyway.

We’ll leave Molly’s mother there, in her kitchen, with a phone in one hand and the other clutched tightly to the armrest of her chair, knuckles white.

Molly, on the other hand, was sitting quietly in a chair with her own hands pulled tightly behind her back. Her shoulders were strained, but not enough to be too debilitating. Her captors must know what would happen should she become overly frightened or angry. She was frightened, but not angry and without the extra oomph that the volatile emotion would give her, her half-blood status made her vulnerable and unable to tap into what birthright her mother’s kind had granted her.

“What are we going to do with a half-breed? They’re practically useless unless they really believe in what they’re fighting for. There’s no time to condition her to what we want either, she’s too old.”

“What do you mean she’s too old? Look at her! She can’t be more than six years old! There’s still plenty-”

“You are a fool if you think the age she looks like is her actual age.”

The voices moved away from her door and she was tired and hungry and thirsty and wanted her mother. Another voice spoke up from slightly behind her.

“Don’t worry kid, we’ll get out of this.”

Molly turned her head as far around as she could and saw a man tied up to a pole stuck int he concrete ground slightly behind and to her left. She didn’t know who he was, but it was clear that he had taken at least one beating recently. What little of her birthright she could access like this told her that he was trustworthy.

“How do you know, mister?” she asked, her voice shaky.

He tried to smile at her, but failed in looking cheerful even if his eyes were full of faith.

“I’ve got people who’re coming for me. We won’t leave you behind.”

She nodded in response but didn’t say anything as the two voices came back and entered the room.

“I should think that they won’t leave you behind,” one sneered, obviously having caught the end of their little talk. “I should think that they’d do to you what they’re planning to do to us once the ‘back-up’ actually arrives.”

“If they ever do arrive.”

The man behind her was silent, but the scent that wafted off of their captors told her all she needed to know.

“I wouldn’t mind.” she stated simply.

There was a beat of silence as those in the room blinked. She had startled them; the creatures that had captured her hadn’t thought that anyone of their ilk would ever welcome a hunter in their presence, never mind being fine with being killed by them. Her fellow captive had stilled; he hadn’t expected her to be anything other than human, but he, too, was slightly startled with her calm acceptance of death at such a young-seeming age.

For she was young, maybe not as young in human years as she looked, but for her kind she was still very young.

“Mother always told me to seek out a hunter if I needed to be safe.”

“They would not keep one like you safe.”

Molly smiled, “But they would make sure that the real monsters who would come after me would never fully get me. I would be safe in Death’s arms.”

“Monsters like us, you mean.” one spat, looking angry.

“No,” Molly smiled as serenely as she could, “Monsters like the human who sired me.”

“Not even a crossroads demon can bring back an extinguished phoenix, my child.” her mother whispered.

Written for this prompt: http://writingworksinprogress.wordpress.com/2013/10/21/all-hallows-eve-writing-challenge/

This was a great prompt! Thank you bluebutterfliesandme for inviting me to take part!

Here are links to other participants:

Brenda – http://friendlyfairytales.com/2013/10/21/halloween-scene-haiku/