Drop It Already

Sometimes the hardest thing to do in life is to accept something. You don’t want it to be like that that, you want it to be the way you said it would be. You don’t want to accept that you were wrong and that now you have to do something else.

“Just hand me back my quilt!”

“I don’t have it, if you didn’t want it down here, then you shouldn’t have tossed it down here in the first place!”

Getting kids to stop arguing is definitely one of them.

“It’s just one of those mornings, isn’t it?” you ask.

That is one of those instructions that are so much easier to write than to carry out. ‘Just pop the pill down the cat’s throat’ is another one.
The Housewife’s Handbook, 
Rachel Simhon

Written for the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-6th.html

And because the children will not stop arguing even if they’ve been told to drop it already.

Don’t Forget, Don’t Give Up

Come on, come on!
Look at the view!
I can’t believe it’s been here all along.
My but how high up we are!
Better get a snapshot or two or
I‘ll surely forget when I’ve gone away.
Never had I thought I would reach this point.
Giving up seemed like the way, but now I know I never will again.
“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.”
~Edmund Hillary

Solaris looked out over the wreckage before her and sorrowed within her heart. So many lives lost, so much destruction but if they were to defend their way of life and their ability to choose there was no other way to go about it. But, thankfully, this fight was over.

There would be a lot of work still ahead of them, but for now, they could rest.

“Is it done?”

Solaris turned and met the eyes of her Guardian.

“No, Star, it is far from done, but for now, we can rest.”

Star nodded, her eyes dark and her face pale. “I thought as much.”

She sounded dejected and Solaris frowned slightly and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“There is always light at the end-”

“But we’re not at the end, My Queen, we are far from it.”

Solaris tapped a finger against Star’s cheek and smiled,”There is still light even throughout this. I know that you miss her greatly, but are you not pleased that she has recovered?”

“You know I am, Highness.”

“And is not this battlefield already being cleaned away, the dead being buried and the wounded being healed.”

“Yes, Highness.”

“And have we not pushed Chaos, our Enemy back?”

Star nodded grudgingly, determined to be downtrodden in her misery.

“And are you and I not standing here together?”

Star sighed, feeling more put upon, but also feeling a smile tug at her lips. “I know what you are about, my Queen.”

“And you know that I shall keep going lest you give in and admit your defeat.”

Star chuckled at that, she knew that Solaris did not usually prefer more formal sounding speech and she always had the funniest look on her face when she did use it.

Solaris’s smile broadened in triumph at the sound, “There, you see? Plenty of light all around us.”


Written for this Monday challenge from Light and Shade: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/light-and-shade-challenge-monday-2nd.html

Disregard

Don’t ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up. -G. K. Chesterton

Mary knew why it was in place even if no one else did. Her ‘brother’ certainly didn’t know why it was there. He didn’t bother to ask when he put his plans into action to get her to remove it.

She’d like to think that he wouldn’t have done so if he’d known what consequences its destruction would bring.

“Neil, you won’t like what happens should you see this through.”

He’d sneered at her and ignored her wishes, as usual.

He wouldn’t be able to ignore the outcome, no matter how hardheaded he could be.


Written for yesterday’s Light and Shade Friday Challenge: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/light-and-shade-challenge-friday-30th.html

This also another piece of my Former Guardian timeline that I’ve been slowly working on, but haven’t posted for in recent posts.

Summer Ends

Summer had come and gone,
She realized she’d not see him again.
Their time together had been sweet
And she knew her memories would never be beat.
 
But now it was fall.
Time to move on,
Her mother said, 
Just don’t forget
That he existed.
 
So every summer beginning
And every summer ending,
She visits him at least once a week,
Clearing his headstone for a speak.
 
“I had so much fun!”
She’d say quite gaily,
“I thought of you during the while,
And I knew that you were thinking it too.”
 
She’d speak and speak and speak
And never have enough time to say
That she wished he was still here,
Sitting beside her today.
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image: http://magicinthebackyard.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/fwf2.jpg?w=610

Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday: http://kellieelmore.com/2014/05/09/fwf-free-write-friday-quote-prompt-5/

Quiet? I Think Not

Furies ain’t got nothin,’

All around me, sound invades.

Loud and raucous, this isn’t my day.

Lolly-gagging at the end of the line,

I‘m hoping to miss the inevitable gathering of the pack.

Now I must temporarily depart from my writing.

Getting the gathered children to quieten for only a moment, please?

Dinner anyone?

Silence is missed most dearly at this point.

Now I miss it, though it was a good companion this morning.

One glance out the window takes me back to this time last week

When the snow, gently falling, was the only sound I could hear.


Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday and partially because my house is a temporary madhouse, despite all our best efforts.

http://kellieelmore.com/2014/01/10/fwf-free-write-friday-quote-prompt-4/

“We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.” — Louise Erdrich, Tracks

Walking With Reason

One by one her children, those that she was able to save, were sent far far away from where she was. She would never be able to watch them grow, never see what they would make of themselves. But it was enough to know that they would be alive in order to do those things in the first place.

She did not speak to all of them, only a small number would ever hear her voice even if they did not remember it. Some would, though her exhausted whispers would only feature as strange mutterings in their dreams in a language that they would never be able to understand. Others would hear the words distinctly, but still be unable to understand what the words were saying. Some would try to remember and transcribe the few words down and then spend a lifetime trying to translate them. An even smaller amount would find anything that would come close to the correct words.

Many would never even think about it, they would just shrug their shoulder and move on with their lives. If they even acknowledged it in the first place.

Not all of her children were even aware that they were not the biological offspring of the people who raised them. This was true also for those who raised them. Some of the parents were aware that their children came from someone else, but others believed they were their naturally born children. They had given birth to them after all.

It was a tricky balance that she had to keep in order to save the children she was able to. She always at least thought the same words whenever they were sent away.

“My children, you are more than enough to make me keep trying for freedom.”


Written for the first prompt of Season 2 in the Dungeon Prompts.

If you’re going through hell, keep going.  –Winston Churchill

http://theseekersdungeon.com/2014/01/02/dungeon-prompts-season-2-week-1-motivation/#comment-5815

If Only, If Only

Sometimes she wondered if life would have been easier if she had never been found, if she had stayed in her little world that never went further than the edge of the trees and had absolutely nothing to do with humans.

Or anything with only one form.

Beings that had one form and were able to sweet talk you into leaving your own home behind were trouble, just like her brother had always said.

Nothing good will come from the humans, little sister. He would admonish her whenever she wanted to hear more about what little he knew about the strange creatures that would seldom come to their little corner of the world.

She wished she had listened as she moved slightly and the sound of chains was the only reply to the movement.


Written for this week’s FreeWriteFriday prompt. Also the latest part of my Phoenix ‘Verse.

http://kellieelmore.com/2013/12/27/fwf-free-write-friday-quote-prompt-3/