Different Phoenix, Different Ending – Reflections Traces Prompt #12

Sometimes she wondered how different life would have been for her had she the power to chose her own outcome. She had loved a man so much, much more than he had ever deserved, though that was something that she had not known until later in their life together. They’d had children, so many children and she thought they’d been happy.

It was only later that she learned there was more to life, their life, that she had not known about.

Her kind were often thought of as a blessing or a curse, depending on who was talking.

To her husband, she had been a blessing both in children, long life and in personal power. Those who came to their home to speak with her husband were always awed by his wife, though it was unintentional on her part. It was just what and who she was.

In many tales, it is said that those of her kind will die and then become reborn from their own ashes, ready to rise once again in glorious fire.

For her, she would die upon an altar, her children and grandchildren and great grandchildren around her and her husband standing over her. In her death, her children, some of whom were very sick, would gain some of her life force and heal from it. She had chosen this. She was old and if her death could have a purpose, then she would be grateful, even if it interfered with the original sequence of her kind’s death.

Her rebirth would happen not right away, but scattered throughout the lifetimes of her descendants. What she hadn’t foreseen was the outcome of that supposed one-time sacrifice. Every death thereafter would further seal her fate to what had once been her family but was now nothing more than her slavers.


Original concept for this particular story is actually a little old. I have some scenes for this story written down somewhere in another collection of shorts. When I saw the Reflections Traces Prompt for this last week, I thought of this story. It has no connection to my other long-standing story in Phoenix ‘Verse.

Chaotic Space – Traces Prompt #11

Many times in my life, I’ve shared my basic space.
Yet always I have yearned for my very own place.
 
Rarely have I had a moment’s peace
Only madness anc chaos have I known.
Or would it be better to say
My life is not just my own.

I have a lot of siblings. A lot. I also now have a lot of nieces and nephews (their numbers finally are higher than the numbers of my siblings and I with the twins being born.) No matter what house (or apartment or duplex) I have lived in, there have been people who double up for bedrooms.

(Well, except for that short time (almost 18 months!) where there were only five of us left in my childhood home.)

For all the chaos in my life (and there has been a lot) I don’t know if I’d be able to survive long when nothing is happening and there’s nothing to do. I like being able to work, even if it’s only from home or at home. Though I do know how to spend most of a day with only a lot of people around during the evening. I’d like to think that I’m pretty adaptive, but I do have this thing with my head and neck. I don’t like people to touch them unless it’s okay with me. (History of head and neck injuries here so I’m a little paranoid.)

Either way, I did like writing a short little poem here and then rambling for a bit. This post was inspired by last Thursday’s Traces Prompt from Olianna.

Journey’s End, One Can Only Hope – Traces Prompt #10

Solaris looked out over her people. They were happy and thriving, the pains and losses of the war finally starting to be forgotten. It had been a long road for her to walk, for her to watch her people walk, but they were finally starting down a new part of the path.

She did not turn her head to her faithful Guardian who remained standing at her side, rigid, her eyes scanning the room for any threat, perceived or otherwise.

Solaris held in a sigh. Star still had a long way to go to find peace.

If she ever did.

Solaris would not give up hope that such a thing was possible for her oldest friend. If she gave up hope then it would be certain that Star would never find her own inner peace.

Star was annoying like that lately. If it was something that Solaris had given up on then Star would not fight quite so hard for it. It was like the woman had given up on anything that wasn’t already hoped for by someone she deemed worthy of making such decisions.

Unfortunately, Solaris was on top of the Decision Pedestal for the Guardian and the queen couldn’t think of anything that would remove her from this position.

Well, she’d just have to think of something to fix this problem.


Inspired (late, I know) by last week’s Traces Prompt from Olianna.

Little Dandelion – Traces Prompt #9, Light and Shade

He offered her a dandelion plant in a small pot. He was aware that she studied the language of flowers greatly and her eyes were slightly angry when they met his. He smiled and handed her a small envelope along with the pot before he hugged her, kissed her on the cheek and left for work.

It was her birthday and she loved plants. He always gave her something for her garden as they rarely had any in the house, small as it was.

She sat, the hated flower sitting next to her and opened the envelope. Inside was a simple card that said the following:

My darling wife,
 
I know that you will see this flower and think of its meaning, a dalliance, a trifling flirtation. That is not what I mean when I see this flower.
 
I think of you.
 
I think of your tenacity. Your inability to give up. You see something that needs to be fixed and even if it is not initially your problem, you try to fix it. You listen to people no matter who they are or where they come from. You care about them even if you will never meet them again.
 
To me, you are a little dandelion who sees a crack in the pavement where there is nothing but grey walls and parched dirt and think, “There! That is the perfect place for me to begin bringing a little cheer and color to this place.”  You will slowly send out seeds and spread the cheery yellow happiness of life whenever you are able to do so.
 
So do not look at this little flower that is often thought off as a weed or nothing more than a dalliance. Look at it and see how eager it is to spread a little life where there is only desolation.
 
All my love.
 

She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at the little potted plant.

She smiled.


This was written for two different prompts, but it is only because of both of them that I was able to write this story. Thank you for the Traces Prompt, Olianna and thank you for the Light and Shade Challenge, Lyssa and Thomas.

Like Lightning – Traces Prompt #8

Summer days and summer sighs
Underneath the dry, hot sun.
My gaze is drawn away
Melting underneath the sky.
Energy infuses my being
Right as you pass by.
 
Lightning flashes across the sky!
Oh! But I love a summer storm!
Voices fill the house with a blackout,
Even though we aren’t alone.

I haven’t ever had a summer romance, but I have always loved summer lightning storms even when they caused blackouts.

(Especially when they caused momentary blackouts where we got to use candles around the house because there weren’t enough flashlights.)

It’s actually storming really hard right now.

Written for this week’s Traces Prompt: http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/06/26/traces-prompt-8-summer-love/#like-10662

Don’t Look Away – Traces Prompt #6

There’s never enough time to say
Rarely have I met someone like you.
And keep in mind that I mean it this way,
Not to be confused.
So keep in mind I’m as lost as you.
Last time we talked this out for so long
And yet nothing came from it.
This is getting down to my last nerve!
I know that you can be reasonable!
Of course you’re not going to reason with me.
Now maybe people will see the side of you I’ve lived with all this time.

They’ll never believe you.

Please keep in mind I’ve said this
Enought times;
Now you say, “But I didn’t know!”
Don’t think that I’ve already forgotten!
I know that it can be hard, but
Never will I forget that you turned away.
Getting out of the consequences? I think not.

You didn’t want to open your eyes.


Written for last week’s Traces Prompt: http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/lost-in-translation-traces-prompt-6/

Sorry this is late! These last few weeks have been crazy.

Too Many To Add – Traces Prompt #5

Chivalry is dead you say? I’d like to disagree.
Help offered and given when taking groceries out to a car.
I‘ve had a life as a child doorstop only to grow up and see others take over.
Volume lowered when realizing it’s too loud for your neighbors without them even asking.
A lot can happen in a day, of that I’m sure, but seeing one who vowed vengeance turn and ask forgiveness doesn’t really seem absurd.
Lasting peace when there is energy abounding, children try their hardest to not overwhelm the sick.
Real life is hard, it was always supposed to be, but having someone to walk alongside you makes all the difference.
You say that chivalry is dead and yet I see it in the little things all around me.

Not everyone has learned to be kind in the same way, but everyone has that flicker within them to grow and become more than even they would ever imagine.


Written for this week’s Traces Prompt: http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/06/05/is-the-age-of-chivalry-still-here-traces-prompt-5/

There were too many examples that I could think of for this prompt so I went with my favorite method, the acrostic poem and named a few. There is just as much kindness in this world as there is cruelty, but there have been moments of chivalry even amongst those who seem to have none of the former and too much of the latter.