Different Life

The room spins about her and she is lost, so very lost. She has never been dizzy before in her life, at least, not physically. Now it is too common a thing and her husband assures her that it is normal for someone in her condition to have sudden cases of vertigo all over the place.

She has been confined to bed by the doctors that her husband hires to check up on her and she takes all the medicine that they prescribe, worry for her small blessing pushing her to trust in the better knowledge of such people. The fact that her child will be very different from other children does not lower her worry, it heightens it instead. Even with her natural healing abilities she worries that her fledgling will not live to see it’s birth.

What she is not aware of is that the ‘medicine’ that she is taking is not all healing. A great many of them are instead for something far more sinister. normally she would have been able to tell. Her senses were better than his, but they were also dulled after spending so much time away from the natural aromas of earth. The pregnancy of a hybrid child was also throwing her senses even further out of balance.

“I wonder where my life will go after this.” she whispered to herself as the lights in the castle, for it was a proper castle now, were slowly extinguished.

She watched out her window as soon the only lights were in the corners of the castle as the watchmen kept the grounds safe. She never interacted with the men in the castle, other than her husband and the doctors he hired. She didn’t interact with a lot of the women either.

Human life was far more different than she thought it would be when she had been plucked from her forest home.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-105.html

Rain of Leaves

She looked out the window and watched as the leaves rained down. It was autumn, late autumn at that, and what few leaves remained after the tempestuous fall of their brethren looked small and crumpled while clinging so tenaciously to their frail perches.

Another year had come and gone and she had finally stopped running. She had found a place where she could settle down and allow her daughter to grow. She still dared not contact any of her other offspring for fear that the communication would be picked up on and used to find either her, her children or both.

She could not allow that to happen, but as she watched her youngest play on the carpet in front of her, she knew that she would always take time to remember the others. To keep them in her mind and wonder if they would ever inherit from her what this child in front of her had not.

Not every mixed child of her race and humankind would take after the stronger genetics. Some only inherited the defects of both parents and would always struggle for anything.


Written for the weekly Trifecta challenge:

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-103.html

Trust Me

Come closer,

Reel them in,

Assure that there is nothing to fear.

Faith in my good nature,

Tell them what they want to hear.

She never saw it coming.

‘I am ever on your side.’ he would whisper in her ear.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge:

And now, the weekly prompt (http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/)

:  skill in planning, making, or executing :  dexterity

2 a :  an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill <the carpenter’s craft> <the craft of writing plays> <crafts such as pottery, carpentry, and sewing>

plural :  articles made by craftspeople <a store selling crafts> <a crafts fair>

:  skill in deceiving to gain an end <used craft and guile to close the deal>

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!

boo 

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

Former Guardian – Mary

That the block will lift. That I will be found by my vengeful brother. That I will lose what family I still have.

I miss those from the past, but fear them more.


Written for Trifecta’s Weekend challenge on fear (http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/).

Written about a character created over a decade ago that I’ve been trying to write about again.