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Friday, June 12, 2015

Mariloth's Last Journey (Part 2)






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        The men had to talk it over, but a decision was made; They'd rob her, if she didn't have anything to sell they'd just have to find a slaver. There were six of them in total but only two made themselves known, slowly creeping from the thin shafts of light between the trees. The odor the men propagated was the first hint, like day old baig dung baking in the sun all afternoon, the second was their dirty faces and their wide grins; they were up to no good.

         "Well look what we have here!" The shorter of the the two said.

         "Don't she know this place is dangerous?" The other one said from her left.

         "Hey little girl, ya know, we..." he said flicking his thumb back and forth between himself and his comrade, " can protect you, for a fee."

         "There are wollars and grenmites roaming these parts, jus' listen." he said, as one of the men in the trees made a high-pitched sound vibrato into a snarl.

         "Ooh scary, now come one, shows us what you got, me an Lont here won't hurt ya, not unless we have to. Lont hold her."

         The two men lurched forward just as she started to run for it, she wasn't quick enough and one of the men grabbed her arm. Her foot came down hard, Lont let go to grab his left foot. She forced her body left and then right, breaking Shorty's grip. The trees were right in front of her now, just within reach. Thud. Black. Nothing.



  She woke in the back of a wagon, surrounded by hay and dirt, her arms tightly tied behind her back, her head throbbing like it was an egg and a baby tharn was breaking free. She felt Baby shift, tears welling in her eyes. Two other people, a small girl and middle aged man, were bound the same way. Next to the cart were most of the bandits; two on either side, and behind. Shorty and Lont were steering the baig driven cart. Up ahead she could see a large wall made of wood that cradled a hefty door. The door had men standing guard with tall pikes in their hands. She could see archers on top of the wall, arrows notched and aimed at the cart.

         The cart approached the wall and one of the men stepped forward.

         "You got you're papers, eh? I don't want to hear no excuses this time, no papers no entry Giravus."

         "Well you'll get you're papers when I get my coin, way I see it you still owe me fourteen dejuin, cough it up and you'll get you're filthy papers."

         The men grab at each other and draw their fists back, a moment passes, and the men start to laugh.

         "Open that grubby door of yours, I've got a market to get to, found me a little something special." He said jutting his thumb behind his shoulder.

         The man from the gate came around back, climbed into the cart, and looked at the middle aged man shielding the little girl. He smirked. His eyes darted to her, he could tell she was pregnant, his smirk grew to a grin.

         "Can I have a quick go?" he said as his hand touched her shoulder.

         Giravus thrust his riding crop across the gate mans back. "There'll be none of that, I have places to be."

         "But she's already spoiled, look, it's..."

         "No! Now open that fucking gate."

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 Sorry this took so long to get up today. I hope you enjoy. I will make up for the brevity of this with the next installment of Mariloth's tale.

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Friday, June 5, 2015

Mariloth's Last Journey (Part One)


     Hello everyone, I would like to thank the great people over at Free Fiction Friday for letting me join their wonderful group of writers, and their kind words of welcome.

     I hope you enjoy this piece, it's part one of an ongoing short story; it's set in a wondrous and frightening place. Full of remarkable, mystifying, and strange things, both terrifying and soothing simultaneously.




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     Blood pounded in her ears as her heartbeat quickened with each pressing step. Terror and adrenaline coursed through her veins. She clutched her abdomen to protect her baby, her chest burning with every gulp of air.  Dried twigs snapped under foot as branches slapped at her, scratching her neck and arms. Each breath a struggle, every step more difficult than the last, she had only one concern: baby. The wind beat her with unfettered fury; she opposed it, driving against it with all of her energy. The autumn air bit and tore her flesh, and loose stones dug into the bottoms of her unprotected feet.

     Strained; faint, but she could hear them from behind, pressing in, hunting.

     She began to slip and reached out, slowing her pace. Fingers felt chapped bark and unguent sap; she grabbed a kelt tree. She paused to look over her shoulder, fearful. Departing, her eyes absorbed the splayed trail, it wasn't her imagination playing tricks. She began to run with a renewed sense of dread. She held back a sob and forced her feet to move, move, and move.

     Ahead of her a low cleft crabbed by trees, she headed there. Down between slender gaps she descended. Huddling near the base of an groa tree, her eyes full of tears, arms draped around her legs, rocking back and forth. This was the end.

     Peering around the trunk of the grao she saw her pursuers: creatures on all four legs, charging right at her. Their skin was scarred, blackened like burnt coal in a fire. Immense teeth protruded from the edges of their mouths. Above; Penetrating cerise eyes. The bones in the backs of these creatures protruded like volatile waves, many of the bones in their bodies jutted above the muscle and sinew to form terrible appendages. Mariloth found herself caught in their glare.

     As her hand sweat soaked into the bark of the tree, an alluring sensation ran up her finger tips, spreading throughout her hand and up her arm. A sense of calm flooded her, eliminating all the fear and worry. The warmth transubstantiated into a pulse gaining an intensity that threatened to envelope her. She looked down, her arm had taken on the hue of the bark. The energy surged through her body. She pressed against the tree and sank into it. Taking a fathomless breathe she felt a coldness fill her lungs, contrast against the warmth inside her. Slowly the cold receded and the sensation filled her completely, she plunged ahead. She saw nothing, but felt warmth, vibrant and smooth. Standing there in the darkness realizing she could feel the wind; its  breeze bonhomously stroking her skin and hair. Her legs no longer ached, and her feet so swollen and bruised were soothed from below; they'd joined with the roots in the irriguous earth. The cuts and scratches from rocks and thorns all seemed to fade away and there was no pain. The trees next to her blithely brushed her arms with their branches. She was smiling, tears of wonder and joy dampening her cheeks. She could feel her child moving inside her, and wondered if that was the way she felt to the grao, one life swelling and growing, living and thriving inside another. Did she feel like a child in the womb?

     She was brought abruptly to herself as something touched her tree, a claw was scraped against the root to her right. The creatures had caught up to her. Her scent lingered around the tree, but they didn't know which way she went from there; they couldn't find her. She waited, they searched the area around the cleft, looking for signs of her, tracking her. There was nothing to find. It appeared that she had just disappeared, her footprints ending at the tree. They walked around the area, inspecting the branches and leaves of nearby foliage, looking for snapped twigs, moved stones or disturbed debris. As they examined the ditch under the cleft they began to move about in a frenetic manner, confused by the disappearance of their prey. She couldn't help but smile at the way they murderously searched the area, and hoped the end of her chase was near.

     They came together and began to grunt and whimper. A large one stood in the center, its size shadowing the others, grunt; his harsh order bellowed, and they all scattered. She felt them move over the land, like drops of water falling onto her feet. She stayed in the tree, crying and thanking the tree. She had been running for so long, with terror as her enduring allegiant. Now she had security, and her weariness crushed her. She slipped into sleep, with the tree sheltering her and her unborn.

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Sunday, May 31, 2015

Vignette - Darcy


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     There was a bustling, a rustle, a sharp movement and then a scream. An earsplitting scream, the kind that sends a shiver running through your veins.

  Darcy shifted her eyes, scanning for the noise beyond all of the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Pushing her way through the mass of sweaty, smelly bodies; shifting her weight and occasionally elbowing someone in the gut or stepping on a foot as she rushed forward. Forcing each step as her heartbeat quickened, feeling each thump as a hammer against her insides.

The light of the sky retreated behind the jealous clouds, and echoed the feelings of dread which had already begun to rise up within her. The importance of time weighed down on her with increasing intensity.

Looking around catching glimpses of small packs separated from the larger group. Shifting through the open spaces between the out-liers; her feet began to match the speed of her racing heart. Then she heard it again, just as she reached an open expanse past the ignorant people, that terrible scream. Passing the red bricks of the desolate town, she jammed the soles of her feet down, down, down.

First the right, then the left in ever increasing rapid movements, passing alley-ways and store-fronts alike. The immovable concrete below her felt like an urging hand carrying her to the destination, which until only a moment ago, she didn't know existed. When finally, out of the corner of her eye she discovered the horror which matched that horrible noise.

"Ahhhhh, can you believe it? They chose me! I never thought it would happen, but I always hoped it would. Oh, Darcy, " Veronica said in false sympathy, "They picked me, I thought for sure it would have been you, you always were the favorite, I mean obviously I could never have hoped to live up to your example, but they picked me, couldn't you just die of shock?"

"Yes." was all Darcy could say before falling down, never to get up again.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Nine Moments Of A Soul


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1

We start in the middle
Of a ceremonious ring.
One not fought,
Thoughtful lies,
Bleeds me one and just the same.
On half my lines drawn, drunken heroes of heathens harpers.
And the other is a heroine dosed junkie, jamming a steel rod into the heart of the sinner.
They both kill me,
Kill me, the same.
Pledge to open up that wound, and profess
My courage,
Greed, and hate;
All the same.
Now point me in the direction of your pain,
I felt it coming before it began.
Like the hissing of rain before the storm,
And I remember it like the crackling inside my brain, as the thunder left
Opened, and flowing through the guilt ridden fence.
The partition of my life, gone to rest.
No longer will I fade, before my demise,
I'll shine.
Until it is my time
To rain down among you all.
Will free will; in gilded fist,
Screaming the injustice,
And the truth of spear torn chest.
Face me now!
Until, you have no way
Out of here.
To taste my flesh on bloodstained lips,
As you have killed me, and stole my breath.
But just as you drained me,
I am whole,
Here,
Inside the storm.
Without my skin,
No wall to guard me
But now; before it all
Came
Crumbling down,
The lightning flashed,
As your tears came down,
And as the blade came down.
I felt the look, in your eyes,
As I have died,
I will die,
And I don’t mind at all,
I don’t mind.
As a tear falls from your eyes,
As a blade falls between my ribs,
And I scream my injustice.
I know the truth,
I slip away, and
You are left here.
As I slip away,
I feel you
Still breathing,
Standing here, on soft blood covered ground.

2

There was so much he was willing to say,
So many words, in so many phrases,
And all of it empty, just plain.
Lies, he spewed forth to appease the weak of mind,
Fruit born of ashes, stained.
So tell us, now ,as you stand before their blade,
How you are so unafraid?
Well, we wish you good penance, for your meaningless sacrifice.
Unjust you say?
Well, so long as you didn't spit in their mouths,
And pour out their wine.
So who now should they jest, and torment?
Surely, not their own minds, with that sugar coated vomit.
As long as you’re the one who’s willing to state,
I’ll agree, in the shadows, of a dumb mans stale bravery,
And brevity!
For in the face of the crowd
There seems no choice, but to cheer him on, and end his selfless suffering!
So speak now, and let us know what to place
On cold dark stone.
What empty words have you chose for us, to carve in boulders?
Give us now the name of your tombstone,
Goodbye.

3

In the cold absence I acquiesce,
My will of fire, and all my regrets.
Beg not a beggar for shame, if only there were solitary words to place,
And appease the mind of some foolish; who believe,
That all of the storms are accompanied by rain.
But hear me now, and know my peace.
For there is very little, in this world,
Left for me.
I will share with you all
My little sacrament.
To the gilded halls of Valhalla, I will place,
Left alone as I battle, in the day,
And at night, as I feast upon my enemies flesh,
And fill those halls with my angered breath.
Carved in stone, with emeralds and sapphires,
And stationed like a sentry, to all who can see.
Written are those hallowed phrases;
My last wish,
And all of my engagements,
And if you can bear it no ill will,
I shall see you all; as day light fades,
And as the night wanes, but never changes.
Scarred, by the light of the moon,
And heed these deified pages.
For they were handed down,
From those in the heavens stationed,
And they read:

4

"Remember the tidings,
For I bid them farewell.
All, and everyone,
Who, in this world
Are doomed to fail.
Not in their endeavors,
With children, husband, or wife;
But, in the grand scheme.
As all share
A singular destiny,
And, that is in fact.
That what is coveted most
Is bound to wane.
What awaits all living souls
Is death,
In this cycle of life.
So fear not the time you are given
Rejoice in this verity
Above all creatures on this earth
There are none who are conscious of selflessness
And rebirth
Save one
That is to say that all who are aware
Sing in glorious praise
To life and all of its fame
That you are not alone
For in everything do you ration
In the earth you find soil and grain
In lakes and rivers there is water for your basin
And in the sky above air to breath
Within fire you find the most amazing being
A conscious thought
And awakened creature
Sparks of ingenuity and incongruous exceptional chattels
For in the loneliness of the darkest night
As each of you stare into the others eyes
See inside of yourself
And become aware of the guiding light
All were made equal
In all things do you marvel
And in all things will you share
For you are
Loved"

5

Don’t feel abated
Screen not your unconscious thoughts
Feel the warmth of life
And all of its faults
I wouldn’t ask a singular
Shallow man
To fully
Understand
But I will see that in this you soon will believe
That all of this is just rinky dink
Not chance
Not fate
Not even a coincidence
But faultless
As a child who breaths
I can’t say the truth is too hard to believe
But if in every one of those pills
You could find
A piece of hallowed
Sacred sacraments of time
In inconsistent fruitless maneuvers
You’ll see it was truly all your own doing
Every mistake
Even the smallest of bruising
All the pain in your life
And all your happiest moments
Inside you find hidden deep beneath the pallet
Buried beneath all of those superficial
Nuances
Every aspect of your being
Is all included in your own undoing

6

In the beginning
Of this cretins thing
His hallowed and unsanctimonious being
He wasn’t always this way
At one time innocence
It crept
Slowly as a snail
Lost in a forest of regrets
Pondering each new fallen leaf
Every stem and feather
And broken tree
Full of hopes and dreams
But lost inside of a cumbersome scene
He found that everything wasn’t always as it seemed
He tried he really did
But after each new freshly opened wound
He could bear it no more
As lemon juice was poured down
Deep into the veins
And the sting of it all was there was no one else to blame
He tried to forget
With his passions disinterest
But all he could do was begin
Digging his shovel deep into the earth
Next to the fallen trunks
In the forests canopy
Were the birds no longer fly
They don’t roost
And the trees are barren of leaves
His abandoned home
And his lost memories
He tried to forget his misery
But in the effort he lost his dreams
It saddened his heart
And he abused his mind
With substances whose use is a crime
When he found he couldn’t pass his regrets
He tried to replace the loneliness
In the darkness of his hours darkened days
He found his companion
A perfect soul that wouldn’t
Abate

7

She was cared for in her own congruous ways
But not before any peculiar means
Did she fight off
Or live without
Demons
Her own burdens did she bear
Through all her tousles and all she could place
It was never in her sight
But it was well situated in her
Fate
Through those moments were they joined
On a miraculous day
Did these souls unite
In a most mysterious way
It seemed it was too good to be true
And in fact that was what is was
But inside of doubt did it
Last

8

Through the anger and the pain
The deceit and the rage
No more would it last
As it all began to fade
Someone was dear and that was all it would be
Just a singular moment
Inside a billion of the first stars last
Dying rays
As they die their sparks unite
Inside a billion more will they soon
Ignite
But for the couple it wasn’t the same
There were more uncleanly feelings
Than beautiful moments could save
He pushed her away
And she rejected his love
In regrets did they say
The most hateful of terms
He killed the happiness
She long slaved to maintain
And she butchered the love
He so panged for and craved
But it was all in
Naught

9

In the end
Of this most copious being
Unceremonious cruel exchange of feelings
The lexicon was vulgar and the terms were harsh
But all was meant
And all was lost
They shared in the one truest time they could present
Savored the moments
And all the pain they could repay
Tear it free
And feel what you must
Know the power
Of my tongue
My lust
For hatred hungered and fed
On the last living memories
Of their love they
Shed
They argued the poignant points
They stuffed the wrongs of each others down their throats
Knowing solidarity would save
But it wasn’t meant to be
It would never satiated what their hearts did crave
The blood of the other
And they pain they would create
But he could bear it no more
It was all in shame
It took all he could brave
And as she found him dying
She held him and heard his last breath
In his own voice this is what he
Said
“I’m so sorry
I couldn’t have known
In this last undying eternal love
I didn’t know what I was doing
Guess it was all just a show
I didn’t want to hurt you
But that is all I know
I’ve never been exposed
To the love you had known
But thanks to you
I truly am aware
It just wasn’t in the cards
And for you with this burden to bear
I can’t forgive myself for the pain I’ve caused
And ruining your chances at adornment
So now I say my last farewell
As I turn and walk down this road
I am facing an angel so pure
But I’m a demon who’s never known love
Before or after your touch
Never forget what you meant to me
The truest and happiest of beings
In my own personal torment
I’m the one who’s created this cell
I was too shallow
To false
A thorn in the side
Of all I’ve known
And now its time I die
I wish it weren’t so
But it is
And for you this pain I couldn’t save
As I walk down this road
But I will be looking over your shoulder
I will watch as you blossom and grow
But it is my time
To find my grave
My love”