Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Sunday, October 6, 2019
Here is my submission for the Halloween Write, Edit, Publish bloghop. Our challenge was Horrible Harvest.
Write, Edit, Publish is a group of writers doing what they do best. Write. Started by Denise Covey and continued on by our host; Laura, Nilanjana and Olga.
This challenge made me think. What could I write? I wanted something original and finally came up with my story, which is indeed, horrible.
I am scheduled to have surgery this coming Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2019. I’ll try to get everyone’s post read, but I may not get them all done so please forgive me. To read these awesome writers and their idea of a horrible harvest go here.
Lilith dodged the arrow meant to pierce her arm. “Go back to your cave, you dung wasp.” Laughter followed the insult. She fled the faerie village, the few packages she needed in her arms. At her cave she set down the goods, material for her new dress, black lipstick and chocolates. She opened the confection popping one in her mouth, but the sweet did nothing to still the churning anger in her gut. She ran her fingers over her blue-black hair, cropped short to her scalp by the town’s barber. A sign that she no longer belonged. An outcast.
She’d made up her mind and now was the time to act. She flew to the back of the cave, to the portal hidden from sight. She stepped on the round polished rock and tapped it three times with her wand. A gust of wind shot her straight up and then out, hovering in the light of a full moon. Tiny black pearls dripped from her black gossamer wings, falling from her and hitting the ground sparking into fire. Their burn was short lived, hissing and turning into ash.
The half-moon crystal embedded to the side of her left eye glowed with her intent. She paused in the sky, listening. Her faerie ears keen for any noise, but especially for an infant’s cry. As soon as she heard the wails, she flew past a dozen houses and peered through a bedroom window. The human mother lifted her child and took it to a rocker. In due time, the mother put her child in its crib and went back to bed. Lilith used her wand to make a small hole in the screen over the window the size of a penny. She squeezed through.
She flew closer to the sleeping child. Extracting her wand, she drew tears from the child’s eyes. Each drop lifted one at a time as she capsuled the precious gifts in her pearls. As they entered, they turned the gem from black to white, subduing each so it no longer burned.
Home once more, Lilith prepared her cauldron in the back room. She added water from the dead pool inside the cave, the capsuled tears, thistle and thorn. As she stirred, she sang.
“Never a tear no more, never hope or life.
May death kiss your lips and swallow your spark.”
When finished the white pearls had a green slime that oozed from its sides. She took them to her forest shelter and buried them in a pit.
Autumn brought wind to the faerie lands. Lilith waited for the full moon before venturing out. Far away she could see the lights from the Halloween faerie dance. She never attended, that is, except tonight… she would have her revenge, for all the hurts caused her. For every insult slung at her. For being ostracized.
The half-moon crystal against her left temple glowed.
At the pit she used her wand to cause the earth to separate revealing her pearlized tears. They had turned grey. She lifted one, smelling it and testing it for consistency. It was like soft gel. Perfect.
Bundling the lot into her leather pouch, Lilith flew toward the faerie dance. She hid at first, watching the dancers and hearing their gaiety which grated on her nerves. Her thin, black painted lips sneered as she crept toward the punch bowl and opened her pouch. The pearls fell out and plopped in the drink. She glanced about to be sure no one saw her and the, Lilith stirred the punch and the pearls dissolved releasing their poison.
“What are you doing here?” An old fae asked her.
“Getting a drink.” Lilith poured punch in a glass.
“Be gone with you, little wasp.”
She obliged him, flying back to the willow where she hid. Faeries ignored time. It meant nothing to a people that didn’t die. But for Lilith this night, time had become an irritation. No one came to drink her punch. No one knew their lives would be used up. She found a way to end it all.
“Hurry…” she breathed the word. “Hurry to your end.”
At long last the faerie ended their dance. They would eat now. They would drink. Each fluttered to the table. Gathering the food on leaf plates and cups made of hollowed wood.
All sat at the table. Laughter shredded the little patience Lilith still had. When each one had drunk, she made her move, flying into the center. Her kin stopped to gaze at her.
“Now you pay for every taught you sent my way. Now you die by my hand.” Lilith twirled and used her wand to send a shower of thorns over the heads of the faerie gathered.
A great wail that mimicked a human babies cry erupted from those gathered. Food spilled. The faerie flew from their chairs only to stumble and fall like clumsy fools. They grabbed their throats. Their limbs twisted. Then, one by one they fell, littering the ground with their bodies.
Lilith grinned at the sight. Not even one remained alive. She danced above the fallen fae. Her laughter was like a crazed lunatic. No one would ever insult her again.
Several years later in the human world, a little boy murdered the family cat.
Word Count: 820
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Sunday, July 14, 2019
The final chapter of Primrose is below. Enjoy.
The Faerie Council
Anvil waited for the members of the faerie council to sit. Both male and female had their own favorite mushroom and Anvil stood in the center of the circle.
“You have called a meeting, Anvil?” Noble Soil asked. He was one of the oldest faeries and had passed along the care of the earth to his son.
“I have. Primrose is missing and I fear for her safety.”
A chittering noise that resembled crickets arose from the faeries outside the circle.
Noble Soil lifted a hand and silence settled among them. “How do you know this?”
“I have been to her house every day for five days and there is no answer.”
“Perhaps you went when she was gone.” Lady Wisp O’ Willow fluttered her golden wings.
“I went at different times. I fear for Primrose. Her flowers are wilting.”
“Wilting…wilting.” The crowd whispered again and again. “Wilting.”
“That is serious,” Noble Soil said. “Where could she have gone?”
Anvil peered at the grass. What would happen? He’d done everything he could think of to find her. But, all to no avail.
“She often flew to the human world.” He omitted that she stole jewelry boxes and the precious jewelry too from the humans.
A loud gasp followed his disclosure.
“I warned her many times not to do that and now---."
“This is alarming!” Lady Wisp O’ Willow interrupted and flew straight up from her mushroom along with most of the council.
Noble Soil hovered above his cushioned seat. “She breaks the law. How often does she go?”
Anvil waited while the crowd repeated his word. Noble Soil held up a hand. Wisp O’ Willow along with the other members of council sat once more.
“This is a serious crime.” Noble Soil settled back down on his mushroom. His dirt skin flaked away from his face.
“I ask that we send a search and rescue team.” Anvil held his breath. Such a crime as Primrose had committed could lead to banishment. If the council voted to exile her, there would be no rescue and Anvil would lose the faerie he loved.
“You are a member of the steel crafters.” Noble Soil didn’t really ask, it was more of a pronouncement.
“Bring the other members at once.”
For faeries, time was eternal. Anvil had never troubled counting the minutes until today. Now, it seemed as if he would die from it. Even though he knew that to be impossible.
Click, click, at last they arrived, and the scent of their labor caused the enhancement team in the crowd to fly over all of them in the circle and sprinkle the essence of magnolias on each member of the union. The moon began to glow, and the faerie council brought forth their fireflies. Soon, the creatures were lighting up the circle.
Noble Soil brought the steel faeries up to speed on their discussion. “I will select two of you to go with Anvil to the human world, find Primrose and bring her back.”
* * *
Wisp O’ Willow handed Anvil her crystal charm. “This is a magic tracker. You will be able to find Primrose with it.”
“Thank you, my Lady.” Anvil put the chain around his neck and held the charm at its end in his hand. Then he flew with his chosen companions toward the faerie portal. Once at the gateway, the three of them stood on the flat rock and Anvil lifted the crystal once more.
“One so sweet it will make you weep. Find Primrose, who last traveled here.”
The rock beneath their feet began to rotate. Air swirled, lifting Anvils black hair, and tossing it in his face. Poof! The three faeries found themselves hovering over a vast lake. Each lifted their wands and tapped to bring light in the darkness. Just in time, Anvil saw the fish and the three jumped up high as the creature leapt from the water to eat them. Is this what happened to Primrose? His fear was lifted when the crystal charm began to hum and spilled a beam of light toward shore and a covered bird cage. Anvil charged forward, his wings flapping madly with his companions close behind.
They almost ran into the human child who sat on the beach. Changing course, they hid behind a nearby tree.
“Make the fish jump out of the water,” the child said.
Surprised, Anvil thought the little girl had seen them until she took the cover off of the cage and put it down next to her. Within, Primrose folded her arms and sat cross legged, shaking her head “no.”
“Come on,” the girl pleaded. “Make the fish jump.”
An idea hit Anvil like a buzzing fly. He soared high and out from the tree, he flicked his wand and thirty fish flew out of the lake and hit the girl. She jumped up screeching and ran away into the forest, leaving the cage behind. One fish got tangled in her hair and flapped as she left.
He dashed forward along with his friends and used their magic to part the bars of the cage, away from the iron latch.
Primrose ran from the enclosure. “Anvil.”
“I am here, come. We must return immediately.”
“My wing is torn.”
Her wing? Anvil caught her and examined the tear. Lifting her, he flew toward the center of the lake where they had arrived.
* * *
Anvil stood beside Primrose in the center of the mushroom council.
“Primrose,” Noble Soil said. “What have you to say for yourself?”
“I was enticed to visit the human world. I thought I was clever enough to be safe.”
“You were wrong!” Noble Soil lifted from his mushroom while the faeries gathered repeated the word, ‘wrong.’
“Your wings will be clipped. You must return to your hut and no faerie may see you except for one.”
Wisp O’ Willow flew toward Primrose and Anvil then. “Anvil rescued you, he has asked to marry you. What say you Primrose? Remain an outcast or marry Anvil and be welcomed home.”
Primrose turned to Anvil, studying his chiseled face. He had done so much for her. She hadn’t realized that she loved him until now. “I will marry Anvil.”
He smiled, lifted her and together they twirled in their own faerie bubbles of giddy joy.
Word Count: 1062
This is the end of the tale of Primrose. If you missed any of the four stories, they can be found at the top in the page titled, ‘Faerie Tales.’
I hope you enjoyed their story. If you would like to let me know, you can leave a comment below. Thank you for coming by, Nancy