Tuesday, April 18, 2017

When Love Meets, Write, Edit, Publish, blog hop.

Time once more for my favorite blog hop. Write, Edit, Publish, was founded by my friend, the awesome Aussie, Denise Covey. Joining her as moderator is Yolanda Renee, also awesome. To read other stories in this hop go here.

This challenged included a poem. Being inspired by the poem, I added two lines which have a * symbol before the quote. The poem is below my story.

For those who are new to my blog, I’ve been compared with Tolkien in writing style. A great honor since he is my favorite writer. If you haven’t yet purchased my epic fantasy you can do so. The title is, The Treasures of Carmelidrium. You will find it on my sidebar. Just 99 cents. At some point this year it will have a new book cover and the price will go up to $2.99.

When Love Meets

They fell together, distilled in time, transformed beyond love and hate. *Pleasure and Pain swear friendship leal and true.
            Grace lifted her arms above her head, her fingers met in an arch, heavenward. Tears, ran silent along her cheeks. On tiptoe she thrust upward, her faerie wings took flight. Beneath on the lily pad rested Storm, his wings tattered and grey. Their compassion strained beyond endurance, as *the vulture may be comrade to the dove.
            Grace called upon her healing powers. Twirling, her feathered skirt flew out, a kaleidoscope of colors. Magic shifted. Grace danced upon the air stream, casting her sparks overhead. The faerie dust floated downward, landing as soft whispers on Storm. He raised smoky gray eyes and met her crystal blue gaze.
            Anger rushed out of him. Striking the pond with flashes of thunder. Frogs leapt into the water, birds took flight, while Storm still stared skyward.
            Grace ignored his bad temper. She had empathy enough. Stored up. Measured strong. She held her love close. Gazing down, she saw her healing powers restore Storm’s ragged wings. Strong once more, his wings changed color to midnight blue. He launched himself from the lily pad and met her in flight.
She raised her voice in song.  “Born of God, my bitter foe. Take heed to measure your wild hostility. Peace with love will smooth your cares, until all is sweet, within your heart.”
Storm’s answer was heavy with his deep voice. “Grace. You who are named for all that is good fail to see evil. As bats beat their wings in rapid progression, the world will overtake you and whither your passion.” He flew close and plucked a tear, now turned into a crystal, from her cheek.
Grace smiled, fluttered close and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Would that you could embrace the sunlight.”
“Shadows obscure its rays.”
She flew in a circle around him. “After the rain, the darkness will vanish. It is then that the rainbow appears.”
“Then we must live in the colors, and vanish when they fade.” Storm’s face softened and his regard turned thoughtful.
“Let it be so.” Grace smiled.
“We will make our home in a bilious cloud.” Storm took up the dance with Grace. His wings dripped cobalt blue while Grace shed white ivory.
“Nay, a grass bungalow beneath the evergreen on top of yonder knoll.”
“Sunlight doesn’t reach below the sturdy branches of the pine.” Storm allowed Grace’s fingers to entwine his own. She laughed then and the sound was like a whispered song through the breeze.

Word Count: 430

There are two angels, messengers of light,
    Both born of God, who yet are bitterest foes.
    No human breast their dual presence knows.
As violently opposed as wrong and right,
When one draws near, the other takes swift flight,
    And when one enters, thence the other goes.
    Till mortal life in the immortal flows,
So must these two avoid each other's sight.
Despair and hope may meet within one heart,
The vulture may be comrade to the dove!
Pleasure and Pain swear friendship leal and true:
But till the grave unites them, still apart
Must dwell these angels known as Peace and Love,
For only Death can reconcile the two.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay and Mitchell, 1917

I hope you enjoyed the story. Tell me what you liked.


If you would like to read my other faerie stories, scroll down and select faerie from the list of post. P.S. Would you be interested in purchasing a collection of faerie stories? How many would you like to see included for your 99 cents? 


Denise Covey - Author said...

Hello Nancy. Thanks for your kind words. It's great to have WEP again, isn't it?
I really liked your story. I especially liked some of your shorter sentences: 'She had empathy enough. Stored up. Measured strong. She held her love close.' I don't know about Tolkein, this reminded me of Nora Roberts' writing style. Loved the faerie story and know there's a lot more to it.
A great entry for the WEP this month. I think the entries are all going to be so different because of the prompt.

Denise :-)

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Denise. I suppose I was referring to my epic fantasy, The Treasures of Carmelidrium when I mentioned Tolkien. I think I've only read a couple of Nora Roberts books. But I'm pleased tp be compared with any successful author.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Nancy - well done I could see Grace rising from her lily pad, then Storm all tattered and woe-begone ... yet Grace sent faerie dust ... and they lived happily ever after in a world of peace and love. Cheers Hilary

PS my post goes up tomorrow ...


Elephant's Child said...

Like Denise I liked some of your shorter sentences. 'She had empathy enough'. A precious gem which is in short supply away from fairy land...

N. R. Williams said...

I'll be sure to stop by Hillary.

Thank you Elephant Child.

Glad you both enjoyed my post.

Olga Godim said...

Fairies, wings, and magic - what a charming story. This is why I love fantasy.

dolorah said...

Nice, I loved all the opposites, and the compromises that came so easily. A lovely story Nancy.

Kalpanaa M said...

This story really lightened my heart and I felt Grace's deep belief in peace and goodness. Their conversation was well woven too and of course the triumph of hope and love over bad temper. Gorgeous.

Pat Garcia said...

I love the imagery in your story. For me, it was like diving into a world filled with me.
Excellent job.
Shalom aleichem,

Nilanjana Bose said...

That was delightful. I especially liked the way you seamlessly integrated the lines from the poem. Also liked Storm's anger rushing out - made tangible and striking the water in flashes of thunder, birds flying, frogs jumping, the whole uproar very visual - great imagery, not just this bit, but throughout. Always a pleasure to read about faeries and magic.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you Olga. I love fantasy for the same reason.

Thank you Donna. Nice to see you.

Hi Kal. I'm glad the story touched you.

Thank you Pat. We all have so many complex emotions.

Hi Nila. I thrilled that you came by and were delighted in my imagery.


Nas said...

I loved your story, it was amazing to read.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Nas

Yolanda Renée said...

So beautifully written! The love story well told via emotion and action. You're fantasy stories do come to life via your descriptive skill.

Thanks for being part of the WEP family! Your stories always amaze, entertain, and teach. I've learned a lot from you. Thank you!

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you so much, Yolanda. I'm humb;ed by your praise.

Arpan Ghosh said...

Beautiful use of contrasting imagery to show the opposing natures of the characters. And in the end it turns out maybe they're not so different after all. Lovely little story.

Sally said...

A lovely story and a great read.

Laura Clipson said...

I love this piece, it really puts across an image of magic. I could almost see it all happen in front of me.

N. R. Williams said...

Than you, Arpan, Sally and Laura.

Pat Hatt said...

Magical indeed. The two finding that common ground so peace and love can be found. Can't have one without the other many a time.

N. R. Williams said...

You're right about that, Pat. Thanks for coming by.

LD Masterson said...

Well done, Nancy. But then, I always expect that from your writing.

N. R. Williams said...

Blushing Linda, thanks.

D.G. Hudson said...

Enchanting. I enjoy reading stories with magic, faeries, and other magical creatures.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, D. G.

J Lenni Dorner said...

I especially loved the part about living the colors and vanishing when they fade.
Great work with this.

N. R. Williams said...

Thank you, Lenni