Picture It & Write

Tonight? The hours belonged to the dead.

There were rumours that she had a troubled hand. Whisking through the old ways; dark magic. Some said that she met and plotted with the fairies and goblins, deep in the forest where it became too dark to tell when sunlight poured in. Others believed that she sold her soul. No one ever knew for sure just how she knew to do the things that she could. Not even Tomas, but he loved her dearly anyway. And she- him. Until the day he died, hanged for a crime he did not commit. That day, she went a little mad. Her heartbroken cries echoed through the town for a full day. As most of the town crowded Sir Lynden’s family estate, I remembered hours earlier when she had stood in the middle of the square, chaos and destruction running through her veins.

“You’ll pay.” She sneered. “Every last one.”

No one had believed her. Even now, no one knew what to make of this. That this night, the dead walked the streets. Some had given in, not caring of the unnaturalness of it. Simply wanting the second chance that seemed to be granted. This was not such. We’ve lost some. More. It was not love, or making up for lost time that urged the deceased on. It was a like madness to her own. A sudden power. She had brought the dead back to life and they wanted revenge. For what, I can’t be sure.

Hurriedly, all the doors and windows were boarded up. Mama tried to talk Papa out of gathering a small army. Some, people I’ve known since my four years searched the house for as many weapons as they could find. Others prayed. I watched her, before the last of the windows was closed off. She glided through the street, past terrible unspeakables as if none of it could ever touch her. None of it would soil her dress. The screams of terror as the city burned, flowing with fresh streams of blood. They would never deter her. I held my breath as she walked past me with a dazed look in her eyes. A demented smile tugged at her lips.

“Tomas?” she called out. “my love, where are you?”

Contribution by: Sasha

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Picture it & Write: Enough

Invaders by *syda-ginger (deviantart)

Enough

She was tired of playing the role of prey, this time she wanted to be the attacker…the victor and wakeup from this nightmare. Too many lives had been lost, sacrificed for the greed of beings striving to create a new war weapon, super soldiers they had called them, a tool meant to save a nation. They had no idea of the tears she cried at the loss of her comrades, her family, the only people who truly cared for her wellbeing.

She long dreamed of a world outside the stoned walls which kept her imprisoned. She wanted to make her own destiny, and to carry the hopes of her fallen friends on her shoulders was hard, but the day when they took Pip, her dearest of friends away through those metal doors and watching it shut, she saw herself at that moment and knew this had to end.

She was young. She was not a fighter like Pip, nor brave like Lori, neither smart like Olive and Devin, lastly, she certainly was not cunning like Rocco. She felt alone and powerless, but then she remembers Pip’s words before the took him and the tender smile he gave her before pulling her into his arms and embracing her as if it was the last time they would meet.

Zara, whatever happens and no matter how hard it will be, promise me that you’ll escape. And once you reach the other side of that wall you don’t running, never stop you hear me?”

What about you? Pip I can’t do this alone.” Zara chocked as she buried herself deeper into his faded shirt, inhaling his scent and holding on for dear life.

Don’t worry about me,” he chuckled as he stroked her back comfortingly, “You’re all that’s left and you are the only one who can tell our story. So promise me Zara.”

With a tear streaked face she gave him a smile and promised that she would make him proud. So when the doctors came and left she knew it was her turn to act. Her eyes darted quickly for a way out, feeling a steady breeze she looked up and her lips curled. Inside the white room was a ventilation tunnel, she had seen her friends use it before to sneak into the kitchen and back. The screws were loose so she made quick work of them once she climbed up the chair. Once inside she started to crawl, her heart was beating rapidly, knowing that anything could go wrong and ruin everything. 

One wrong turn could send her straight to the enemy and she would face whatever awaited her behind the metal doors. What Zara did excel in was memorization, and luckily Pip had shown her the buildings blueprints weeks ahead of time just in case they had a chance like this, but this time there was no team, there was only her and she needed to make it.

Turning so many lefts and rights Zara wondered if perhaps the adrenaline of it all made her mistake a step along the way. Her breathing was coming in short pants and panic was overwhelming her system. What made her think she could do this? Why had she promised Pip such a thing? He should be doing the escaping, not her. Stopping in her movements she pulled her hands to her mouth to muffle her cries. Curling into a tiny ball she felt so small and weak. It wasn’t meant to end like this she told herself, she had a purpose and it was meant to fuel her. She had to tell their story and she would be dammed if she failed. Drying her tears she took a deep breath and set off again.

And just like that her hard work paid off as she smelt cool air and felt the mud under her fingers and dirtying her clothes while crawling out from the hole. Looking behind her she saw she was out of the building, but far from safe. So she ran and kept running like Pip said. It wasn’t until she found cement grounding that she allowed herself to slow down and catch a breath. Hands on her thighs she bent over and took in the different smells around her, and then she saw it…two bright lights approaching her.

Standing up she turn to face the lights as they got closer and closer. Then a head popped out from the window of the car, it was woman looking as confused as she was. The woman’s voice called to her, a sweet voice laced with concern asking her if she was alright and if she needed a lift. Smiling she approached the car climbed in and together they continued down the road.

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Meli

Picture it & Write

Invaders by *syda-ginger (deviantart)

Sasha’s Entry:

Who knew how long she’d been running for. Hours? Days? Exhaustion was beginning to grab hold of her. But she was almost there. Just a little bit further. The sound of tires crunching against the earth brought her out of her tiresome daze. A bright light shone directly on her as she paused in her mission. Her shoulders slumped forward and her knees threatened to fall out from under her, but she held on. “Hello? Can you hear me?” a worrisome voice demanded of her. The voice sounded millions of miles away, another world away from her. “Are you hurt?” asked the voice. The light seemed to shine brighter. “I-…” She began, but couldn’t finish. Her throat felt dry and her head was swimming. She felt a numbness in her feet, a slight tingling in her fingertips before she pitched forward.

-S

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Picture it & Write

Sasha’s Entry:

Keys

“Where do you think they lead?” he asked me. I held the keys in a tight grip in one hand, feeling the cool jagged edges digging into my sweaty palm. “I don’t know.” I told him softly. “Nowhere. Anywhere.” There were endless possibilities, maybe more than we could ever dream of. Maybe nothing at all. I held a single key up in front of my eyes, fingering the smooth metal. A comfortable silence washed over us. Our eyes met and at that moment, I knew. He knew. No words needed to be spoken out loud. Hope wrapped around us like a warm embrace. In that moment, anything could happen. Everything would change.

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-S

Picture it & Write: Uncertain Paths

Upon discovering, Ermiliablog and their weekly prompts, Sam shared the find with the rest of the fellowship and a new weekly post has been born! Fridays and weekends, as I may have mentioned before, are free for alls where we can post whatever our hearts desire (and it may or may not have to do with books, but it definitely will have to do with the arts in some way).

You can find this week’s prompt here! Why don’t you give it a go? We’d love to read what you’ve done! Sam’s entry could be found here!

Meli’s Entry:

Keys

Uncertain Paths
Times were tough, with barely enough to eat, with nowhere to stay and no one to show a glint of kindness a person, at that point is willing to anything to change their fate. Whispers surfaces of an old woman deep within the forest who possesses skills which man had forgotten existed.

By completing a task, a person may receive a gift, a key to change their life forever. But what is to remember that once this change occurs it cannot be undone. Yet, despite this firm warning he rises to take on the challenge, living in a poor dying village he heads west to where the land is greener and lavished with fruits of every shape and color. A land where the sky turns different shades while accompanied by the sun whose rays bring everything to life.

After a total of twelve days he finally stumbles upon this land. His hair long and skin dark as the tree trunks, finally, he would get a new fate. As he traveled deep, deep into the forest’s belly he saw nothing but darkness and wonder if this was all for nothing. Soon sweet humming catches his ears he soon feels heavy and his body no longer moves at his will. Dropping to his knees he feels powerless and soon a pair of feet met his gaze, they were white, so white that the person’s blue veins could be seen.

The person—more like woman’s voice was low and horse and the man told her how he came from a land long far away to find change and had heard of her miracle ways to do that. In that instant his body was no long heavy and tired as he rose to face the old woman who looked upon him with gleaming eyes and a curious grin.

Turning away from him she began to walk away and as she did she said “if change is truly the path you seek then come with me, but know this… with great change happiness does not always follow.”

Together they both vanished into the forest.

Meli