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Story Aesthetics: Pretty Vacant

Sure those little shards of fame and fortune are stained glass in your eyes .Sure dear Adonis,I would let you to the woods of the mind. I would never weep for you. I would be gone,I need nourishment. Your reality is tasteless. Time for my next meal.

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day 23 / constantly changing / #87

The Tales of Edana Kainda and Maugh Uraka

Living in Valmull was exciting, Being a wizard even more so, but not so much if you are a young, female mage with a broken wand and a know-it-all fire lizard as a companion,

Still, her mentor, Wizard Hansen, had said she would be fine to go home for the wyntherr solstice... provided she stuck to the main road and only travelled during the time of the sun.  Following Wizard Hansen’s instructions, Edana hid her auburn hair beneath her hooded cloak and her curves under layers of clothing. Thank goodness it was the season of snow and cold otherwise she would have stuck out like a sore thumb.

“The sun is departing to make way for the moon, Danny.” her fire lizard purred. “Time to find an inn.”

“I know, I know.” Edana snapped, “and stop calling me Danny.” I told you to call me Edana. I am no longer a stripling..”

“You will always be Danny to me.”

“I am older than you and you will do as I say.”

“Fine, fine.” Edana sighed. She wiped her eyes and pulled her cloak about her neck. “ you never listen anyway.” With that, Edana ignored Maugh and continued on to the inn as quickly as possible.

It didn’t take them long and once inside and settled with a room, they went to find something to eat. Edana was starved. Walking all day was exhausting and she was now sorry she had chosen to spend her money on solstice gifts rather than save it for bus fare home.

Feeling sorry for herself, in addition to the food she ordered for herself and Maugh, she ordered some blue sunshine. She hadn’t had any in months and even then only a sip or two: but she knew it it would ease the soreness in her legs and arms, give her a bit of bliss and help her sleep.

  SHe feasted and then finished every drop of the sunshine. When she was replete, her face was suffused with light, her muscles no longer ached and she was delighted by everything Maugh said. She had never had a full glass of sunshine and soon began to feel unbalanced and euphoric. she was unused to the feelings  and put her head down to get her bearings.

  suddenly the room was quiet. She lifted her head to see what had happened but everyone was gone; even Maugh. In her place was a pink fairy with horns coming out of her head. Edana scraped her hands across her eyes and looked again. Yes, indeed. A fairy sat across from her. But how? She shook her head and went to speak but the fairy leaned in close and opened her mouth to reveal fangs dripping blood.

  Edana shrieked and jerked out of her chair in fright. She reached for her wand, but it was gone. She turned to run and saw in front of her a forest thick with golden, authumnyl leaves. She stopped short. Confused. Looked behind her. But there was nothing to see but meadows. The fairy was gone, replaced by nature.

  Birds were sweetly singing, crickets were chirping and she was standing in the middle of a small path that led into the forest. It was all beautiful and she was no longer afraid, but where was Maugh? How had she gotten here? What had happened to the fairy?

  Shrugging and tamping down her confusion, she looked around. There seemed only one way to go - through the forest. She straightened her spine and started walking. At the entrance was a curtain of leaves. She lifted up the leaves and found herself in the middle of a May Grey celebration.

  People were everywhere - laughing, singing, dancing, drinking, and hugging. It was so noisy she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. Her head began to spin and her stomach grew queasy. She flopped on the ground disoriented and bewildered. She was giving up on asking “what the hell was going on”. As she sat on the ground, sick and kerfuffled, she made a decision. If she could get herself together, she would just go along with all the hopping. But first her head needed to stop spinning and her stomach needed to settle down.

  She leaned over and as she emptied the contents of her stomach, a tall, waif-like elf offered her a kerchief to wipe her mouth and a hand to help her stand. Smiling with gratitude and a sense of relief, Edana took the kerchief and wiped her hands and mouth. Then, she placed her hand in his and with his help, stood… in the middle of a multi-laned highway filled with magicians firing balls of magic at one another. She dodged balls of serpents, firebolts, baskets of bones and buckets of scalding water as she attempted to get off the highway to the safety of the meadow in the background.

  “Get out of the way!”

“Move!”

“Are you crazy”

  Magicians of all ages, shapes, and heights were yelling at her and pushing and shoving her to the side. As she tried to flee, she got hit with a huge hive of insects and bees, wasps and mosquitoes began to buzz in her ear, swarm her face and sting her. Flailing her arms and screaming in agony, Edana fled from the crazy magicians. She saw a door up ahead and a light shone from inside. She raced to the door and opened it.

  It was a temple and inside, a group of clerics were kneeling in silent meditation. They were in hooded robes of the palest blue and holding hands. Swaying gently, with eyes closed, they seemed unaware of her. She snuck in quietly and took a seat in the biggest temple she had ever seen. She reached up to swat a bee and realized not only were they gone but so were the bites. She was grateful, but she was done.

  Edana had had enough of things constantly changing on her. She wanted home and Maugh and silence. She was tired and terrified. Why was this happening to her and how could she get it to stop? As she knelt in the temple, the clerics began to chant softly and a sense of calm began to fill her;. She felt her fear ebb and closed her eyes in gratitude.

  As she remained still and silent, the volume of the chanting increased. It grew louder and louder. it began to surround her and then to fill her. She tried to open her eyes but they were glued shut. She struggled to stand but was frozen in place. She opened her mouth to scream but no sounds escaped. She was a prisoner within her own body. She began to pray to the most holy one to save her and eventually felt her body break through the mental bonds that held her. She opened her eyes and almost wept at the skeletal faces staring at her from beneath the hooded blue robes.  

they were circling her, advancing on her, chanting loud; the sounds echoing through the temple. She made her way to her feet, pushed past the advancing, skeletal clerics and escaped out into the night. Into fog. Just fog.

  She stood a minute to catch her breath and saw … nothing. She peered through the thick mist. Nothing. She held up her hand. Nothing. She blew out a breath. Nothing. No matter what she did, she could not see anything. She squinted to no avail and sighed in frustration.

  “Danny. Danny” Was that Maugh’s voice she heard?

  “Danny, come back to me.” That sounded like Maugh. Where was she?

  Edana yelled out in relief, “Here I am, Maugh. Here I am.” But the fog swallowed her words. Maybe, if Maugh spoke again, she could follow the sounds. Edana waited but there was nothing more.

  Edana refused to move from that spot outside the temple door. She was certain to take a step would lead her further from Maugh and home. She was certain to run would lead her to another place she did not want to be. She would stay and wait for the fog to lift. Here, at least, she felt safe - even if she couldn’t see anything. She stood, rooted to that spot for what felt like hours and then, in a distance, heard Maugh.

  “Oh Danny, Danny. Danny. Danny…” It was Maugh. Edana took a tentative step towards the voice. Nothing happened.

  “Danny, Danny, Danny…” Edana took another small step. Nothing. As the voice continued to call her name, she took another step. And another step. And another. And another. When nothing happened, she continued. Another step. Another step. Another.

  Eventually. the fog began to lift and the mist began to fade away. She thought she could see something in the distance. she shook her head hard and squinted. Light shone through the fog and the mist ebbed. she dragged the back of her hands across her eyes, the light grew brighter. She scraped harder at her eyes, and squinted... into the face of Maugh peering down at her.

  “Where am I,” she gasped. “What happened?”

  Maugh nuzzled her face against Edana’s cheek and whispered sadly. “You came back from beyond death. Welcome home.”

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Day 28: Lost Love (#77)

Roses are red Violets are blue This is the classic way to give my heart to you. From the moon and back To infinite and beyond I love you until my memories fade There's always hope for the hopeless There's always a home for the homeless And there's always love for the lost Whether it be in heaven or beyond I will always love what was lost from me.

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Day 27-Sucks to be small

Author's Note:Well I attempt a different style-almost Allen-esque.I hope you guys enjoy it :)

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day:24 / twenty-five words or less / #87

Some Stories in 25 words or less -

  ****Nine’s the Thing

Met him at eighteen. Married him at twenty-seven. Last child at thirty-six. Widowed at forty-five.  What would fifty -four bring?

  ****The Truth Uncovered

They saw me with the hammer, the dead body, the will. They arrested me.

Until they found her sweater under his body.

  ****Lost

The plane went down on unknown lands. Strangers worked together to survive but  friends and families were found.

  ****Interrogating and Investigating

The detective entered. “I’m alone” the woman with lipstick said. But… with two glasses and only one lipstick stained; clearly there was someone else.

  ****Differences don’t always work.

She loved his hair and asked him out. She was peach pie and blues. He was celery and hard rock. Today they are dating others.

  ****

they told her letting go is how to get better. what if she doesn’t want to get better. what if this is her better.

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day:17/ everything you know is a lie / #87

all a lie - a ghazal

i thought you were kind, it is all a lie

your love blew my mind, it is all a lie

i found out the hard way, love can hurt

i’ll keep that in mind, it is all a lie

  i trust no one, believe in only me

people aren’t benign, it is all a lie

  i need a drink to numb the pain

i feel maligned, it is all a lie

  i’ll make you pay, just wait and see

you think my love was blind, it is all a lie

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Day 26-A Small encounter (259)

Apologies on how late this post is-this week have been awfully busy with me as I have to attend my elder sis’ wedding and helping my parents to clean up the house for guests…So I did not have time to develop it. Here I used an idea I generate for my Television series pitch for TV screenwriting class. Here is the synopsis I write 

A prince was enchanted by the sinister Queen of Stars,in trying to avenge his mother’s death. It leads to the most unlikely squire who was his sister in disguise to rescue the prince.

It is slightly influenced by one of my favourite childhood books-The Sliver Chair..When I am writing the wizard,I tried to incopoerate Jon Pewtree and Tom Baker inside him…So feedback would be awesome

Stars blazed in the night sky. It was indeed a sight to behold-figures at  play. They seemed to dance in the sky. That old man itself,he has that childlike twinkle in his eye. Deceabal orchestrated that beautiful dance.  Deceabel gave a big grin when he master that trick. Children stared with awe and adults are dleighted by his powers but it was a different story long ago for that man.He is no longer full with childlike wonder then.

Once upon a time….

  Deceabel was the most powerful wizard in that particular village called Strombrom. Little children would call him

"Good Sir". 

He gave them hugs yet have that gentleness which comfort a sobbing child. Adults come and respect him as a friend. Until one day-a dark magic swarmed him. A powerful evil-dark as night. It swarmed him until he became powerless. The village perished by that darkness. 

Fuelled by grief,he spent countless days and nights-scribbling books of magic spells from the mudane-like cleaning up clothes to the powerful ones like removing poison from the rivers in his cave only illuminated by candlelight. He could smell the fragrances of spells but he has no longer have the ability to cast any spell. Decebal is still haunted by the screams of villagers,the smell of smoke and crackling twigs. Visions of that crippling haunted him. Sometimes he woke up middle of the night,with beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

However as the years grew by,Deceabel grew bored-what to do? He does not know how to integrate society. He become a hermit for years. He spent all of his life just writing spells and attempting to gain back his magical power. 

pitter-patter

Footsteps,he never hear them for decades. This is somehow a comforting sound.

Deceabel’s eyes widen with awe. This boy have a piercing gaze on him. He kneel down with his heavy sword shafted to the rocks.

  "May I seek the wisdom of Deceabel,conductor of stars,the gentle and bearer of friends"

Deceabel never hear the term for a long time….He curled with hesitation. His title sounded jaded to him.

The young man puffed up his cheeks.He did a bow to appease the hesitant wizard

"Aidan, sir I have heard of your wonderous works..I am here to serve you as a humble squire"

Deceabel is lost in thought,he does not know how to interact with that human. He never seen a living soul for ages.  What to do?

"Bah humbug,go and move off somewhere else…"

Etain paced back and forth. There is something to convince Deceabal that this mission is important….Etain must think quick,apparently Decedbal must not simply accept random requests by any person. Etain observed his actions. She can sensed his reluctant nature…

She cleared her throat. 

"Apparently a prince of the land is missing for months,maybe you know something about his dissapperance ?". 

Etain took something out of her pocket. An emerald green strip. It feels hot and it was stained with blood. Decebal sensed a presence,something ominous about that cloth. He smelt smoke and that bitter note of a certain herb.

He crept out of the shadows with much hesitation. He observed the mark of the cloth. It has marks of something powerful yet it reeks malice and chaos.

It must be the works of Queen Medb

He is now slightly convinced by it.

"May I offer my services,in exchange of looking for that young prince?"

Decebal looks around his caves,it was indeed a mess and he is no longer young anymore. It was scattered with notes,ink bottles spilled everywhere an of course that strong stench. He has the cheeky twinkle in his eye and looked at that young man

"Young Aidan maybe you should start helping cleaning up with my cave."

#blazingstars26of30 #259

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Day 21 (259)-A Thing is a Joy forever

Author’s note-Hey guys,sorry if I took pretty long for that prompt..I am not too happy with my eariler idea,I thought if I can use the illness for both physical and mental breakdown..By the way,she (I.E Phandera) is in part of my Legends story and her ancestor is John Keats (One of my fave poets). I am quite happy with this one..feedback would be awesome :)

Phandera curled in her bed,her lungs feel tight when she breathed and sometimes there are days she cannot get out of bed.  That sensation that she was choked to death by a silent killer. It constantly haunted by that illness,her parents removed her from the outside world in fear as a porcelain figure. She is crippled by the sounds and smells of the world. What to do? The only world she knows is her mother,who tirelessly cared for her. Most of her relatives,even her father rejected Phandera. She is nothing but a glass vessel. Elixirs of medicine of different colours fed through her fragile body. The sound of jabs through her skin,streaming through and flow. It is almost the norm for her. Until that blood treatment,where her mother clinked the tube.. “Sweetheart it would be alright” She writhed in pain as she is coughing violently. Blood stains blotted the white bed-sheet.  Her chest grew tighter and every second,he mother skidded   Phandera calmed herself down,there she recited a poem she adored as a child ”When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,  Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,  And think that I may never live to trace  Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance” It did not work,she wheezed heavily and she tried to topple over the medicine. Phandera have that inclination of poetry which painted pictures of death and it somehow comforted that fragile girl. She has pieces of paper on the table and an old fountain pen lying on the table. She bit the pen to her mouth,to carry from back to forth. Drops of blood stained the paper as she scribbled furiously. She looked at the outside window,butterflies fluttering by and children playing in the field. It sparked something. For now her pen is her weapon. Intoxicated by the aroma of oils from the Indian Ink-she produced something poignant. “Knights of old I come to thee That sweet elyisum” Tears streamed from her face,as she tried to battle that dragon of sickness,after all she is her own story. Words came swirling from her mind. It grew evocative,of a girl caged. “While wrestling the dark night like carrying its own cross while engrave the daylight of self.” Slowly she started to breathe easily. Her coughing lessen and the colour of her skin brighten slightly. However the coughing of blood still persists.  “I watched my world,helpless.. where shall I Flee?” She gathered all of her strength to defeat the wheezing and pains. It always melding to something special. Suddenly that pain suddenly disappeared. Phandera sensed an unusual prescene,usually it take hours which ended winded up in the hospital; where there is no light. However it feels different. She feels empowered,she overcame it well. Her mother scampered up the stairs and she saw spilled bottles of medicine and glass syringes lying on the floor. On the bed Phandera fall asleep peacefully with only ink stains and blood drops on paper. She picked it up and her eyes were welled with tears. Her daughter,a sickly child have wrote the most beautiful thing ever. Imagery of knights facing the demons,damsels weeping over the loss. However it echoes a certain poet…Her mother scratched her head and hearing that sound Phandera mumbled “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” Phandera have found something to cope with that illness,and of course it is a little easier for her.

#breaking21of30 #259 #johnkeats