The Test – VisDare

August 31, 2014freyathewriter 4 Comments

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I have been following the same tracks for days. I am high on the ridge, silhouetted – a sitting target. Lone Wolf warned me to seek shelter in the undergrowth, to keep my wits about me, to listen, watch and wait.

But my strength is low. My courage is fading and I know that if I deviate, if I try to use the skills I learned such a short time ago, I will be lost. Months from now, Howling Dog will find my bones, brittle and bleached by the sun and wind. My soul will watch, silent and mournful for all that might have been.

One foot in front of the other. The monotony strips my mind of thought.

All I know is that I must return. I must find my tribe again. I must prove myself and earn my man-name of He Who Roars.

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Here’s my latest entry to the lovely Angela’s VisDare.

I hope you enjoy this week’s entry- and please do visit VisDare for amazing poetry and prose!

Disastrous – Five Sentence Fiction

August 31, 2014freyathewriter 8 Comments

“This isn’t working any more.”

“But Carrie, I don’t understand – what did I do wrong?”

Nothing, Jay, nothing at all – everything runs out of steam eventually.”

“But what am I supposed to do now?”

“Go down to the goddamn store and buy a new TV, duh!”

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For some people, a broken TV is a calamity! I hope you enjoyed my sideways look at life’s little problems.

Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this latest photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read more entries – and do take part – it’s fun!

Constant – Magpie Tales

August 24, 2014August 24, 2014freyathewriter 4 Comments

Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

The man gazes up at the thin silver crescent suspended in the night sky. It is immovable, as if anchored by invisible threads that have been woven by the hands of the gods themselves.

He can see her, his love. She is waiting for him.

He is the Moonkeeper, yet without her, he would be lost. She has no idea that her home is also a moon that waxes and wanes at the whim of the universe.

It is better that she does not know. It is better that she remains unaware of her power and responsibility. Only he knows that her moon remains whole, remains illuminated as a constant. It is only the shadow that he casts from his moon that turns her light to shade, her shade to light.

He blows her a kiss, imagines it landing on her lips.

It will reach her. It always does.

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Here’s my latest entry to Magpie Tales. It follows on from the theme of the piece I wrote for Five Sentence Fiction the other week – I love a moon! What a beautiful, magical inspiration of an image, don’t you think?

I hope you enjoy this week’s entry- and please do visit Magpie Tales for amazing poetry and prose!