The Watcher – #writephoto

Perched in the tree line the watcher waited.

Sometimes it took weeks, others it took days but recently the frequency had increased and the watcher sensed in the air that the time would be coming soon.

The woodland was unusually quiet as the darkness descended.

Occasionally a rabbit or a mouse would make a run for it but the watcher had no interest – there was much bigger game coming their way.

Sure enough, as the clock chimed the hour on the distant town a shadow emerged on the mound.

The shadows steps were slow, his heavy burden reducing his mobility yet the pace remained steady moving ever closer to the watcher.

Arriving at the woodland edge, the dark form moved towards the embankment and tossed the burden down it.

crow image by sue vincent

The servant of the night nodded to the watcher, then left, his movements now much more agile as he headed back to the village.

The watcher swooped down and tore at the meat then returned to the branches, a ring from the shredded finger placed carefully in his nest.

The watcher raised his head and let his cry carry out into the night, the woodland came alive, ready to devour their prize.


My response to Sue’s wonderful photo prompt combined with today’s Daily Post challenge. If you want to give Sue’s prompt a go too, head over to Sue’s Page Thursday Photo Prompt – Crow – and join in the prompt. KL ❤

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The Cave – #Writephoto

It had taken all I had to keep running. I hadn’t dared look back. The fear, if I had of done so, would have stopped me from running, and I had to run.

Spotting the cave, I made straight for it then crawled in, my breathing heavy, my heart pounding. I glanced left to right to make sure I was not an unwelcome guest in some creatures home.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared out towards the light but the sounds I had dreaded echoed towards me in the tiny space. The crunch of the gravel, the heavy breathing, and then the monstrous roar.

I shivered as darkness filled the cave, the creature was covering the entrance. I buried my face into my knees and tried not to whimper, tried not to breathe. Instead, I focussed on counting. 1..2..3..4..5..

Although my eyelids were closed I felt the light reappear in the cave. I dared not to look, I wasn’t ready, I continued to count.

I reached fifty and heard the sounds of retreat. Could that be possible? Unsure I crawled on my hands and knees towards the light.

Seeing the creature’s shadow move down the hillside I knew I was lucky. I didn’t know why but the gods had let me go free.

 

Look Out Cave Image by Sue Vincent

Cave Photo Courtesy of Sue Vincent

 

 

Originally written in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto challenge using the above inspiring image. 🙂

May you join me? – New writing challenge

Hello Blogging World,

May I take this moment to invite you all to join in a brand new challenge. The Challenge is pretty simple. The word MAY is not just a month such a popular word, I’d like you to use it every day in May and create a post on your blog.

I’ll post a quote every day at 9.00am bst featuring the word may on it to inspire you. You mayGarden gate opening copy use that or indeed create your own. Try to write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback.

Let’s prove the adage that “Everyday may not be a good day but there is something good in every day”.

May your words make you happy and help find your voice.
May inspiration find its way to you and help keep you writing.
May others find you and enjoy the piece you create.

So, please spread the word.

When you have finished your work, do a pingback to the post for that day and tag your post #Maydays so that people can find you. I will try to read all the entries and may reblog one or two throughout the challenge.

I hope you may join us!

Much Love
KL ❤

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Extract From Page 3

writing book funnyToday’s prompt was to write page three from your autobiography. I admit I stared blankly at the screen for around 15 minutes before coming to the conclusion if I wrote page 3 I would need to write page 1 & 2 that is a rabbit hole I am not willing to go down.

So, instead here is an extract from the actual novel I am writing, this is truly page 3, first draft, no editing.

 …Her mind was confused, she was so sure she had seen them. She knew they would come and take her away again. She sank to her knees feeling the harsh grit of the bay below her. Tears slid down her face as she continued to stare across the craggy rocks. Why had he done this to her?
     “I AM YOUR WIFE”, she screamed into the night air. The noise absorbed by the wind.
      “WHY?” her voice now hoarse with the effort, her breathing heavy. Bending over she began sobbing, her entire body shaking with grief.

     The dream was disappearing and Danielle’s eyes flickered below the lids profusely. Her face was wet with tear and her body wet with sweat was shaking. The aching of age was all over her body, but as her mind focussed on it, it began to fade. The memory was there tough, in the back of her mind, still so real. As Danielle finally opened her eyes, the name came back to her, the woman from her dream allowing this one small gesture to slip into Danielle’s reality. Her lips formed the word and she said it out loud, just to make sure she could. “Rachel”.