(This story was written for a contest several years ago.)
It was a full moon that night, just as any good horror movie would be. I was alone in bed reflecting on the day in my journal. Suddenly I heard a high-pitched scream. I immediately jumped out of bed. My heart thumped with the extreme thrill of an adventure. Being the audacious kid that I am, I naturally tugged on my blue-jeans and sweatshirt and was just about to rush out the door to see what all of the commotion was about, when suddenly my mother barked, “Stop! Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” She tapped her foot impatiently.
I spun around and said, hoping that I was looking quite innocent, “Just out for a walk, Mom!” She didn’t look convinced.
“You know that it’s a full moon! Not one person is allowed out of this house at night during a full moon!” Needless to say my mom is a little bit superstitious. Don’t ask me why, because I don’t understand it myself.
“I’m not going out long, Mom! And besides, it is a cloudy night, and the moon isn’t even visible now!” The full moon had been concealed in a misty veil that masked its face.
She hesitantly said, “Alright, but be back soon and take your brother with you!”
I didn’t have a problem with that. I silently padded to his room and entered. “Come on!” I said, “There’s a crime to report!” My ten-year-old brother named Rex jumped out of bed quick as a flash. He had the same nose for adventure as I did, and as we both wanted to be news reporters when we grew up, we always reported everything. I, however, usually led the expedition, having much more experience than he did.
I grabbed a notebook and a pencil and headed out.
With the sound of “Don’t go far!” ringing in our eardrums, we trod off in the direction of the hideous scream.
It was about time I found out what was going on with the screaming. It seemed to be coming in the direction of the field across the street from our house, so Rex and I headed over in that direction.
It was then that I started to become frightened. It was a misty, dark night because of the cloud cover, and it was eerily silent. Any could have heard a pin drop in the enveloping gloom. I jumped at a strange sound, though it was only an owl. I could have sworn that my heart was going to give me away to the demons of the night. Not that I belevie in demons, just a manner of speaking of course.
Suddenly, my keen ears picked up the soft rustle of a bush. My eyes darted to the dark green shrub and I was not surprised to find movement there. I slowly, bravely, gathering courage from the pits of my soul, advanced toward the noise and was surprised to find that, behind the bush, was not a big, scary monster, but a young girl, about the age of fourteen, crying with supreme remorse. Her face was puffed up and her long brown hair was sadly matted to her face with tears.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude…” I said apologetically and turned to leave.
“Wait! Do you know where I can get away?” she asked vehemently. I glanced around, and though I admit I had previously been daunted by the foreboding night, I did not see anything near to cause this extreme grief.
“I don’t, sorry.” Then, seeing her disappointed face, said, “Would you like some food, though?”
She smiled and nodded. I sent Rex back to the house for a ham sandwich.
The girl looked a bit out of place for a moment, drying her tears, and then asked slowly, “Do you believe in werewolves?”
This question struck me and for a minute I did not answer. I had been frightened of the night, to be sure, but a thing as this had never crossed my mind. Even Mom didn’t believe in that nonsense. I tried to answer her without laughing outright, “No, they’re not real.” She bowed her head with rosy cheeks as Rex came jogging with a sandwich and a glass of milk. She gratefully gulped down both of them.
I said to Rex, “She believes in werewolves. Do you think that you can quiet her fears?” As with everything that I cause, I had spoken at the wrong time. Without any warning, the clouds parted in a fierce wind and the face of the full moon shone directly above us. I glanced at Rex, and he seemed to read my mind. His face contorted in a painful grimace which resembled what I felt at that moment. The girl behind the bush looked from me to him with a look of utter horror on her face.
I dropped to all fours and let out a long, low howl. Rex did the same. Shaggy fur flashing, we grinned mockingly with our razor teeth as the girl began to run, shrieking into the distance. We chased after her with a speed incomprehensible to even an Irish Wolfhound’s great speed. Within seconds, we were upon her.
Needless to say, there is one more member in our pack since last week.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Who Do You Think You Are?
Whose name did you call outright when asked who whelped you? You dare claim heroes as your fathers and grandsires, Hercules and Odysseus and Atlas who in elder times upheld the world on bare shoulders? You see nothing and yet call yourselves sages, feel nothing and call yourselves worldly, hear nothing and call yourselves musicians. Stately thrones were yours but you did not run fingers through gold-enameled stone intricately carved by your ancestors. Green fields stretched before your eyes but you did not kneel and smell it, you did not thank the God that made you for your fortune. Your tongue forms witty words and lies you transfer to your responsibilities, your people. They follow you out of ignorance, but you lead them out of stupidity. Harvests came under your hands, fell out and rotted away, and you warred for more, greed all but consuming your sanity. Honest workers laid down their lives for you and still you asked for more.
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Of course, you were not there as I was. You did not see the bloodred sunrise streak across a tummulted sky like I did. You did not hear the sharp crack of metal sword and spears hit shields and break in a thousand places. You did not smell the bitter wind carrying the sweat- and blood-stained scent of bodies across coarse brown plains. You did not swoon in dizziness when two thousand horses thundered across the barren stretch of no-man’s-land. You did not taste salty blood when your head was split with an unwieldy branch of honed wood and you thought you’d never think straight again. You did not feel the sharp grass when you fell on your knees at the end of the day next to a fallen soldier. You did not know, could never know the pain you felt in your heart, a devastating pressure that left you breathless, when you looked into a familiar face, distorted and pale, which looked frantically for some last hope. You will never know these things, for times are long forgotten and deeds of men pass slowly out of memory.
And how do I know this, you ask? Who am I to be telling you what you cannot know? Alas, in this age men grow haughty and need more than an honest narration to sway them. Mere words spoken from a true heart prove nothing. Well, I was there. I saw good men fall down; not good men in the present-day context, of mere import, but strong, willful and intelligent men who could move a nation with a single word and who could sway the waves of the seas with a heartfelt shout. I saw these and many more – strong-willed women and fat, healthy children - cut down in the days of their youth, when the world needed them most. Yea, when the world longed for a leader there was none, and in the midst of darkness shadow overtook the land.
And in that fact, you and I are not so much unalike. For ever there are difficulties in leading a nation – not a nation of a race, mind, but a nation of men.
(That was based mostly from the point of view of Merlin, though the first could easily be similar.)
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Of course, you were not there as I was. You did not see the bloodred sunrise streak across a tummulted sky like I did. You did not hear the sharp crack of metal sword and spears hit shields and break in a thousand places. You did not smell the bitter wind carrying the sweat- and blood-stained scent of bodies across coarse brown plains. You did not swoon in dizziness when two thousand horses thundered across the barren stretch of no-man’s-land. You did not taste salty blood when your head was split with an unwieldy branch of honed wood and you thought you’d never think straight again. You did not feel the sharp grass when you fell on your knees at the end of the day next to a fallen soldier. You did not know, could never know the pain you felt in your heart, a devastating pressure that left you breathless, when you looked into a familiar face, distorted and pale, which looked frantically for some last hope. You will never know these things, for times are long forgotten and deeds of men pass slowly out of memory.
And how do I know this, you ask? Who am I to be telling you what you cannot know? Alas, in this age men grow haughty and need more than an honest narration to sway them. Mere words spoken from a true heart prove nothing. Well, I was there. I saw good men fall down; not good men in the present-day context, of mere import, but strong, willful and intelligent men who could move a nation with a single word and who could sway the waves of the seas with a heartfelt shout. I saw these and many more – strong-willed women and fat, healthy children - cut down in the days of their youth, when the world needed them most. Yea, when the world longed for a leader there was none, and in the midst of darkness shadow overtook the land.
And in that fact, you and I are not so much unalike. For ever there are difficulties in leading a nation – not a nation of a race, mind, but a nation of men.
(That was based mostly from the point of view of Merlin, though the first could easily be similar.)
Too Late
(Some explanation: This is part of an ongoing story of a country at war within itself. Some upstart young nobles, including Adair Gregor, have overthrown the government to create an Empire out of the previously existing kingdom. They've gotten rid of every trace of the old kingdom - or so they thought. There is a band of outcast nobles and loyal people to the crown in the forest near Adair's residence, one of whom is Edalene, who was a noble lady engaged to be married before the war broke out. Adair has been trying to find this band, with the help of a weasly man named Cormac - who nobody can figure out which side he's on. Cormac has captured Edalene and brought her to Adair for questioning.)
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"What news?"
"My lord, I have returned with a prisoner you will want to meet."
"Who?"
"You should see for yourself."
"Excelent, Cormac. Send him in." Adair looked up interestedly, curious to see just what sort of brigand this rover from the forest was going to be. Cormac opened the door and a guard walked in with a woman who seemed dazed and rather upset. Her dirty, twig-strewn hair and comfortable-looking but torn clothes bespoke a rough life in the forest. And her eyes, red and full of exhaustion and grief.....
Adair stood in his chair so rapidly that it fell over backwards. He let out a cry of shock.
Edalene looked up from where she was on the ground, forced to her knees by the guard who knew Adair liked the deference. A little gasp escaped her. She wondered briefly whether she had died and now stood in a different realm, looking into the face of someone she never thought she'd see again.
Adair fell to his knees in front of her, forgetting everyone else in the room. (Cormac, incidentally, was standing in the background, arms folded, grinning malevolently at the controversy he was stirring in their hearts). The presiding governor of Easton touched the face of the forest brigand, unsure whether he could believe his eyes. Uncontrollable sobs escaped from him and he gathered Edalene up in his arms, not knowing about the pain he was causing to her new head wound.
But she didn't care. She was so stunned that for a moment she merely gazed into space, drinking in the smell of his hair. Then she wrapped her arms around him, and suddenly a flow of speech came pouring out of her. "Adair! Adair, how could you be alive? I thought you were gone, I thought you had died? Do you have any idea what I've had to go through? What are you doing here? How could you be alive? I thought I'd lost you - "
Adair, not entirely through convulsing in sobs, silenced her with a long overdue kiss. This shocked her even more, eyes widening and getting a little more light headed.
"Leave us!" cried Adair covetously, still holding Edalene close to him. The guards were thoroughly confused and embarrassed at having witnessed it and, after a little hesitation, ran out of the room. Cormac grinned, bowed with a flourish, and sauntered out.
"Where have you been?" continued Edalene, marvelling over the fact that who she thought was dead was so close to her.
"I thought you were dead," said Adair unnecessarily. "How could it be you're still alive. You must be exhausted," he realized, getting a good second look at her. Then, furrowing his brow and separating himself for the first time from her, ignoring the tears that were still streaming town his face despite himself, "What were you doing in the woods? Did the outlaws hurt you?"
Edalene heaved a great sigh, coming back to reality from her happy cloud. She had a much bigger problem at hand than had seemed at first. "I had no choice, Adair," she said, looking at him in a different light. "My entire family was killed, I thought you were dead, and as far as I could tell I was no longer allowed to go on living - I had no one. If it hadn't been for them...." she trailed off, her throat constricting in unexpected emotion for her friends she had foolishly left behind. She could only pray that they weren't going to try to find her.
"Edalene," Adair said, becoming very serious. "I am so sorry. I was going to tell you afterward, after the coup had gone through - "
Realization hit Edalene like that guard's club to the head. "You...you planned this?" She got very quiet, unable to say more.
"Edalene," he repeated, kissing her neck. "I know what you must have been through, but it was for the best - "
"How could you know?" she said, still very quiet. She was still barely able to comprehend what was going on. She stood, pushing herself away. "How could you possibly know what I have been through?" Her voice began to rise into a high squeal. "You planned for my parent's death? You planned for the chaos and destruction and for two years I have been living like an animal in the woods, unable to do anything, just sitting and waiting for something to happen, scraping together any amount of food we could, and you think you know how I feel?" The lump in her throat told her to stop speaking but she continued. "You destroyed me! You destroyed me, and to think that I loved you, that I was going to marry you!"
Adair could do nothing but hang his head from where he knelt on the floor. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
Edalene became even angrier, her tone getting more controlled but that had a significant bite to it. "Don't apologize to me, my lord. I'm just your prisoner, remember?"
Adair looked up, unhappy and conflicted. "I never meant for you to..." he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Well, here I am," she said. "Are you going to teach me a lesson? Are you going to murder me like my parents? Like so many of my friends?"
"I didn't murder your parents!" Adair finally shouted back at her, unable to take the guilt plaguing him. He stood up suddenly. In the silence that ensued, they searched each others' eyes for remnants of who they once knew, once loved.
"But they're dead, Adair," said Edalene with controlled calm.
He sighed. "I know, but...now we have each other! We have each other now and no matter what's happened in the past, I promise to make it up to you. And I will love you...forever."
Edalene thought of the outlaws still in the forest who she had lived with for two years. She had grown to love them, respect them. She thought of all the children who had often grasped her around the knees, crying out her name in joy. She thought of Gwyn, the quiet healer who had become her friend though they came from different classes. She thought of Vance, Karrin and Sue, the grieving guests who had been welcomed with open arms to the community. She thought about Rory, who was so helplessly devoted to her. Mostly, though, she thought about Chip, who had lost his entire family and continued to look for the good in people despite their flaws, who she knew was becoming a great leader even amidst hardship. Could she abandon them for Adair, who had helped to cause so much havoc?
"No." She pierced him with a gaze, her voice now sad. "Now I am sorry, Adair. Those 'brigands,' as you call them, are my family now." She turned to leave. "They love me more than you ever did."
"Edalene, don't do this," said Adair, his voice suddenly hard over his anguish. "Give me another chance." Edalene didn't look back, her heart breaking at leaving Adair again, knowing she wouldn't see him. She touched the handle on the door. "GUARDS!" cried Adair, his voice cracking. Two guards came rushing in and tackled Edalene, her giving no protest. She just looked sadly through her wet eyelashes back at him. "Send her to be questioned. Get her to talk about that outlaw band of hers." The guards shoved Edalene into the next room, and Adair collapsed on the floor, beating it as if it were his own heart.
Cormac had been watching from outside through a window descreetly. He had been through the same thing Adair had, coming to terms with his losses and his duties. I'm happy I'm past that embarrassment, he thought to himself, wiping a stray tear away from his face.
---
"What news?"
"My lord, I have returned with a prisoner you will want to meet."
"Who?"
"You should see for yourself."
"Excelent, Cormac. Send him in." Adair looked up interestedly, curious to see just what sort of brigand this rover from the forest was going to be. Cormac opened the door and a guard walked in with a woman who seemed dazed and rather upset. Her dirty, twig-strewn hair and comfortable-looking but torn clothes bespoke a rough life in the forest. And her eyes, red and full of exhaustion and grief.....
Adair stood in his chair so rapidly that it fell over backwards. He let out a cry of shock.
Edalene looked up from where she was on the ground, forced to her knees by the guard who knew Adair liked the deference. A little gasp escaped her. She wondered briefly whether she had died and now stood in a different realm, looking into the face of someone she never thought she'd see again.
Adair fell to his knees in front of her, forgetting everyone else in the room. (Cormac, incidentally, was standing in the background, arms folded, grinning malevolently at the controversy he was stirring in their hearts). The presiding governor of Easton touched the face of the forest brigand, unsure whether he could believe his eyes. Uncontrollable sobs escaped from him and he gathered Edalene up in his arms, not knowing about the pain he was causing to her new head wound.
But she didn't care. She was so stunned that for a moment she merely gazed into space, drinking in the smell of his hair. Then she wrapped her arms around him, and suddenly a flow of speech came pouring out of her. "Adair! Adair, how could you be alive? I thought you were gone, I thought you had died? Do you have any idea what I've had to go through? What are you doing here? How could you be alive? I thought I'd lost you - "
Adair, not entirely through convulsing in sobs, silenced her with a long overdue kiss. This shocked her even more, eyes widening and getting a little more light headed.
"Leave us!" cried Adair covetously, still holding Edalene close to him. The guards were thoroughly confused and embarrassed at having witnessed it and, after a little hesitation, ran out of the room. Cormac grinned, bowed with a flourish, and sauntered out.
"Where have you been?" continued Edalene, marvelling over the fact that who she thought was dead was so close to her.
"I thought you were dead," said Adair unnecessarily. "How could it be you're still alive. You must be exhausted," he realized, getting a good second look at her. Then, furrowing his brow and separating himself for the first time from her, ignoring the tears that were still streaming town his face despite himself, "What were you doing in the woods? Did the outlaws hurt you?"
Edalene heaved a great sigh, coming back to reality from her happy cloud. She had a much bigger problem at hand than had seemed at first. "I had no choice, Adair," she said, looking at him in a different light. "My entire family was killed, I thought you were dead, and as far as I could tell I was no longer allowed to go on living - I had no one. If it hadn't been for them...." she trailed off, her throat constricting in unexpected emotion for her friends she had foolishly left behind. She could only pray that they weren't going to try to find her.
"Edalene," Adair said, becoming very serious. "I am so sorry. I was going to tell you afterward, after the coup had gone through - "
Realization hit Edalene like that guard's club to the head. "You...you planned this?" She got very quiet, unable to say more.
"Edalene," he repeated, kissing her neck. "I know what you must have been through, but it was for the best - "
"How could you know?" she said, still very quiet. She was still barely able to comprehend what was going on. She stood, pushing herself away. "How could you possibly know what I have been through?" Her voice began to rise into a high squeal. "You planned for my parent's death? You planned for the chaos and destruction and for two years I have been living like an animal in the woods, unable to do anything, just sitting and waiting for something to happen, scraping together any amount of food we could, and you think you know how I feel?" The lump in her throat told her to stop speaking but she continued. "You destroyed me! You destroyed me, and to think that I loved you, that I was going to marry you!"
Adair could do nothing but hang his head from where he knelt on the floor. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
Edalene became even angrier, her tone getting more controlled but that had a significant bite to it. "Don't apologize to me, my lord. I'm just your prisoner, remember?"
Adair looked up, unhappy and conflicted. "I never meant for you to..." he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
"Well, here I am," she said. "Are you going to teach me a lesson? Are you going to murder me like my parents? Like so many of my friends?"
"I didn't murder your parents!" Adair finally shouted back at her, unable to take the guilt plaguing him. He stood up suddenly. In the silence that ensued, they searched each others' eyes for remnants of who they once knew, once loved.
"But they're dead, Adair," said Edalene with controlled calm.
He sighed. "I know, but...now we have each other! We have each other now and no matter what's happened in the past, I promise to make it up to you. And I will love you...forever."
Edalene thought of the outlaws still in the forest who she had lived with for two years. She had grown to love them, respect them. She thought of all the children who had often grasped her around the knees, crying out her name in joy. She thought of Gwyn, the quiet healer who had become her friend though they came from different classes. She thought of Vance, Karrin and Sue, the grieving guests who had been welcomed with open arms to the community. She thought about Rory, who was so helplessly devoted to her. Mostly, though, she thought about Chip, who had lost his entire family and continued to look for the good in people despite their flaws, who she knew was becoming a great leader even amidst hardship. Could she abandon them for Adair, who had helped to cause so much havoc?
"No." She pierced him with a gaze, her voice now sad. "Now I am sorry, Adair. Those 'brigands,' as you call them, are my family now." She turned to leave. "They love me more than you ever did."
"Edalene, don't do this," said Adair, his voice suddenly hard over his anguish. "Give me another chance." Edalene didn't look back, her heart breaking at leaving Adair again, knowing she wouldn't see him. She touched the handle on the door. "GUARDS!" cried Adair, his voice cracking. Two guards came rushing in and tackled Edalene, her giving no protest. She just looked sadly through her wet eyelashes back at him. "Send her to be questioned. Get her to talk about that outlaw band of hers." The guards shoved Edalene into the next room, and Adair collapsed on the floor, beating it as if it were his own heart.
Cormac had been watching from outside through a window descreetly. He had been through the same thing Adair had, coming to terms with his losses and his duties. I'm happy I'm past that embarrassment, he thought to himself, wiping a stray tear away from his face.
The Wreck of the Kraken
How mean you, when the storm blustered and the clouds broke in two; when the wind howled and broke the mast to dip and sway with the hull; when the Kraken reached his mighty limbs around the entirety of the ship to rend it to splinters and the screams of mortals rent holes in the hearts of giants; when the crack of lightning sang in discordant harmony with waves crashing and wood breaking; when gods watched in horror, too astounded to do anything; how mean you then to say it was by mere accident the ship fell from her proud stature to her dismal fate below?
Ten Muses: The purpose of this blog
The Greek Muses represent all that is creative, and give divine inspiration to us mere mortals. They are genius. We owe our creative success to them. For more on genius, go to this site:
http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html
That being said, the Ten Muses are here to toss around pieces of stories, poetry, art, ideas for a song, for a theatre production - anything and everything creative. If you would like to join, feel free and post your own work! Or comment on the work here - us creative people could always use the help.
http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html
That being said, the Ten Muses are here to toss around pieces of stories, poetry, art, ideas for a song, for a theatre production - anything and everything creative. If you would like to join, feel free and post your own work! Or comment on the work here - us creative people could always use the help.
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