NECROMANCER

Writing Prompt #69 - First time necromancer

She just turned sixteen in the small village she called home. With her coal black hair the one silver stripe that she has had since birth stood out like a  sore thumb. She was always told she would one day be a powerful Necromancer. She was told she would come into her powers on her sixteenth birthday, yet here she was now sixteen technically an adult according to her parents and nothing. 

The party was two-fold, one to signify she was now sixteen and two to signify her incoming powers. She sat  eating her favorite cake her mom always made from scratch just for her special day. 

The chocolate icing now warm and oozing off the top of her third piece. She picked at it realizing she had been eating her feelings and disappointment over not getting her powers. The fire was dwindling and everyone was starting to turn in for the night. 

Was she a dud or what? The prophecy said she would be the most powerful Necromancer ever and she had nothing, not even a spark! She felt like a disappointment to everyone especially her Mother the one who supposedly had passed on this great power to her. No longer able to stomach her guilt or the cake she hopped off the hay bale she had been sitting on and tossed plate and all in the trash. 

Suddenly she heard growling in the distance a black Panther the size of a barn door appeared and sauntered right into camp. With its glowing green eyes, it stalked toward her with a purpose. The growling seemed to turn into a purr while it simultaneously licked its lips as if to say” I am hungry and you are the only thing on the menu”. It approached her and stopped at her feet like it was waiting for something. 

Feeling compelled to touch its soft fur she reached out with shaky fingers to stroke its head. The instant she touched him her fingers zapped like she had been shocked and they lit up with blue liquid fire. The soft blue light traveled up her arm. Just as it reach her neck and mouth it caused her to throw her head back with so much electricity coursing through her. 

Mouth open all you could see was the glow emanating from her eyes and mouth. She screamed a blood-curdling scream, but no one came to help. The screaming was in her head from which there was no escape. Arms outstretched for balance she was a sight to see. The light through and around her like a living light bulb, even her fingertips were shooting blue fire. She could hear the distant waves crashing onto the shore. 

Beating away at the rocks that had eroded over time. She realized all too quickly it wasn’t the sea but her heart racing like a wild stallion running wild and free. It started to slow and the purring started once again. Only this time it seemed to be coming from her. She raised her head back to where the Panther had been only to find through the blue haze that was now fading, the panther was no longer there. 

She had somehow taken the Panther into herself, she had swallowed the mighty beast and now visually saw him curl up for a nap inside her. She felt powerful and knew from the very depth of her soul she could raise the dead with a single thought. The power of the Panther fierce and strong making her strong for the first time in her life. She flexed with the new power that only a Necromancer could have.

The blue light finally dissipated and as she looked around she saw the entire village standing around her with bated breath. As her eyes came to a stop on her Mother she saw a glisten of tears in her eyes. Mom started to clap and the whole village cheered, for her new powers that had finally arrived. The real celebration could now begin. Everyone came to congratulate her in a dizzying whirlwind of handshakes and back slapping. 

She needed a break from all the touching and decided to go for a walk in the woods, that also doubled as a cemetery for some alone time. As everything started to fall away she stepped into utter darkness. Led only by her new glowing Panther eyes raising the dead as she went……

MEMORIES OF MY SONGS

It happens to all of us. That one song you hear that conjures up a memory so strong you are propelled back in time to that place you were when you first heard the song.  Or you have attached a song to a memory that now you can’t even hear it without having that memory return as if you were there experiencing it all over again.

I have quite a few of those songs that just bring me right back to that time and place. I don’t need a DeLorean to travel back in time. I just need one of those songs in my memory bank. Below are a couple of my songs and why they are special to me:

Number one is SAVAGE GARDEN- TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY. 

This song is number one for a couple of reasons. Reason one. Part of the chorus says, “I want to stand with you on a mountain”. I was literally standing on a mountain at the time I heard this song with the man I thought would one day be my husband. Every time I hear this song it conjures up the beauty and the vastness of the view we saw together while holding hands.

Secondly it was the very first normal relationship I had ever had with a guy. He was sweet, kind and everything I thought I wanted in a relationship. He doted on me like I was his heart and return he had mine. That relationship didn’t last, but I am not mad about it. I came away from it with a new understanding that my expectations in a man aren’t too high. That I am worth more and that there are good ones out there.

For that, I will always cherish what we had and to this day many years later. I still think of him fondly when I hear that song and think of our Mountain. (He is the only ex I have that I can think of, that doesn’t make me want  to rip out my hair over the bad choices I have made).

Number Two THE EAGLES- HOTEL CALIFORNIA. 

Now this one is a bit tricky. It is not the words of the song that conjures up anything, but the song itself. It conjures up a summer in my misspent youth, a teen crush on a much older man that was very taboo. It was a hot steamy summer and he introduced me to, the Eagles and this song. Every time I hear this song I think of him and what almost was a very hot summer (in more ways than one). Even now it puts a smile on my face to think about what might have been, between us.

That is all I have for now there will be more to come later. TO BE CONTINUED…..

IMAGINARY?

IMAGINARY FRIEND 

MANY OF US HAD IMAGINARY FRIENDS AS YOUNG CHILDREN. IF YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND GREW UP ALONGSIDE YOU, WHAT WOULD HIS/ HER/ ITS LIFE BE LIKE TODAY? (DIDN’T HAVE ONE? WRITE ABOUT A NON-IMAGINARY FRIEND YOU HAVEN’T SEEN SINCE CHILDHOOD.) 

Well, I didn’t have an imaginary friend that I can remember. I don’t want to write about a friend I haven’t seen since childhood. If that’s the case there is a reason we never kept in touch and I wouldn’t want to see them anyway. I will, however, tell you what I would assume my imaginary friend would be like today. If I had one.

She would be  beautiful, mysterious, and mystical and a bit of a dare devil. She would have long raven hair down to her waist. The beauty of her cascading curls would draw men and women alike. She would be just tan enough that people would be confused by her ethnicity. Which in turn, would add to the mystery of her.

She is a creature of the night with the man in the moon calling to her to look upon his face. His soft glow shining down on her as if to say “I will never leave you”. She is brave and fearless. She is kind until she feels that she has been screwed over then like an avenging angel she unfurls her black wings and swoops in to kill the relationship.

She is tolerant to a point and then she is done with you. She washes her hands in the blood of once was and moves on. She doesn’t have time for bitterness and lies. She is a matter of fact kind of girl. One who tells the truth and nothing but.

People either hate her or love her for that, but she doesn’t care. She is who she is and she is proud of what she has become.

She is a protector of her family and fierce as a lion when her goodness is challenged. She is beloved by all that have taken the time to get to know the real her and she has flourished because of them. She has the power to overcome the past and be better in spite of it.

She is everything I am not, yet everything I am. If you haven’t guessed by now she is not imaginary she is me.

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MURPHY’S LAW REVIVED

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/comedy-of-errors-and-bonus-assignment/”>Comedy of Errors (and bonus assignment!)</a>

COMEDY OF ERRORS ( AND BONUS ASSIGNMENT!)

MURPHY’S LAW SAYS “ANYTHING THAT CAN GO WRONG WILL GO WRONG.” WRITE ABOUT A TIME EVERYTHING DID-FICTION ENCOURAGED HERE TOO!

BONUS ASSIGNMENT: DO YOU KEEP A NOTEBOOK UNDER YOUR BED? GOOD TOMORROW MORNING, JOT DOWN THE FIRST THOUGHT YOU HAVE UPON WAKING, WHETHER OR NOT IT’S COHERENT. 

As I have already done a blog months ago called MURPHY’S LAW. I will just leave the links to both of them here below. What a way to steal an idea “DAILY POST.

https://angelaappleby09.wordpress.com/2015/05/30/murphys-law/https://angelaappleby09.wordpress.com/2015/05/30/murphys-law-part-deaux/

ENJOY!

SNAKES AND WRITING

FRIGHT NIGHT

WHAT’S THE THING YOU’RE MOST SCARED TO DO? WHAT WOULD IT TAKE TO GET YOU TO DO IT?

As I stated in a previous blog on of the things I have been scared of to do was write. Again I have wanted to be a writer ever since I could hold a pencil and write my name. Due to being dragged down mentally and physically. I have never attempted it, the fear of failure very real.

I always have those inner demons in my head telling me that I will fail! However, through therapy and my friends love and support I have started to realize I can do it. After 38 years of never trying the one thing, I have always wanted to do I took the plunge. No longer letting fear rule me and getting the best of me. I realized all those that told me I would never succeed I had let win, all those years by being too afraid they were right and not even trying.

Those voices are much quieter now that I have put my fears aside and started writing. They will always be there it is a daily struggle not to listen to them. I do, however, feel lighter every day I write. Maybe someday I will be able to expel those demons for good.

I do have one other fear, I have never been able to conquer Snakes! I have a phobia about them and an unnatural one at that. I cannot even see a picture of one without damn near hyperventilating. I have two boys and all they want as pets are snakes (so not going to happen).They have made peace with the fact that they will never get one, I won’t even allow a toy snake in the house. I may be a bad mother but my struggle, it’s very real. With their slimy looking skin and those eyes that say they want your very soul. Why on earth would I want to be near one!

There is no amount of money or things in this world you could offer me that would get me near one. It is horrible I know, but that  is my darkest deepest fear to the marrow of my bones. Let’s just leave it at that just thinking about it too long has got me shivering with fear already Ugh!!!!!!!!

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MARRIED LIFE

             IF YOU LEAVE

LIFE IS A SERIES OF BEGINNINGS AND ENDINGS. WE LEAVE ONE JOB TO START ANOTHER, WE QUIT CITIES, COUNTRIES, OR CONTINENTS FOR A FRESH START; WE LEAVE LOVERS AND BEGIN NEW RELATIONSHIPS. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU CONTEMPLATED LEAVING? WHAT WERE THE PROS AND CONS? HAVE YOU MADE UP YOUR MIND? WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE?

The last thing  I contemplated leaving, it was my marriage! It was years ago and my husband and I were fighting all the time over money. I had lost my job and could not for the life of me find another one. We lost our house, my car and almost lost each other.

I had actually packed a bag and was heading out the door. With no place to go and no family around I was at the point that I would have actually slept in a homeless shelter than stay in my marriage. I didn’t get married to fight all the time, and that was where we were at.

He begged me to stay and talk now at the time our talks always ended in fighting. However, I still loved my husband so I stayed and for the first time in our marriage we talked, and talked and talked. There was so much build up from all the internalizing I had been doing that we had a lot to talk about.

As sceptic as I was about this change in him I gave him the benefit of the doubt and our marriage turned a corner. We have been together now for many years since then for a total of 17 years now married for 14 and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Through all the trials and heartache, we have endured together I really am glad I stuck it out. Our bond is stronger than ever and I know he is my soul mate. It is life, that we let get in the way that can destroy us. That is no longer a factor we stick together through thick and thin. If we had given up back then we would have missed out on so much.

We never know what life will bring us, it is how we weather the storms together that make us stronger…..

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MEMOIRS OF A BIRTH MOTHER Part 3(THAT FIRST MOTHER’S DAY)

I don’t know about you, but as for me Mother’s Day holds a special meaning to me. That was not always the case 18 years ago. Just days before my daughter’s first birthday, I was a mess. No one can know the utter emptiness you feel that first Mother’s Day after you have given up the one thing that makes it Mother’s Day for you in the first place. What do you do? Do you cry over the loss of the child yet again? Do you spend the night alone contemplating? Do you surround yourself with friends, so you can maybe take your mind off of the pain you feel inside for just five minutes?

I opted to get drunk! I lived in the bottle for quite a while, I would tell myself you deserve it you just gave up a child if anyone deserves a drink here or there it’s you. However, here or there became every day and before I knew it I was drunk going to work, drunk coming home from work, and anytime I felt sad. Alcohol is a great way to numb the pain! At one point I had a friend that drank just as much as I did, comment on how bad I was. What? She was going to sit there and judge me, I was having none of it. I told her to  keep her opinions to herself if she ever had to give up a child she would know how I felt.

I did start to notice that I seemed to be leaking Alcohol from every pore I reeked of it all the time even when I hadn’t had any in hours which was rare. Then the day came Mother’s Day. That simultaneously broke my heart and became what I call today the beginning of my awakening.

Just writing about it now brings up those memories so vividly I can almost smell the scent of stale vodka and smoke. I shutter at the thought of this person I had turned into and am glad I came out of this time of pain and grieve. It got to the point that I couldn’t even recognize the damage I was doing to myself and others around me. I guess that is the definition of an addict. I was an addict for booze! Maybe I just didn’t want to deal with all the feelings that continued to try and surface on a daily basis. I tend to do things in excess and so I did!

I received my daughter’s picture maybe the day before Mother’s Day her official first -year photo and I lost it. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and at the same time I felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest all over again. I of course once again turned to booze (my drink of choice was always Vodka or 151). I always had the mentality go big or go home!

My friend that I was staying with was having a party the night of Mother’s Day and I was too busy drinking my cares away that I never even socialized with anyone. Somewhere in the night I had found my daughter’s picture again and with my favorite bottle in one hand and her picture in the other I began going from person to person telling them it was my first Mother’s Day and this was my daughter.

I think, no I know I was the most annoying person there! No one wants to hear the whining of someone at a party when they are trying to drink their troubles away. I realized at one point in the evening that I was the annoying weirdo and went to my room. With my bottle and my picture. I wound up crying my eyes out and clutching her picture to me as if she could feel my embrace through the picture. In my drunken haze, I started to realize this was it for me if I didn’t change I would spend the rest of my life alone in a dark room with her picture in one hand and a bottle of Smirnoff’s finest in the other.

I knew I couldn’t continue like this and vowed right then to change things. It did take me a few more months, but I got cleaned up on my own and started living again.

I have since then had two boys with the love of my life and have celebrated many a Mother’s Day since then. Mother’s  days is special to me, but that first one is my reminder of how dark someone can get and to never let myself go there again.

No one can know the soul stealing, gut wrenching pain of putting your child up for adoption until it happens. It is something I have lived with every day for nineteen years now. Thank God I was strong enough to combat my demons and learn to move on. If not for that Mother’s Day who knows where I would be.