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Nightgale 4 of 4 –

Posted in #Nightgale with tags on January 26, 2012 by Nellie

The last post for the Nightgale blog challenge (and I’m so, so behind I need to catch up for two weeks).

PROMPT : Writing is Immortality

Keats – “But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retarts: Already with thee! Tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,”(Ode To a Nightingale)

There had to be a better way to handle things. To make track them so that everything didn’t get lost through the bad memory of those that have forgotten in their old age.

Matthew panted and griped the posts, leaning his head against the table. What he was doing was supposed to be an honor. To carry on the the customs of his people. He grit his teeth and barely resisted the urge to cry could against the sensations. No one ever spoke of what the scribe’s assistant was supposed to be. That the powers that looked over his people, they afforded them the ability to live longer than most, in the valley. To not know the plagues that haunted those beyond the mountains. They were to keep their home and follow the laws and not question what gives them the gift that they have. There is only one book that is kept that records those that have lived, married and eventually died.

The sharp hiss of breath broke his thoughts and his teeth ground down on the piece of wood that had been shoved into his mouth. He had wanted to help, he had wanted to serve his people. He didn’t know what it would entail.

He jerked again and the back of his head was slapped. “Don’t move. This is what you wanted, to be part of your immortality?” The Elder dipped the quill again. “This is what it comes down to. You will be part of our tale. You should be proud.” The small pen blade was placed against the skin of Matthew’s back and the old man went onto the next line. “You will be remembered forever, like those before you.” He wiped the blood that fell over the young man’s back as he lay on the table. “We live because of your sacrifice.”

Nightgale Pt 3 of 4

Posted in #Nightgale with tags on January 20, 2012 by Nellie

I need to catch up with everyone’s prompt from last week as well. I’m falling behind on my blogging duties. -_- Anyway, here is this weeks prompt.

PROMPT To Die and become one with Nature

Keats – “Darkling I listen, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die;”(Ode To A Nightingale)

Geoff stumbled along the path, one hand clutching his abdomen. The laughter behind him didn’t do much to help to move much faster.

“What’s the matter, mate. You think you can get away from us? You thought we wouldn’t know what you were doing? You thought wrong. I’m going to make sure you don’t try to be the good guy.” White teeth gleamed in the dark light.

Geoff collapsed against a tree, bracing against a tree and shaking his head. “What did you put in my food?”

Nate tilted his head. “Why Geoffrey, are you accusing me of poisoning you?” He paused and put a foot out, pushing Geoff’s chest against the tree, pulling out a blade. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your lovely wife isn’t alone.” Nate smirked.

Geoff’s eyes shot open and he surged forward. “You keep your DAMN hands off of her!” Both hands reached out towards Nate’s neck.

The man chuckled and glanced down.

Geoff took a breath in but it was hard. He hadn’t been paying attention to the blade so he thrust himself onto it when he tried to get to Nate.

“Later, mate.” Nate pulled the blade back and Geoff’s body fell back against the tree. He turned around and whistled as he walked away.

Geoff gasped as he felt warm blood spill out and soak his shirt. He knew he should have turned down the job. But Sevah had a baby on the way. He figured a little extra money would help out. He brushed aside her worries with a laugh a kiss. His fingers curled around the root of the tree, looking up at the sky. The stars kept wavering in his vision.

“Sevah, I am so sorry. I wish I could be around for our child.” His breath rattled in his throat and he stilled, fingers clenched in their death grip around the tree as his blood seeped out into the ground.

* * *
The woman strode through the forest, clutching the small bundle“Sevah! Sevah, would you wait?”

“You have nothing that I want to hear, Nate. I said no the first time, and it’s still no.”

The man charged after her, grabbing hold of her arm as she reached the edge of the trees. “I only want to help you out. Geoff would want me to.”

Sevah jerked free and glared at him, blonde strands escaping from the braid trailing down her back. “It was your job to make sure he made it back. I can manage taking care of Philia just fine without getting married to the next man to come along. And you’re not the first.”

Nate scowled and let out a breath. “Would you please, sit down?”

She put a hand on her hip and glanced around, sitting down on the growth of the tree she stopped at. It had been a lovely day before he came along. The bundle fussed and she moved the fabric back so that the sun would shine on the little girl’s face.

“I know you still love Geoff. I’m just looking to help you take care of his baby. I think it would be better if you married me. I don’t expect a lot. I just want to help you.” Nate grinned at her.

Sevah frowned. She stared at him while Philia stared up at the leaves of the tree and started to giggle. “I don’t know-“ She stopped and looked down at her baby and followed her gaze upwards.

The tree didn’t look to have any other buds on it but there, color amongst the branches was a blue lily. They were hard to find. And they were her favorite. Geoff had wanted to name their child after the place that they had come from.

“No, I don’t think I will, Nate. In fact, I don’t think I want anything do to with you.” Sevah rose up, the little girl still looking at the flower. “Don’t ask me again.” She turned and walked away, leaving him opened mouthed.

Kind of a cheesy ending? I think I might have gone with a different ending if my jaw wasn’t bothering me right now.

Nightgale Pt 2 (of 4)

Posted in #Nightgale with tags on January 14, 2012 by Nellie

And I completely forgot to do this on Thursday night like I had wanted to. Ugh. I’m hoping to catch up with everything this weekend.

January 12th – PROMPT Immortality comes to you, you do not go to Immortality

Shelley- “Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?… No voice from sublimer world hath ever, To sage or poet these responses given – Therefore the name of God and ghosts and Heaven, Remain the records of their vain endeavour,”(Hymn To Intellectual Beauty)

She sat on the rock, watching the water come in and out. The white tipped waves crashed on the beach. The smell of the salt in the air clung to her skin, the taste on her lips. The wind blew her hair back so that it fluttered like gossamer strands on the wind. Thing fingers plucked at the dress that was soaked from the knees down.

Celia ran her fingers over the scars that ran along her thing arms. No matter how much she might hurt herself, she could never do it the right way or make the decision to do the last and final act. Maybe it was to get attention, maybe not. She never wanted the attention. She just was tired of feeling like she didn’t belong. Of being alone.

She didn’t fit in anywhere.

Perhaps it is like they said, that she was born in the wrong time, that she should have been born earlier. But then they said that as they were making fun of her. She wasn’t some weepy Victorian lady. She wasn’t pining for anything or anyone. She just wanted to feel like she fit in somewhere. The water didn’t judge her. It did the same thing every day and every night. It was eternal.

She wanted to be eternal like that but she wasn’t made out of water.

The moon glimmered on something in the water. She squinted her eyes. It was too quick and was gone before she could focus.

The water was rising up towards her as she sat on her perch, her toes in the wet substance. There was another splash that sounded, more than just the surf going in and out and she looked up. Celia chewed her lip and glanced up. The closer the sound was, the harder it was to see, even in the moonlight. The surf was rough. She felt like there was someone there.

“Hello? Is anyone out there? “

The ocean answered her with the only answer it had. She let out a breath and looked down as the water inched higher.

The face staring back at her caused her to scream and jerk her legs back. She stared, wide eyed and pulled back further, almost tumbling over, even as he smiled at her.

A long tail flicked out of the water and he held out a hand. His eyes were large and dark in the light, wet hair was slicked back from his face. He didn’t say anything other than gesture with his hands for her to come forward. His bare chest was scared and there looked to be a bite mark on his shoulder.

She glanced over her shoulder to the faint lights of the houses that sat up on the hill and the party that she left and wanted no part of before looking back to the man. His lips had started to tilt down but his face brightened when she looked back to him and slowly reached out to take his hand.

The water looked ever so inviting.

Nightgale the 1st

Posted in #Nightgale, challenges with tags on January 5, 2012 by Nellie

Keats: “That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim:” (Ode To A Nightingale)

January Blog Challenge

“There is nothing there.” Chandra frowned at Sam.

The girls sat on the swinging porch, taking turns pushing bare feet.

“Yes, there is. I’ve seen it every night. I think it’s a stalker but mom just yells at me and goes back to watching her tv.” A grimace and Sam turned a heavy switchblade around in her hands, thumb sliding up and down the onyx handle. “I think that she’d only notice if I was gone when there isn’t so much laundry to do.”

“You do most of it yourself, anyway.”

“Exactly.” Sam gave a shrug and pushed a flop of light brown hair out of her face.

“Well, here then.” Chandra reached down to where her bag sat and pulled out a bottle. “The good stuff. Trust me, you’ll like it.”

Sam made a face and glanced around before opening the bottle and taking a swing of it. “Blech, why does it taste so acrid.”

“It’s supposed to taste like that. After a few more sips, you won’t mind it.” Chandra smiled and stared at her, watching as her friend paled.

“You want some?” Sam offered the bottle back to her.

“No, I shouldn’t. They are checking me when I come home. I can keep it here, right?”

Another shrug and Sam took a sip before shoving the bottle back at her friend and leaning over the banister to vomit over what was left of her mother’s roses.

“Oh and maybe it was the poison I put in that makes it seem bad. Seems that you do have someone watching but…” Chandra snorted “I want him. He’s totally cute. He says he’s some kind of fae. I don’t remember. You were the one who was always interested in that. But he’s going to make me a god damn princess and I don’t have to listen to anyone every again. Cause I’ll be in charge. “ She grinned, getting up to pat Sam on the back. “Toodles, babe. Maybe I’ll name a wing of my new castle after you.”


And to edit yesterday’s post: A minimum of 200 words for the challenge. My fault on that. Enjoy!