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Lyric Warm-Up Writing – Evermore

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So, having seen Beauty and the Beast yesterday I am all about that soundtrack, and sweet Faerierebel gave me this prompt because she was first onboard this new obsession. So here we have something little, something part prose, part poem, all heartache. Enjoy…

Evermore

Life could be so cruel, life could be so tragic. And yet the heart keeps hoping. The heart keeps wanting.

And I let you into my melancholy heart.

You’re there in every moment, thoughts plague me. I can’t shake you and you are not mine to keep.

The first moment I saw you, I felt the connection. You walked into my heart like you walked through the open door. Call it clichéd if you want but I know my instincts are always right. The moment you walked into my life I knew what we could be to each other, the passion, the pleasure, the happiness. And I yearn for happiness. My life has not had much of it lately. The sadness held me so tight it almost took my life.

And then you walked into my melancholy heart, one smile and you inscribed your name deep on my soul.

Yet the melancholy remains, no happiness to be had. You are not mine. You’re hers instead.

And I can do nothing but watch and pretend that I can bear to watch you make her smile. Pretend that I am happy for you are her happiness, her contentment. I fix a smile in place and try to fake it until I make it to being happy for you both and not seething green inside with envy.

Why did you walk into my heart if you never planned to let me into yours? You smiled at me like you knew it too and then the moment was gone as she flew into your arms.

But I can’t let this break me. I can’t fall to the darkness where I was before. You’re so far beyond my reach though you’re always within my grasp. So close and yet so far, and I must not let it destroy me. The heart keeps hoping, the heart keeps wanting.

The nights are long and full of aching and I know I cannot keep waiting for something that will not happen. You are hers. You are her happiness.

But when you glanced this way, I thought I saw… No one has ever looked at me that way before.

And so, my heart keeps hoping, my heart keeps wanting.

And my melancholy heart will be yours for evermore.

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Lyric Warm-Up Writing 28: Say Goodbye

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It’s been a while, I’ve been working on some novel stuff but I know I need to get back into a good habit of writing. I had a request for more Rachel and Herger, so here we go. (If there is someone you want more of, feel free to ask. Sometimes it helps to know who I’m meant to write for.)

You can find more of Rachel’s stories so far here and here. Technically you can find another couple of drabbles, but I’ll leave that for you to work out or you can wait for the big reveals. For now, enjoy today’s story.

Say Goodbye

“I didn’t realise today was Saint Patrick’s Day,” Matthew said as he stepped inside the tent. He looked hot and sweaty even though the day was completely overcast. And he had smudges of dirt all over his face.

“What are you talking about, Matty?” Rachel got up from the desk and grabbed the packet of wet wipes. She pulled free one, and treating Matthew like she would her own son, she started to clean his face off for him.

“You look green.”

“I do not,” Rachel replied. She was trying to recall if she could have gotten any green ink on her face but she was sure she had not even used her green pen today.

“You do. I guess it’s because a certain professor is back today.”

“Oh, shut your face.” Rachel threw the dirty wipe at Matthew. Her cheeks had instantly turned pink at the mention of Herger. Yes, she was, in fact, feeling quite sick at the thought of his return. She was dreading him returning with a spring in his step and an immovable smile on his face.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want him happy. She just was sick with jealousy that it was someone else that held his heart and created his happiness.

“Ah, so it’s true. You wear the green face for the professor.”

“You’re so full of it.”

“I think you’re the one full of it. Full of the lurve. I might have to go and cry for my broken heart.”

“As I already said, you’re so full of it,” Rachel said. She couldn’t help but laugh as he pantomimed dying of a broken heart. “And no, I’m just busy trying to get things ready for my absence, remember I’m going to be gone for a week. I leave first thing in the morning.”

“So then the professor can pine after you while you’re gone. I like it, good balance.”

“Pine after me? Did you have another of the poles fall on your head? Or is this exhaustion speaking?”

“Why shouldn’t he? You’re beautiful, you’re gorgeous! You’re every man’s dream.”

“And you’re full of it.”

Matthew was sweet but he was clearly a bit crazy. Herger had not looked at her before the fashion beauty came into his life, or back into it as some people said. He would not be looking at her now.

“I have to get going, Matthew. Herger gets in on the tiny plane of doom in an hour and he will need a ride back to the village.”

“Give him a kiss from me,” Matthew said and winked at Rachel. He left her to pack up her bag and find the keys to take Herger’s rental car and go and pick him up.

Rachel was still shaking her head at Matthew’s antics when she got in the car. She felt physically sick as she pulled out from the site and down the gravel road, dust kicking up in her rear view as she accelerated too quickly. She arrived at the airport to find out that Herger had been delayed, he would not be coming in just a half hour before she would fly out to head home to Shaun for his school camp as she had promised.

Heart heavy but moderately relieved at the same time, Rachel drove back to the bed and breakfast house that she and a few of the others were staying in. She stayed up late packing, distracted often by thoughts of Herger. Many of them quite x-rated. She fell into bed around one in the morning and dreamed.

“Does it hurt much?”

“If I say yes, will you stay with me?” She looked up into his bright eyes. They were a bright blue tonight, sometimes they almost seemed green. It was the first time that she had been this close to stare into them. Herger was leaning down over her looking at her wound where the bullet had grazed her.

“I shall stay even if you say no.”

“Then I shall say it did hurt but it feels numb after what they put on it. It went cold.”

“I am pleased to hear that. You were very lucky.”

“I know, I hope Els is okay. We never thought another woman would betray us like that. Not for him.”

“You cannot underestimate the selfishness of people,” Herger said and gently moved the bandage to look at her wound.

She smiled as she watched him look at it. He was so close, maybe she should wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. Surely he would not reject the injured woman….

Rachel woke up feeling exhausted. It had been a strange dream, one of those ones that were clearly set in the past but Herger was still Herger. It was also one of the most G-rated dreams she’d had about him in a while.

Rachel dressed and headed for the airport. At least Herger’s car would be there when he arrived, in case he was late again. She could leave the keys with the woman in the office. Airport was kind of a generous term, it was more an airstrip with a building.

“Rachel. Hello.”

“Herger. Goodbye.” Rachel replied with a laugh. Her stomach was doing back flips at the sight of him. She tried not to turn into a lovesick fool gazing at him but she was sure that her cheeks were blushing of their own accord.

“Goodbye?”

“I’m off for the week to my son’s school camp.”

“I completely forgot.”

“I’m sure your mind has been on other things while you’ve been away,” Rachel replied and tried not to sound sad or bitter about that. It was not her place to be, no matter her feelings for him. “Matthew has everything under control and he can fill you in on what’s been happening. I’ll be back in a week.”

Remembering the car keys she quickly gave them to Herger before she ended up flying away with them. Without thinking she leant up and kissed Herger’s cheek as he took the keys. She actually kissed him goodbye and she was traumatised by it. Forcing a laugh, she blushed and tried not to look away. “That was from Matthew. He dared me. Tell him he owes me twenty when I get back. See you then.”

Tripping over her luggage, Rachel beat a hasty retreat from Herger and went to get her bag on the plane before she boarded. She could see him from her window but was unable to make out his face. She did notice him wave as the plane taxied and she waved back to him.

She hoped Matthew would back her up on the dare, and he had told her to give Herger a kiss from him after all. A week was a long time, maybe Herger would have forgotten about it when she got back. One could hope, right?

 

Lyric Warm-Up Writing – Blind but I’m Still Alive

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I fell in love with this song on Reign. Who knows how many times I’ve listened to it, and now it has inspired words. Those of you who have read City of the Wiccad might recognise a name in it. Those who have not need fear not, it will not impact on your ability to enjoy this story which I know will become more. I am excited for what it will become. Enjoy!

Blind but I’m Still Alive

**Eiren**

She could see the rain falling on the mountains. It would reach her by nightfall if it did not exhaust itself on the hilltops.

Eiren hoped it exhausted itself. She was only recently dry and warm again and she was not ready to go back to being damp and chilled to the bones.

Her real name was not Eiren but it was the name that had been given to her by the Blue Lady, Brighid, who had also given her this task. Go and find the girl who would inherit Brighid’s role: Druidess, healer, witch, leader. While there were many Druids among the people, both male and female, there could only be one Druidess. One High Priestess in each generation to guide the people and be the voice of the Goddesses, be the chosen daughter of Danu – She who was once called Diana.

Eiren had met the woman who was now a goddess, though generations had passed since she first met Diana. Her daughter Brighid had grown from Maid to Mother and now become Crone. And Eiren remained as she had always been, a young woman who appeared no more than eighteen.

Brighid was near her end and ready to pass into the next realm, hopefully, to be reunited with her beloved mother once more. But Brighid could not rest and pass on until the new Druidess was found. So, for the sake of friendship and a favour, Eiren was now seeking out this person. The first mortal woman who would begin the line of Druidess. A vision had been given of the girl who had been chosen and it seemed she was a wild one.

She lived in the old lands and Brighid was too frail to travel, so Eiren went for her knowing that when she returned Brighid would help her. Eiren was blessed or cursed with extraordinary and wild powers that she could never control, powers which saw her barely ever age and never die. For finding the new Druidess, Brighid would help Eiren take control of her magic and, Fates willing, help Eiren to age and know the life of a mortal.

But first Eiren had to find this girl and convince her to return and take on this great responsibility. It would be no easy task. Her name was Leonoria and she was not one for doing what was expected and required of her.

** Leonoria**

Her hands covered her eyes. She was not sure how she could have been so foolish. The blood stung her eyes as she stumbled in the dark. No idea where she was going other than she needed to keep moving. She was soaked, the night cold, and she was near blind from the blood that would not seem to stop running from her head wound.

She did not blame Rex, she should never have taken her brother’s horse. It had seemed logical, a dark horse on a dark night, rather than her bright white filly. She had never been able to handle the stallion as well, and when the lightning had flashed she could not control him at all.

Rex had spooked and unseated her. She had fallen and he had reared again with the next burst of thunder and lightning before fleeing toward home presumably. She had not seen where he had gone as his hoof had struck her forehead. The blow had dazed her, blood from the wound had blinded her and then the rain of the sudden storm had saturated through cloak and clothing.

Now she stumbled in the mud in the direction she hoped she would find aid. Surely if Rex had returned home that would cause alarm and she would be known to be gone. The trouble she would be in was far less terrifying than the trouble she was currently in.

Leonoria knew it was foolish to sneak out against her father’s wishes. Especially for the sake of what he saw as witchcraft and sin. But it was a special night and the Old Ones were meeting again and Leonoria was hoping she might be allowed to drink their special brew again. She had such dreams when she did and she wished to have them again. She saw herself grown to womanhood and living a life that suited her well. And she saw herself with a man, son of a wolf they called him, and he wished to win her. In her dreams many wished to win her, to win a place at her side, but he was the only one she wished to win.

Now she would not make it to the gathering, she would not have the dreams again, and she would be punished most forcefully when she finally returned home. Or when she was finally found and returned home.

The rain was so heavy and the night so dark that Leonoria did not even know if she journeyed in the right direction. The haze in her eyes from the blood and the rain did not help matters. If only she had known about this storm she would never have set out tonight on Rex. But it was hard to change your actions after the fact.

Leonoria had slipped in the mud again when she heard a horse approaching she hoped it might be Rex returning to her, feared it was her father, grew terrified that it might be outlaws, and was completely stunned when the horse and rider approached and the rider seemed to be a woman.

She jumped from the horse before it had even stilled and held out her hand to Leonoria. “Come with me if you wish to live.”

Leonoria was hesitant, she did not know this young woman at all, but if she was to trust her initial instinct she should trust her. In fact, her initial instinct was to get this young woman to safety and get her dry again.

Leonoria took the offered hand and together they scrambled on to the horse. The young woman turned the horse and they galloped off in the other direction.

Leonoria had no idea if they headed toward or away from her home but she felt elated. For all that events had not gone as planned this night, she felt as though they might have and she was right where she needed to be. Or heading there.

Leonoria had always been one to trust her instincts. And they told her that adventure waited.

And also, that her father was going to be so angry his head might explode from his shoulders.

Leonoria did not let it worry her, though, instead she closed her eyes and held tight to the slim woman as she guided the horse through the dark and stormy night. That way nothing could cause her worry. Not even the mixture of blood and water that was trying to get into her eyes.

 

 

 

Lyric Warm-Up Writing – So Sick About It

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So I’m trying to start the week off as I mean to begin (and not let this lingering cough keep me down), so I decided to start my day off with words. A more modern song but it took me to an older time. Not quite sure who this new character is but perhaps a past life of someone. I suppose we shall see if I the muse is prodded to bring more to the story. Enjoy.

So Sick About It

It was all too easy to avoid Robert. For the first time, the lack of freedom afforded Olivia worked to her advantage.

She had no wish to see the man she had dreamed might woo her, might love her. To see him in such a scandalous state with her cousin had been a shock that left her sick to her stomach. Not to mention the anger that came with the realisation he preferred her cousin, Veronica. Veronica was a nasty and spiteful girl. Olivia’s hair still did not sit right on the side that Veronica had hacked off while she lay sleeping.

And yet it had been Veronica that had been in his lap. Veronica that he had been kissing.

Olivia was heartsick.

Robert had sent her letters, visited the house many times to request her company over the last two weeks but Oliva had burned the letters and refused to leave her room. She had to leave her room for meals, to sit across from Veronica and see her smug and taunting smile made Olivia lose her appetite.

Her! He had chosen that…that…

The only time that Olivia left her house was after dark when no one else knew. She would climb out of her bedroom window and go for a walk around the apple orchard.

“Miss Atherton?”

The sound of her name startled Olivia as she walked. The sight of Robert made her stomach lurch. His clothes were dishevelled and he seemed to have a twig in his hair. He had clearly been on the ground and Olivia could only think of one reason he might be lying on the ground in the orchard so late in the evening.

Clearly, she had just missed Veronica.

“Good evening,” she replied and turned on her heel to walk away. It seemed his involvement with her cousin had gone even beyond kisses and Olivia did not wish for him to see her crying over him. He was obviously not the man she thought he had been and he did not deserve to know she cared so much.

“Please, Miss Atherton. I have been trying to explain the incident with your cousin.”

“Incident? Is that we are calling it?”

“It was not what you believe, Miss Atherton.”

“Oh, and I suppose I am wrong about why you are in the orchard, Mister Johnson?” How stupid did Robert think she was? Just because Olivia was not worldly like her cousin and had not been with men as she had, that did not mean Olivia knew nothing of such things. “Never mind, your life has nothing to do with me.”

“I had hoped my life would be very important to you.”

“I hardly think you have room in your life for my concerns with my cousin sharing your bed.”

“Excuse me?”

Olivia turned and began to walk away, she had said too much.

“Miss Atherton, wait.” Robert rushed forward and stopped in front of Olivia.

Olivia tried to sidestep him and tripped over a tree root. She sprawled onto the ground. From the pain in her ankle, she had sprained it. Wonderful.

“Olivia?” Robert knelt beside her and tried to help her sit up.

Olivia smacked his hand away. She did not want his help. She could imagine this whole scene would make Veronica laugh until her sides hurt when she was told. “Get away from me, just go back to Veronica and laugh at me.”

“I do not understand.”

“Just leave me alone, Mister Johnson.” Olivia struggled to her feet, refusing his aid but could not hide her pained look when she put her weight on her left foot.

“You are hurt?”

“More than you know.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I am fine. Just leave me alone.”

“Not while you are hurt, whatever you think of me I am not going to leave you hurt and alone in the orchard.”

“Oh, so you would escort me home and have my family think that it was I that you seduced in the orchard and not my cousin?”

Robert looked at Olivia with an almost comical expression. His mouth opened and closed and no sound came out. He shook his head after a moment and tried again. “I did not seduce your cousin in the orchard.”

“No, I suppose you would not need to. She probably arranged it herself.”

“I did not mean…I fell asleep. I, I have never seduced your cousin and if you would let me explain.”

“I hardly wish to know more of your dalliances or hear your confessions of love for my cousin. I wish you both happiness,” Olivia said though her tone seemed to contradict her words.

Robert let out a frustrated sigh. “Miss Atherton, I am not in love with your cousin, nor am I trying to seduce her. What you saw…”

“Was you two in a most heated embrace.”

“She kissed me.”

“You hardly seemed to be fighting her off.”

“I was surprised.”

“Oh, I am quite sure.” Olivia’s words dripped with sarcasm. He had appeared to be returning the kiss. That was his business.

“I had told her that she wasted her time on me.”

“Oh yes, I can see that would lead to kissing.”

“Olivia!”

“Mister Johnson, please leave me to make my way home.”

“Not until you listen to me.”

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest and stood there, wobbling on one foot as she tried to keep any pressure off the other. “And why should I?”

“Because I wish to explain. It aches me to think that you are hurting over something that should not have happened.”

“I assure you, I am not hurting.”

“I have known you all our lives, Miss Atherton. I know when you are hurting. I know when you are happy, sad, ill, pretending to not be. I know you, Miss Atherton. Because I love you. I told your cousin as much and when she heard you approaching she threw herself at me.”

Olivia’s arms fell from her chest and she was now the one with the comical expression. He seemed so sincere and that was something that Olivia had always prized in Robert. Before she could reply with anything more than a silent opening of her mouth there was the noise of Cabal, her father’s hunting dog. Followed by her father and Uncle Reginald.

“I never thought it would be true.”

“Veronica said you might be here.”

The two men spoke at them rapidly and ignored both as they tried to reply. Olivia stomped her foot and screamed in pain which finally silenced the men of her family.

“Please, Father. It is not what it appears to be and if you would let me explain.”

Robert shot her a look and she supposed the irony of her now saying those words was not lost on him. Perhaps things were not always as they seemed to be when you stumbled upon a situation.

 

 

Lyric Warm-Up Writing – No Captain Will Save Our Souls

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It’s been a while but I think I’m finally starting to get on the other side of this wretched illness. And so today, finally I am inspired to do some a new lyric prompted writing. I do hope you enjoy this story. I think perhaps one day I’d like to write more of it.

No Captain Will Save Our Souls

It was said that a son born of man and mermaid would command the seas and bring back great bounty each voyage. And so many a sailor searched the seas for the beauty beneath the waves.

A mermaid brought from the sea against her will would grow legs if kept from her home for three nights, a mermaid kept from the sea for three turns of the moon would never be able to sink beneath the waves again. And so, mermaids were captured and kept from their homes, they became as mortal women but with a desperate longing for the seas and the family they could never return to.

A son born to a sailor was celebrated. A daughter more often returned to the seas of her mother. She was no mermaid herself and the sea claimed her life.

The mermaids changed. Whereas once they might have fallen in love with a sailor and willingly given their tails for legs, now they would cheerfully drown any sailor who came into their waters.

The hatred in the hearts of the mermaids was passed down and with the aid of their siren sisters, they lured many ships into storms, against jagged rocks, or simply called sailors to jump from the decks.

Time passed and man forgot the stories, but the merfolk never forgot and they never forgave. For each mermaid stolen to land against her will, they would kill a thousand men. For each daughter drowned by a heartless man, they would kill another thousand. They would not be happy until all men had been punished for the wrongs that had been done.

**

Katilea took great pleasure in her task and always had but it changed and became something more when tragedy struck. While it was uncommon for a mermaid to be stolen now from the waters, men could still take their lives. Her sister had been killed by fishermen. They had pulled her body in their nets and then made it into exhibit charging people to come and see the mermaid. From the water, Katilea had watched as the dead body of her sister was poked and prodded by these people for the price of a coin. Some people had been horrified, others they had laughed.

And then on the fourth day, the body had been dumped back into the sea. In life or death, after three nights, a stolen mermaid’s tail would turn to legs. They could make no more money off her so they dumped her.

Katilea had taken the body back to her family. Her anger at the men grown to something dangerous.

“I swear it Kaliewai, each man will be punished. Each of those who laughed at you, who screamed at the sight of you, who made a mockery of your life, they shall be punished. I swear it on the stone of Amana, they will be punished for what has been done to you.”

She rose back to the surface near to the town of the men when her sister was at peace. Fishermen’s boats lined the wooden docks, waiting for the tide to change so they could put out. Katilea did not know which boat had first captured her sister, but they all had a part in her humiliation and so, they would all pay.

They would find the fish gone from where they once caught them. Storms would come for them. And Katilea would lure wicked souls into the depths and cheerfully drown them. They would get what was coming to them. Each and every soul would suffer.

It was what they deserved.

**

“Come, Eren. You have not smiled in a week.”

“And why should I smile, we found and destroyed something wondrous.”

“Are you still going on about that trick? It was just a woman, she probably just washed into our nets.” Berk clipped Eren on the shoulder and pushed him toward the boat. “No time for daydreams now. We sail on the tide.”

“Yes, Uncle,” Eren replied. He obediently followed his uncle onto the boat and began to work on the nets ready for them to released when they were out to sea.

He did not stop thinking about the body of the beautiful woman. He was sure the stories of his grandmother when he had been a boy had spoken of mermaids growing legs if kept on land. He was certain this woman had been a magical creature from the depths and something to be honoured. Instead, against his wishes, his uncle had made her a sideshow, making himself extra coins to show her off.

Eren sighed and leant against the starboard railing of the boat, looking out across the waves where they would soon travel. He glimpsed something in the water, something sitting out of the water. He could have sworn he saw a head, shoulders, a beautiful face but then she vanished beneath the waves.

“They are real,” Eren murmured.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Uncle.” Eren knew better than to suggest to his uncle that he had seen a mermaid, even though he was certain he had. Perhaps they had come for the body of the beautiful woman when he had returned her to the water. He could not let her stay on land and he had returned her to the sea before his uncle could have her thrown in a nameless grave.

Eren hoped her family had come for her. He had never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. She could be put to rest with her family and mourned properly.

It was what she deserved.