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Silver Challis

“Alas! She laughed as he swooped into the parlor like some minor royalty. “He has surely forgotten his station!” She turned her silver Challis toward he lips and drank of the blood within., no one noticing as she licked a stray drop from her lip. “Soon, he would be reminded,” she smiled.

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One November Day

It is the first day of November, and so today, someone will die. Next year, Dia de los Muertes will become real for us. Always before we have watched, seen the costumes, smelled the food, next year our tears will be real. That day, we remember.

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Moonlight Ravine

The only sound in the forest was the crunch of leaves underfoot. That silence told me something that my mother had taught me as a child. When the birds stop their singing and the squirrels cease their chatter, there is a reason. DSCN2143

As I reached the edge of a sharp-edged boulder, I stopped and listened for a moment. Getting between a mother bear and her cubs was a bad idea, I reminded myself. I listened for the noisy crunch and possible growling of bears,but nothing caught my attention..

Though it was nearing dusk, the sun peeked though the clouds for a moment and I expected to hear the forest fill up with sound again. Nothing.

It was November 1st, “Los Dias de los Muertes” I thought, half smiling. I began to let my mind wander. I had always heard that an ancient battle between Native Americans took place near this rock. In fact, it was know as “Broken Skull Rock.” I assumed that the name referred more to the shape of the jagged rock, split into two sharp pieces, than it did to an actual event. But no one seemed to know for sure.

The sun disappeared behind the mountain, and soon the darkness began to creep in. I felt a spider web hit my face as I quickened my step to get back to the clearing where I’d parked. An owl let out its call, and a shiver went up my spine.

A wisp of smoke appeared from the chimney of an old cabin across a steep ravine. I froze in my footsteps as I hear the creaking of a door and saw a glint of light coming through in the shadows.

“Hello?” I called, hoping to warn the cabins’ inhabitant of my presence. I got no answer. I could see the glint of a candle though the window, as the light faded. My heart began to race.. No one was supposed to have lived here for years.

The owls call rang out again. I heard the door creek shut again. A sliver of moonlight appeared through newly barren trees. I looked back across the ravine and found myself lying on my belly, having tripped over a root. My ankle throbbing, my head pounding,, I saw my car a hundred yards ahead.

From now on, I would take my hikes in the park on “Los Dias de los Muertes!”

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Phantom Raids

He slipped through the forest without a sound, even the birds did not stop their chirping as he went by.

Out upon the edge of the mesa, he looked down to the canyon below. There, he saw what he was looking for. Quietly, in the soft light of dawn, he crept behind the wagon where the horses were grazing. They looked up, but with a soft motion of his hand, they settled down with barely a sound. Gently, he unhobbled the horses as they softy moved around. The whistling of the wind covered any sound they made as the first streak of light appeared above the ridge top. By the time the settlers in the wagon awoke, he was back with his people beyond the mesa, and the horses were there too, running with the others he had taken in Phantom Raids.

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Joseph and the Zombie

She walked into the restaurant/bar and sat down by another girl about her age-maybe in college?

Robyn didn’t usually frequent places with bars at night-alone, but her friends daughter was sick, so she decided to visit the place she often visited with friends from the university, hoping to meet up with some of them.

 Meeting up with someone she knew was more difficult than she expected, since everyone was in costume, and most had their faces disguised with make up or covered. The girl beside her was dressed up as a “Jeanie”, bottle in hand. Robyn was dressed as “Tinkerbelle”, a costume she felt a little silly dressed in, but she had liked the colors and the innocence of it.

 Soon Robyn and “Jeanie” were talking. They didn’t reveal their identities, but found out that they both went to the same university. After they discovered that they shared the same major, they had decided to try to discover their true identity at school the next day and get a laugh out of having knew each other from class, but not recognizing each other in costume.

 The evening went on, Robyn got up and danced with a handsome pirate who had ask asked for her company. Soon, she lost track on “Jeanie” and returned to her seat at the bar. The Pirate, who called himself “Joseph” and said he worked at a computer store near by seemed nice. Robyn sipped her drink as he told her about himself.

 The next thing Robyn remembered was walking up in an empty apartment, feeling like she had a hangover, and fearing she had done more than drink the rest of her drink at the bar. She looked around, but, saw no one. Fortunately her clothes wee folded neatly on a chair and she saw that she was dressed in a silky black robe. She hurriedly got dressed, and looked out the door.

 Not knowing where she was, she called a taxi to take her to her fraternity house. The clock said*:15 am, so she hurried dressed and made it to her 9:30 class, hoping to recognize the :Jeanie” from the night before. She didn’t have to wait long. A girl dressed in solid black, with earring shaped like spiderwebs came up to her and said, “Hi, I’m Jasmine, the girl from the bar last night.”

 For a moment, Robyn just stared, not knowing what to say or do. Suddenly, Jasmine smiled and took her hand. “Oh, I know why I couldn’t find you now,” she laughed.

 Still confused, Robyn whispered, “What?”

 “You met Joseph, didn’t you?” Jasmine said, head turned to one side, earring swaying.

“How did you know? Robyn said, shaking now, wondering if Jasmine had been in on it.

“Most every girl in the the frat house has ‘met’ him at one time or another.” Jasmine sighed. “Don’t worry, she said, patting Robyn’s shoulder, you’ll be alright”

 “Alright?” Robyn hissed.” I woke up in a hotel room with a black robe on, my clothes on a chair, not knowing how I got there or what had happened.”

 “Joseph is not his real name, no one knows what it is. He waits for a girl to go to the restroom or talk to a friend and exchanges her drink for one called a “Zombie” with a little bit of added ingredients.” Jasmine said.

 “And then what, waits till you can;t remember anything, takes you to a motel and rapes you?”Robin said, horrified.

 “NO, he doesn’t rape you, Robyn.” Jasmine, smiled, “ He just makes you a member of -um-group.”

 “Group, what group,” Robyn said, a tea flowing down her cheek.

 Slowly, Jasmine, flipped Robins long curly hair across her shoulder, and took a mirror from her pocket. On her neck, Robyn gasped, as she saw two marks.

 “Joseph is a Zombie, well, an a bit of a Vampire, you might say.” Jasmine told her as she put away the mirror. You can’t tell anyone what happened, that’s his only rule. If you don’t tell, you will never see him again. But if you do, you will never be rid of him,”

 “How do you know,” Robyn asked Jasmine.

 She smiled again as she turned away “I told.” she said simply and walked out the door.

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Rainbow Falls

“Maria!” Her mother shouted, her voice drowned out by the thunder of the waterfall. “Maria!”

Nothing. She had looked down at a trillium on the side of the trail for only a moment and when she looked up her six-year-old daughter was no where to be seen.

Maria’s mother, Amailia’s heart was beating out of her chest. Maria was a bright and curious child, just like her mother. Something had caught her eye and she had skipped off to explore it. How many times had Amailia done this to her mother as a child, exploring the deep forest of the Appalachians? Her mother would spot an insect, a flower, some unusual lichen clinging to a rock or perhaps a dead limb, and her attention would be drawn temporarily away from her equally curious child and when she looked up, Amalia would be gone.

“O.K.” Amailia thought, “she can’t be far, I only looked away a second.” Then, the roar of the waterfall down the trail interrupted her hopeful thoughts again. As she looked around hopefully, screaming Maria’s name, Amailia began running down the damp, steep path, brushing aside the ferns and saplings as she rushed towards the sound of the waterfall in the distance.

As Amalia saw the mist rising from the waterfall, her voice began to fail her. Tears ran down her cheeks, as she saw tiny tracks leaving the trail and heading towards the brush that grew by the side of the falls. At the end of this brushy area, the waterfall appeared suddenly as it thundered down the side of the mountain. Her legs were failing her, cramping as she slipped down the side trail where she had seen the foot prints.

As she neared the falls, the footprints stopped. The trail became overgrown again. Confused, Amalia looked around for Maria. It was as if her daughters footprints had just ended. Amalia stood silently, listening hopefully for the sound of her daughter as she crept through the lush green of the forest floor. She began to inch quietly down the trail towards the waterfall, all the while, her eyes searching for some sign of movement. Suddenly, she looked up and saw within the mist of the waterfall, a beautiful rainbow.

For some reason, she pushed aside the wild flowers and brush as she came towards the rainbow and the thundering falls. There, on a rock, sat a tiny form, dark curls winding around her shoulders. It was though Maria was in a trance as she watched the cascades of water hitting the pool at the bottom of the falls.

“Maria!” Amalia cried out, grabbing her daughter up in her arms. “You know better than to wander off when we are hiking,” she fussed as she wiped away a tear.

“What’s the matter, mommy?” Maria smiled. “You said we were going to Rainbow Falls.” She pointed toward the rainbow that had formed in the mist above the swirling water. “I just followed the little deer, I could hear the water from the falls and just followed her.”

Amalia sat down on the rock by the water. She spotted the tiny deer drinking from the river by it’s mother. She wondered how her daughter had chosen to follow the little deer down a safe, but rarely used trail, rather than taking the sleep trial by the edge of the falls.

“Follow the rainbow.” her mother had told her as a child. “It leads to a pot of gold!” Maybe not today, but it did leead to her daughter and that was surrey a more precious gift.

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The Winds of the world

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

I am the mother of the earth. From within my soul comes life, hope, dreams. Yet within my tears flow death, fear, agony. I am all. I am what is, what was, and what will be. Close your eyes and imagine me as you would like, because that is what I am. You mold me into your beautiful form or let me lie, unattended and alone. Take me, hold me, give me the beauty inside your mind.

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Life After Death

She never quite had what others got so easily, it seems. She worked twice as hard and got half as much. Still, every summer she would find a way for a seed or two to curl their heads into the sun, sprout fuzzy, perhaps a bit prickly leaves that soon became a bud.One day, the bud would begin to open, showing its crimson soul. For a few days it would magnify itself, command comments on it’s beauty, then it would begin its trip home.

Fall would come, she would hake her brown fluted bowl of seeds in the wind and finally succumb to winders cold and wind, break open and spread her seeds. And then spring would come again, and season after season, she would struggle to produce those lovely, fleeting blossoms.

One year, someone mowed down her beautiful blossom, but she fought on for many years. Sun, rain, wind, cold, her strength lie somewhere inside that tiny seed. One autumn, it seemed no pod had formed,

no one noticed the one hidden in the soil. The poppy no longer bloomed in the place it had always been, But in the spring, a child scratched out a tiny patch around a new plant by her sandbox. She lined it with stones from the creek and soon, a beautiful red flower appeared.

“What is this, mommy?” she asked one day.

“Oh, my! A poppy!” mommy gasped. “My Aunt Carol used to grow them! Be sure and save the seed pod.”

And she did.

In loving memory of Carol Johnson, November 8, 1948-August 1, 2013

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Moonlight

In the darkness shines

An obelisk of mystery

My soul, lost in time

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Victoria’s Castle

FLASHFRIDAY prompt Skull Hotel kent-bonham

She sat in the chair, staring at the wizened old lawyer.

“Zats vat it says” he uttered in his very European accent, for the third time. “I leave my great neice Victoria, who bears my name, my hotel in Winterthur, Svitzerlund.”

“I didn’t even know I had an Aunt Victoria!” Vicki exclaimed. “And where the heck is Winterthur, and what hotel?”

He handed her the photo, his hand shaking. It was the hotel she had seen on Modern Murder Mysteries on her favorite TV show last week.

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