This is Love, This is Murder: Day 6

For the theme of Shame I have written a flash fiction story. It is very short and I might possibly expand on it some day if I ever feel inspired. I hope you all enjoy. Please take a look at my friend, Ellen’s blog here.

ekne678ktey-tomas-sobekHis beautiful brown skin glistened in the sunlight as sweat dripped down his magnificent body. The way he fought, how he moved, his entire figure was an amazing performance to watch. As he swung his sword up and down, left and right, it looked as if he was a painter and the battle field was his canvas. He was born to be a soldier.

Cacius Vorenus was a true and natural warrior; fighting was in his blood. His father was a general in the Greek Army and his mother was a beautiful and dangerous Egyptian Warrior. Cacius was the greatest warrior in his village of Amasia and he was only seventeen years old. For the last eight months Cacius had been fighting in Peydon alongside his Amasian brothers trying to defeat the greedy warlord Tarkos. Tarkos had been terrorizing Amasia for the last seven years; it was at his hands that Esmerani, Cacius’s mother was killed trying to protect him and his sister, Natari. This was Cacius’s chance to get revenge.

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This is Love, This is Murder: Day 5

Today’s theme is Love will tear us apart. I have written a poetic tale of 16 lines, with  syllables per line. I hope you all enjoy this one! 🙂 Also, check out my friend, Ellen’s post here.


Hexed by You

She was the most beautiful girl
in the land. Thick, golden brown hair
Brown eyes that could see through your soul
Full lips and brown skin. She was strong

Her heart belonged to only one
She was the most beautiful girl
And her love was the most handsome
Her soon to be husband, Prince Yaotl

She was a princess, chosen to
guide her people to true greatness
She was the most beautiful girl
Her power stretched across the world

Her destiny was clear to her
Her sacrifice was understood
For a girl in those times, no choice
She was the most beautiful girl

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Rainy Days

Today’s post is a story inspired by the artwork of a friend of mine. To check out the drawing by my friend Chris that inspired this story click HERE.

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I hope you all enjoy this poem!

A Tale of Storms and Shadows

La’Mia sat in the dark thinking of hot food and her
              granny’s stories
Her granny could tell a ghost story, back when La’Mia
              had no worries
A time that La’Mia only recalled in her dreams; when she
              did have dreams
It seemed as if all of her waking and sleeping thoughts
              were filled with pain
Happy times were long past due, and hope was not
              allowed, it did seem
La’Mia gazed out of the window, her mind storming as
              she smelled the rain
                    If you could call a tiny hole in the wall a window
                                  at all
                    La’Mia was dead and desolated inside; devoured
                                   by demons, she couldn’t hide

The door burst open and La’Mia didn’t move, she knew
              what was coming
A tall pale man stomped into the cell, a grin on his face,
              his lips humming
It was her time, the hangman was waiting in the rain,
              she chose not to resist
“Get up, you witch!” the man spat out; that shit didn’t
              phase La’Mia anymore
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, soon it would
              all cease to exist
She followed the white-haired man to the gallows,
              people screaming up a roar
                    Up the wooden steps, fear to the wind, her fate
                                   was pinned
                    La’Mia made patient peace with her past, pride
                                   and prejudice did not last

The crowd that wanted her dead and called her a witch,
              took her sister too
La’Mia watched her sister burn at the stake, there was
              nothing she could do
And at that moment she was ready for it all to be over,
              she wanted to move on
The rain washed over her brown skin and she smiled,
              hoping to see her sister soon
Suddenly a voice, echoed in her ear telling her not to
              stand there like a silly pawn
She opened her eyes and looked up at the sky; she
              couldn’t see it but she felt the moon
                    Glistening, it spoke to her and said, “Your power
                                  isn’t dead.”
                    La’Mia summoned her sacred power, spirits and
                                  secrets ready to devour

The rain stopped and La’Mia broke loose
She attacked with vengeance from her noose
Cursing and hexing all those that wished for her death
La’Mia ripped hearts out of rib cages with every breath
              La’Mia got vengeance but all for a price, petty,
                            petulant, and prideful but wasn’t it nice?

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