Ping went my phone it was this week’s prompt from LindaGHill. It said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “coincidence.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!“
No coincidence
It was no coincidence that Nate was crossing the bridge at dusk . His head was full of what he had planned for that evening. Meet Emma, dance with her and pop the question. He felt good about himself, his new boots, buffed up, leather coat and dark glasses. He felt special, proud he had got the new job. Emma would be delighted. He didn’t see them waiting on the far side of the bridge. It was dark …they had dark clothes on and they were standing in the shadows. Emma came into view on the tow path on the opposite bank. She was dressed in white, looking ethereal. Their paths should meet mid bridge where Nate decided to sweep her off of her feet and kiss her. He checked his pocket for the tenth time that evening. Yes it was still there safe and sound… round and gold… a symbol of love. Seeing Nate, Emma’s heart started to beat faster, quickening her pace, she called out “NATE” As Nate looked up he saw something catch the light… immediately he realised it was the flash of a blade. He moved to run, to call out but it was too late they had Emma and she was screaming.. he ran , his feet felt like he was in quick sand. Hands grabbed him from behind…he’d been followed.. something sharp went into his back…. he could not breathe. Falling to his knees he heard Emma screaming his name. It was going black around him … Emma was being held down on the dirty tow path. The gang of boys like savage wolves clawing at her. He crawled towards her but heavy boots kicked him. He tried to shout but there was no air in his lungs. It went dark… In the cold light of day a dog walker found them…. covered in mud and blood. The girl’s dress ripped and torn the boy pale and bloodless he’d bled out. The police spokesperson said. ” This was no coincidence this was a premeditated double murder. “
Rounded up beaten into compliance Herded onto trains, treated worse than cattle. Sorted to the left or the right no point to defiance. Death or slave labour, hunger a constant battle. Shot or beaten at a soldiers whim Deemed subhuman because you were a Jew. The race or religion may change but it ever was and is… nothing is new.
Lest we forget today is Holocaust rememberance day . We must never forget.
This week’s story comes with a warning, there is adult content in the storyline. I have not been too graphic and left a lot to the readers own perceptions.
Last week Morgarna was hoping to get home for a Chinese takeaway and a long hot bath when Merlin diverted her….. She was not best pleased.
Morgarna got her to her feet and dug her phone out of her bag and putting on the torch she surveyed the scene. Not a pleasant one either, there were skeletons everywhere.. Well, she thought not much hope of a long hot bath here! “Bloody Merlin she muttered ” lighting a cigarette and snapping her fingers to materialize a steaming cup of coffee, “I’ll give him no magic, the f###er he’s not here, never is when there is dirty work to be done!”
The coffee worked like a charm and Morgarna began to feel more herself . She looked around taking in her surroundings and her companions who were long dead. Deciding, in for a penny in for a pound she waved her hand and she had a huge torch materialised to light her way, she had a perfectly good torch in her bag but she was pissed and feeling rebellious! As she explored the cavern she noticed there was an open doorway at the far end. She made her way very carefully so as not to step on any bones.
Stepping out of the cavern Morgarna found herself in a long tunnel with doors on eitherside. As she went along she used Merlin’s tool for seeing through the thick stone walls( she decided she’d used enough magic abuse) they were all empty but had been inhabited at one time and from the remnants of what was left behind the inhabitants had been young women or girls even. … This sent a shiver down her spine as the thought of the number of corpses she’d seen in the cavern.
As she reached the last two cells Morgarna got life sign readings. Looking through the walls of the cells she saw them. These cells looked much like the empty ones she had passed. Except in one cell there was a young girl of twelve and in the other a sixteen year old…. Both looked emaciated and scared, both were dirty and underdressed for this cold environment. Morgarna froze as she had flashbacks of the last time she had been imprisoned and most scarily had been stripped of her magic powers.. the fear and vulnerability washed over her as she stood there in the tunnel…. Morgarna, as we know hates being vulnerable or not in charge….she stood in the cold tunnel, tears of rage and fear ran down her face. Worst of all Morgarna could see cameras in the walls …… Whoever their captor was they were watching them!
Suddenly Morgarna heard a noise coming from the far end of the tunnel, someone was coming! Panic washed over her , “come on, come on pull yourself together!” She muttered to herself and thinking of the girls she stiffened, pulled herself together and waved a hand to make herself invisible as the steps came closer.
A man carrying two trays one placed on top of the other was approaching…. Morgarna watched as he stopped by the first door and balancing the trays in one hand while he pulled out a long chain and bunch of keys from his trouser pocket. As he opened the door he called out “Hi honey Daddy’s here.” Morgarna felt her stomach wretch and it was an effort not to be physically sick….. She watched as he gave the teenager her meal, she had moved off of the bed and crawled across the floor carrying a ragged teddy bear with her. He looked at her with disdain and said ….you’re getting a bit old now aren’t you sweety”……. A while later he left the first cell, Morgarna could hear the girl whimpering softly….. He opened the door of the second cell and said in a sing song voice “Daddy’s here my sweet are you ready for me?” Morgarna could see the fear and terror in the girl’s eyes as she cowed under the bed.
Morgarna just could not contain herself! Invisiblely she passed through the doors and was horrified by the sight that greeted her! Sorry Merlin she said to her self, as picked the man up and hurled him across the cell, he hit the far wall with a thud and slid down on to the floor leaving a trail of blood…. Morgarna walked across and checked he was still breathing…. He was and just conscious. She gave him a swift kick and then as she removed the invisiblity spell, she tied his hands and feet with wire she had in her bag. As he stirred she looked down at him with contempt…..”Hi Daddy I am your worst nightmares here!” adding “don’t you look a pathetic sight with your pants around your ankles! “
Morgarna gently wrapped the young girl in a blanket and pausing only to take the chain and keys from the trust up man on the floor who was now screaming and firing expletives at Morgarna . She picked up the girl and gently hushed her and then as she left the cell gave the man a swift kick with her Doc Martin exactly where it would hurt the most! Slamming the door behind her she locked it. Unlocking the door of the second cell she called out ….”It’s okay I am here to help” The older girl was washing and looked startled as Morgarna entered. “Have you got any clothes?” Morgarna asked, the girl nodded and pulled on a pair of ancient jeans and a jumper. She followed Morgarna out into the tunnel, she looked at Morgarna, who just said “this way love, we are getting out of here.” As they left the older girl turned towards the screams…. “Don’t worry about him …he’ll be sorted.
As they came out of the tunnel they found some steps that lead up into a cellar, they went up more steps and found themselves in a surprisingly normal looking house. Both the girls looked around and shuddered. Morgarna rummaged around in her bag found them both a coat and shoes. Then she opened the front door and lead them out into the sunshine and light.
Swing
They all stood on the porch and took in the scene. They were in the middle of nowhere no other buildings for miles. Just In front of the house was a swing …. The younger child walked slowly towards it and hoisted herself up onto it and gently began to move back and forth. The older girl looked at Morgarna and asked “Where are all the others? “
Morgarna took out her mobile and checked for her location and date, then she made a call after a few rings she heard ” Emergency which service do you require?”
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a castle on a tiny island.
Solitude – Image by KL Caley.Stairway – Image by KL Caley
For visually challenged writers, the image shows wooden stairs surrounded by grass and trees (almost hidden).
All I can say is life has been so hectic that even Morgarna’s hectic madness looks preferably admirable to me. Anyway I missed last weeks episode so here is a two for one !
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As the seven suns rose over the watery planet Morgarna and Merlin set off to find out what was happening. Merlin complaining she had comprised his manhood in a very high pitched voice! Morgarna said it served him right but she did feel a tad responsible…but that would not last. She was just relieved the Viking attack had just been a bad dream.
It took them ages to hop and scrabble through the undergrowth until Morgarna stopped dead and let out a huge RIBBIT! , “What now Morgarna, you’ve not stopped moaning since we set off, what’s wrong? ” asked a very irritated Merlin. Morgarna took a deep breath and changed back to herself the only difference being she was all dressed in green and her hair and skin were green too! ” I am not doing this as a frog Merls I have just had enough! ” A sudden laugh made her turn on her heels to come face to face with Merlin who was also all green! “How long have you been like that” Morgana asked ” from the get go, hun, I wondered how long it would take you to Morph!
Meanwhile back on Earth but in another reality Morgause sleeps in a castle on the island of Avalon, under the tender care of Vivienne. As she sleeps the waters of the lake lap rhythmically against the rocks that support the castle in its solitude. Morgause lays deathly pale surrounded by herbs and flowers hand picked by Vivienne especially for their healing powers. Months had passed and still Morgause sleeps
As Morgause sleeps she dreams she was in a laberynth, blindfolded and pursued by shadows that click and whisper. She is exhausted but she knows she must not sleep or the shadows will consume her. There is a sweet smell that keeps her awake she knows somehow it is protecting her. In her dream Morgause hears voices, Merlin’s, her sister’s and the gentle tone of Vivienne’s voice as she speaks healing spells . Still she is afraid of the pursuing shadows.
Stairway – Image by KL Caley
Morgarna finished her cigarette and kicked the snoozing Merlin, come on sleepy head we need to get going again….Merlin yawned “I was dreaming of Morgause in Avalon, I saw her on a bed of herbs and flowers, she looked so pale and still but she is not resting, there were shadows all around her.” “Was the Lady Vivienne there? Merls is she looking after her?” “Yes hun, she is incanting spells and embroidering .” As they reached the brow of a hill the saw a set of wooden stairs surrounded by grass and trees almost hidden from view. “I think we have finally arrived Merls ” Morgarna said pointing to the steps.
The elegantly dressed figures clad in green approached the steps with caution Morgarna waved a hand and they both became instantly invisible. They could hear voices above them that sounded similar to James and Thomas. “We had to jump that Merlin and that pushy woman came in and found us arguing! “ “All I asked you to do was to get the lay of the land to see if the place was worth an invasion… and you have so far got imbroiled with a young ghost, two time traveling busybodies and you left Esther behind” Mr Hippo Campus did not sound at all happy!
Reaching the top of the ladder Merlin and Morgarna were amazed at the sight which greeted them. A huge bubble full of algae, flora and fauna and a steady constant rain. It was full of all types of amphibian and fish. Mr Hippo Campus was not alone. “Oh! look ” Morgarna thought “Thomas and James are shrimps look Merls” Merlin replied ” not even a meal there!
LindaGHill is hear again to give us this week’s prompt. : “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “trip.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!”
Trip can mean a holiday or a journey, it can mean falling flat on your bum or your face! You can trip people up in a lie as in catch them out. Below is a Décima I wrote last year for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge. I originally wrote it about Libia. Today what I wrote about Libia is still true . I stream of consciousnessly changed the verses to fit Ukraine to fit all wars also. So this poem started out about Libia it took a trip and became a poem about Ukraine.
Line of blood drawn in snow or sand. Poison and fear begin to drip Over the evil rules you trip The men stand with guns in hand Take the children to safer land Every inch you have ever gained Corridors to freedom are drained. Deserted, left now high and dry False promises, innocents die Lost forever the freedom gained.
The season is a changing fast The bulbs are pushing up through snow Their roots are spreading down below Above there’s war, bombs fall and tanks blast Nature hears the echos of the past. She wonders will man ever learn As innocents they crush and burn. The Russians lie and will ignore It is false news the liars roar. Against evil we must stand firm.
Ukraine held fast in Russia’s grip Kyiv, Kharkiv are now household names While evil Putin plays his games Ukrainians brave, will not quit They soldier on while missiles hit. Russian people are on the hook The news is all from Putin’s book. They’re lied to and kept in the dark While jackboot stamps and war dogs bark. The world must act, the world must look.
Happy JUNE! It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Word Crafters, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you! This opportunity only happens once a month!
I really just wanted to tell a tale. So I really am not sure if this poem is even allowed. I told it all the same.
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.
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