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Untitled (Part 2)

Her guest couldn’t see her right away from where she was standing. And it was probably for the best. She should try to at least get to know her company before he tried to run away.

Her guest was a handsome man from the village who was still looking for a young bride. That thought amused her. When he saw what she looked like he’d wish he’d never come to the castle. In fact he’d probably be fit to be single for all of his days.

He went to turn around as she entered the room.

“Please, I’d rather us not face each other just yet.”

“Well, if you’re sure madam. Of course.”

He turned back to his original seated position and began to drink the wine that was placed in front of him. In a few minutes he fell off his chair as the sleeping agent set in.

She sighed. She had hoped he would last a little longer than the other ones. Long enough for a decent discussion.

She whistled and her “pet” came and drug him to the dungeon where the other ones where as well. Pet was a loose word for a 7ft tall beast with claws as sharp as daggers and teeth like little knives. It was her partner in fact. Her lover, changed before they had had the chance to get married. Of course in this state his beautiful words that had once waxed poetic to her in the early light of the morning was now reduced to growls and grunts. He did anything she asked, as he had as a human. But she still felt a tug of guilt as he dragged this newest mortal to the dungeon.

Finally, as she headed back into the hall to head back upstairs, she looked in the full length mirror. Her shaggy hair had changed into a long black mane. Her nails and teeth, the same as that of her lover. She thought back upon that day. The happiest and worst day of her life.

The day her and her lover had been cursed.

*************************************************************************************And that is part 2! I will hopefully have part 3 up soon. This took a different turn than I had originally intended but I think I like this better.

Thank you for all the support and continued following!

 

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Part 1 (untitled)

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She twirled around in the mirror one more time. She still didn’t like the dress but everyone had insisted that she looked great. She thought it clashed with the red in her hair. And the satin was far too delicate.

She sighed and started carefully making her way down the stairs. The vines had grown over the handrail and she wasn’t used to walking like this. The servants were quite displeased that she was shoeless, but she had had no choice.

She made her way to the bottom of the stairway and faced the marred full length mirror in front of her. The walls in this landing were huge panels of glass used to make the place appear bigger, even though it was big enough without all the ornate details. The rug along the floor was still majestic, even though it was ripped in numerous places, you could still make out the gold woven into the fibers and the scenes pictured. There were waterfalls and gorgeous wood scenes, animals flitting around in the forest and majestic mountain scenes stretching the whole hallway.

The sight granted her some peace before she remembered her destination and started making her way to the room at the end of the hallway. Every step that she took felt heavier, like she was trying to walk through quicksand. She knew she should feel excited, that this should be a positive experience. But the view in the mirror, what she saw looking back at her, was at the forefront of her mind. She could think of nothing else as she was walking and, more than once, she considered turning back and running back upstairs. The reminder that hers wasn’t the only fate at stake steeled her nerve enough to keep her going.

After what seemed like hours she finally reach the ornate wooden door. This, too, had gold inlaid into it. The wood was carved at the top into a majestic lion head, forever in the middle of roaring. the doorknob had once held a wondrous emerald gemstone, before the castle had fallen into ruin and her father had sold almost everything of value he could find, before he had perished. He had only been trying to protect her but she still felt a twinge of anger as she dwelt on the memory. She reached her hand out to the doorknob and took a deep breath as she turned it and pushed it open into the great hall.

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Hey everyone! So I’m writing a story that I suddenly got inspiration for today and I’m writing it in parts so like and/or comment if you want to read the next part of it!

Thank you for all the support and advice I really appreciate it!

 

Turning into a Monster

2030-

As we knew them Vampires didn’t exist…but, in another form, they were very much real. Thin pale skin, blood red eyes, nails like carving knives on the end of their fingers. They were nothing like the romantic, smiling, sparkling creatures the world had been admiring on the screen and in their books.

Scientists weren’t sure what caused or created them. No one knew if they began that way or something more like us. No one knew whether it was magic or a virus or evolution. How they began however had no effect on how dangerous they were. They had been wiping out the human race, countries at a time. The feudal class system had returned and who had been determined the elite of our society was hidden behind high, impenetrable walls while the rest of us were left to be slaughtered. Every branch of the military was in action. All over they were trying to figure out how to combat these monsters. Of course, everything in fiction was wrong. They attacked during the day, silver had no effect on them, garlic seemed ridiculous. Unfortunately the only thing the tales had gotten right is that they seemed to be immortal. Beheading them did work, but good luck getting close enough to behead one. They had lightning quick reflexes and were deadly.

As aforementioned no one knew how they came to be…but I knew they were like us once. Living and breathing humans. With feelings like love…and remorse. With families. How did I, just a commoner among the new hierarchy system, know all this information? I was turning into one. I first noticed when I had a dull, aching pain in my gums. Like a toothache starting up. The very next day as I was looking in the mirror I noticed it. The tip of a fang poking out.

Now, just two days later. I could see my skin paling, getting thinner. My pupils had gotten red to the point I needed to wear contacts. I had to hide it as long as I could. Long enough to tell the Emperor. You see, I was one of them. I knew how they evolved into their form. However, because I was turning into one, I also knew something vital to the survival of all mankind. To the survival of my loved ones…I knew how to kill them.

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Just wanted to write a quick short story. I was thinking about leaving it there but let me know if you want me to continue it into a longer story. Thank you all for the support as well!

 

Beach Vacation

So I talked a little bit in a previous post about how much I love the beach and the ocean and how it helps with my anxiety and helps me de-stress. Well I found out recently that I am actually going to the beach in late July. Work and life has been particularily stressful lately and I think it will definitely help.

I will make sure to take pictures and share them from the trip and hopefully I will remember to schedule some posts for when I’m gone.

I talk about the negatives of anxiety and how it’s affected my past and my relationships in a negative way but I also wanted to share the positives of how you can relax and some things that can help your anxiety even if they can’t cure it. I think being close to nature and the ocean helps us just reconnect to our souls and focus just on us and the universe and Earth and just brings us peace and calm. At least it does for me.

I also am beginning to appreciate classical music and the lack of words. Just listening to the instruments is surprisingly calming. Reading is helping a lot too and I’m currently in the middle of re-reading the Harry Potter books that brought me so much joy in my childhood, hoping that I can bring back that joy and those feelings I experienced as a kid. It truly is magical.

To end this post I would like to share a quote from one of my favorite fictional characters, Albus Dumbledore

“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of time, if one only remembers to turn on the light.”

Lost

Many years ago I knew a young lady. Her name was Hazel Moss. Her and I would joke countless hours about how her name pretty much described moss. She would argue that it was creative. I would argue that her parents were drugged up hippies when she was born. She never argued with the latter.

Hazel loved to take walks. She’d walk in the woods. Walk around the lake. She’d walk anywhere as long as she could take the camera I gave her for her birthday with her. She loved taking pictures as much as she loved walks. She would give me her camera and ask me to develop her favorites.

Hazel didn’t have a job.  She said that working with people brought her down and exhausted her soul. She preferred to be in nature. Whenever we met we would meet in the abandoned shack in the woods that she called home. She frequented the free boxes at yard sales. All of her furniture, decorations, and necessities came from yard sales with the exception of her pictures. She hung her pictures everywhere. She said they made her feel like she was in different places at once. Like she could fly.

For many years Hazel lived in that shack. She loved it and maintained it as well as you could for a jobless person who lived in an abandoned shack. One day a few drunk teenagers came across Hazel’s shack while she was taking a walk in the woods with her camera. They kicked her furniture. They tore down her sheets, and smashed her ceramics. They peed on her bed and poured gas on her clothes. Maybe this could have all been forgiven. Maybe if they had left after all that I wouldn’t be writing this story. Unfortunately maybes have yet to turn back time. They burned her pictures. They took each one and torched it in the flame of a lighter. Such a small flame and yet, it did such damage. After all her pictures were a pile of charred ash and only a few colorful corners remained, they burnt down the rest of the shack. The wood charred and discarded on the forest floor. I don’t know Hazel’s reaction to this. I don’t know what she did when she came back and witnessed what had become of her beloved home and her treasured pictures. She might have cried and cried. The wailing mixing with the birdsong. She might have yelled and threw whatever was left until her throat was sore. Knowing Hazel I find it most likely that she sat on the forest floor. Quiet for a very very long time.

I do however know what she did next. You see I know what happened to the shack because it was in the news the next morning. I was sitting there with my morning coffee and a cucumber sandwich halfway to my mouth when the story flashed across the screen. It was in that same news story that showed my darling Hazel, laying at the bottom of a cliff off of highway 10. She had jumped, of course, because she would never had ridden in a car. Besides there were no other debris besides her fragile body, now broken.  She was in a better place now I suppose. One positive thought to brighten the pain and sorrow that I felt. At the very end my darling Hazel had learned how to fly.

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So first let me say that this story is entirely fiction and made up. The names are made up, the highway is made up. Even the cucumber sandwich is made up as I’ve never had one in my life. This started as a story to a picture writing prompt that showed only some bare wooden trees. I started out with a very different idea but I definitely like this one better. Please let me know what you think! Thank you very much.