Saturday, February 13, 2016

Damn the Fates

Here's a quick piece in response to the "lopsided inspirations" prompt from Master Class this week.  Let me know what you think and be sure to check out other responses through the button below as well!

                “Damn the Fates,” he muttered as he labored up the hill, “So many good ideas and no ability to write them down.”
                “Aleron!  Stop your dawdling.  I do not want to be late.”
                “Yes, my lady,” teeth gritted he tried to speed his pace.  It wasn’t much, but Lady Torellani seemed satisfied.
                Arriving at the ancient mansion, he dropped the poles of the rickshaw and hurried to lower the step for Lady Torellani.  It didn’t matter how fast he was; she still gave him that icy glare as if she’d been waiting an eternity for him.  He held his hand out to assist her, but she swept past him.  Even the rustle of the copious layers of silk in her dress seemed to whisper condemnations.
                As Aleron watched Lady Torellani enter the mansion, he moved back the front of the rickshaw to pull it off the street.  Maybe he’d finally have a chance to write about the ideas in his head.  Inventions.  Poetry.  Epics.  Art.  So much inspiration.  It was all there roiling in his mind until he felt he may go mad from the turmoil.
                Reaching the stable, Aleron set the rickshaw down.  He dug in his pockets for the scraps of paper and pencil he kept there in the vain hope he’d have a chance to use them.
                “Aleron?”
                Sighing, Aleron looked up, “Yes?”
                “Lady Torellani wished you to address several tasks while you wait.  Here is the list.”
                He took the list from the serving man and almost choked.  The duties she assigned would surely take him all day.  Even then, he felt uncertain about accomplishing them all before she would want to return home.  Feeling tears welling, he left the courtyard.  It wouldn’t do to have the servants of the house see his weakness.  It would get back to Lady Torellani and that would be dangerous.


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Sunday, February 7, 2016

Don't Panic Picture Prompt: February 7

The Don't Panic Picture Prompt is back!!!  Here's the rules.  Using the picture below, write about 500 words or so.  It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or whatever you feel like writing.  It can be new works, part of a work in progress, or - you guessed it - whatever you want.  Add your link in the comments below by Sunday, Feburary 14th, and I'll do the best I can to get it out on my social media as well.  Most importantly, have fun and Don't Panic!

John Ringling's, of the Ringling Brothers Circus,
mansion in Sarasota Florida.
Picture by Stacy Overby

'Twas an Unrequited Love

Sorry.  Was on vacation for a few days and now I'm still trying to get caught up from being gone for those few days.  Anyways, here's the other side of things from my last piece - The Ossuary.  The prompt from Studio 30 Plus was too perfect to tell the other side.

                “’Twas an unrequited love.  He called on me at least once every two or three days.  I tried to spurn his affections in such a way as to help him understand there would never be any possibility of further acquaintance.”
                “Is that why he is here?”
                “I am afraid so.”
                “He had no knowledge of what you are, who you are?”
                “No.  He did not.”
                “How did he not deduce something?  With your limitations?”
                “I am certain he did not because of my station and my situation at that time.  It afforded me some protections with regards to what would be considered unusual behavior.  What am I to do now?  We cannot have him returning like this.  Discovery is inevitable if this continues.”
                “Such is the burden of our kind.  There are certain draughts that may alleviate some of the more potent effects of our natural abilities.”
                “I do not want him harmed.  He knew not what I am, that he could not help but build an affection for me, fantasy though it was.”
                “I thought you said you did not return his affections.”
                “I do not!  Because I do not want any ill to befall him does not mean there is more than a mere acquaintance between us and that I regard him any differently than I do any other acquaintance.”
               “Good.  For there is no possibility of any more intimate association with one such as he.”