The Lion and the Butterfly #poem

unlikely friends

need presses the issue

small sacrifice

generous rescuer

colourful child

king of all he sees

love conquers convention

our stories make children smile

 

What do a Ugandan cho and a la foufou have in common? They have found friendship in the Savanna when a lion rescues a helpless cocoon and gains a beautiful and loyal friend. The zoos and parks seem very responsible with their wildlife. This lioness will hopefully return to the wild when she is mature.baby elephant

motherless child

lake doesn’t claim this baby

large appetite

 

Poets United prompt today is Animals in recognition of World Animal Day

Advertisements

Stories in my head #poetry

golden fountain

spillway of imagination

words turbulent and frenzied

the hero anxious in the wings

 villain threatens with aplomb

a hushed sense of what’s next

blood and tears fall

innocence fleas the shadowed way

a woman saves the day

the sun rises all is well

time  is small in my hand

I brandish my weapon

 pen cuts through the marrow

***

Hours with sand and paint

dust particles tease the light

my mind writes

The prompt this week at Poet’s United is Conquest (or Conqueror). The writer holds so much in her hand – the pen a mighty weapon.

 

Space the final… #onewordprompt #fiction #amwriting

space shuttle

I packed my bags and my books

looking back my spaceship shook

always forward never back

all I need in my backpack

letting go of things behind

journey toward the edge of time

space was once the final frontier

but now its just a normal year

thrusters on toward dreams

looking forward to space ice cream

Today’s One Word Prompt  at WordPress – “Journey”

“Y” Yellow Hammer #atozchallenge

 

Y

In the Scottish village of Glockneister, a stranger posted a notice on the town square, informing the townspeople that in Chelmsford, Essex, three women, accused of being witches,  were hanged.

“I have a warrant and will pay one gold sovereign for information of anyone engaging in necromancy,”  Matthew Hopkins proclaimed.

Deep in the Selkirk forest lived a hag named Diana Quinlyn. She was a High Priestess of Wicca, a midwife and a healer for the village of Glockneister.  Quinlyn knew that her enemies would lead Hopkins to her door and collect the bounty. The town was anxiously awaiting the Mayday celebration.

That evening Quinly treked to celebrate the Sabbat Beltane with her coven. By the light of the full moon, they would develop a plan to subvert the witch hunt.

The next morning, feeling somebody was watching her cottage. She nimbly climbed the oak to check a nest. It was custom for the village boys to destroy the nest and break the eggs of the nesting song bird. Local superstition held that the Yellowhammer drank a drop of the Devil’s blood every Mayday morning. The reason for this superstition was the birdsong resembled a warning,” de’il tak ye’” (“devil will take ye”).

Making sure that the eggs were safe, Quinlyn scuttled to the ground. Two eggs were gently cradled in her apron while three boys came out from the bushes.

“The villagers tell that you’re a witch.” The oldest one said.

“Is that what they’re saying now? That didn’t seem to much matter when I was your mother’s midwife.” Quinlyn said.

“We saw you talking to the ‘Gwas y Neidr.’” (The servant of the snake).

“Aye I was. I’ll show you what I was doing,” she produced the eggs.

“The brown markings on the eggs, do know what they’re for?”

The three boys blanched white when they saw the markings.

“The priest said the marks were put there by Satan.”

“The universe and everything in it constitutes the Gods. The brown lettering on the eggs denotes the earth.”

“What does it say?” One of the younger boys asked.

“It is writing from the Cabala announcing the circle of life.”

The boys, scared witless, sprinted into the woods. They sought out Matthew Hopkins, telling him what they seen.

Quinlyn carefully removed the bird to another nest and prepared for visitors. The three boys returned with their benefactor.

“The eggs with Satan’s writing are in that nest!” The oldest boy said pointing.

“I shall see about this,” Hopkins said, climbing the tree, sliding his pasty fingers into the nest, trying to collect the eggs. Gasping, he quickly withdrew his hand. He crashed to the ground, lying motionless.

“What happened?” The youngest boy squealed.

“He offended God and was struck dead for committing a sin,” Quinlyn said.

The boys froze in their tracks.

“What will happen to us?” The youngest boy started to cry.

“Nothing as long as you keep this episode locked in your heart and never mention it to a living soul.”

“We swear!” They trembled in unison.

“Just remember if you do, God will take his vengeance, because he always protects the ones he loves.” Quinlyn said.

The boys looked at each other, turned and bolted. Quinlyn watched the boys disappear into the brush. She climbed the tree and carefully removed the Asp coiled in the bird’s nest, returning the viper to the forest, where it belonged.

My friend Steve Slack was kind enough to help me finish up the A to Z Challenge. I hope you keep your eyes out for Steve’s books that I believe will jostle your senses. Steve is a published writer with loads of experience in sniffing out evidence.

You can find Steve on twitter @iwritecrime

his blog: http://weshootcrime.wordpress.com

Facebook: Steve Slack

“V” is for Violet by Newt Livesay #atozchallenge

IMG_3198

She used to be sweet as violets now she’s jut the fat girl that you cant wait to get rid of. So the question is, “how?” You know if you shoot her there would be ‘stuff’ everywhere and after watching over three hundred hours of COPS you know all about good ‘stuff.’
You just need for her to disappear and not come back and that is when it comes to, you’ll take her fishing. She likes to fish and she wont think nothing of you coming home with a bucket of stink bait, and wanting to go-a-fish’n. You tell everyone that she left a note saying she was going to see her sister and no one will know the difference. What you need to know is how to sink her and keep her down until nature does it work.
To keep a body down depends upon a number of factors beginning with but not limited to water temperature. Is the water moving such as a river or stream? Is the water still such as would be found in a pond or lake? Is it shallow like in a slue or slow moving like a stream? Is the water warm or cold? Is the water fresh or saline? Water that is warm enough will cause a body to decompose and float.  Cold water will actually prevent decomposition and keeps the body from floating.
How to get her in the water. You hit her on the head and dump her over board. No! If you do that that there will be a big bump on her head, remember episode number —- ah —- something or other where the CSI determined that the guy was killed and thrown in the lake. Hell, she can’t swim so why not just throw her out of the boat into the water. You row off and she thrashes around like a wounded whale and then sinks once she takes in a good lung full of water. She will begin to rot away at the moment of death. The decay of the flesh will generate gases that  will cause her body to float. Seeing how a body is normally heavier than water she should get a good lung full of swamp water and sink like a rock. Even if she does sink after a few days in the warm water the decomposition will generate enough gas to float her to the top. You’ll have to come back down to the swamp and find her floating corpse and shoot her with your twenty-two rifle a few times and she might just up and explode like a bloated cow when stuck with a sharp stick and sink.
Then again, maybe when she comes to the surface the birds, some bugs, snapping turtles an alligator are some other scavengers will be’ah eat’en on her. Once them critters chew a hole in her it will cause the bloating body to lose the gases that are building up and she will fall apart and sink to the bottom.
You can see her now floating in the lagoon like a grazing Manatee, head, arms and legs all dangling down beneath her. Then it is off to the Piggin Wiggin’out Combination Convenience Store Rib Joint and Asian Fingernail Parlor, where that hot dish-water bleached blond, named Valerie, works.
Now for the Disclaimer – This blog does not suggest that anyone should do anything that would be considered illegal. This is a blog for writers to use for research, and as comical relief of a very serious problem. If you do not understand this fully, or you think this give you the rights to commit an illegal act, you’re one sick bastard, and you should seek competent mental counseling immediately.

 

All rights reserved  (c) 2015 by Newt Livesay

Only a few more days of the A to Z Challenge!!!

atoz-oldbook-01-wb

 A to Z bloggers to say “Hi” to:
1024.
1040.
1059.
1069.

“R” Evil Rides by Leslie Moon

red glow Harley B&W

Today is the “R” for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a week- long serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. It’s a bit noir, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.

The NewCago series – Missed , Never, Oldest Trick, Poison, Quill

 

” Mrs. Rhanovic…” I screamed as I ran to pick up a fuzzy slipper in the middle of the street.

Every morning, I see this dear old lady getting her New Cago Daily. Sometimes the delivery guy is mean and throws it on the curb.

But why is her slipper in the  middle of the road? I retrieve the slipper and feel a gust of wind blow open my coat.

“Too late, Sammy, she bit the dust this morning. No bright-eyed detective to protect this fair citizen of New Cago. Seems you always fail those closest.”

Recently, I had a premonition of doom. A motorcycle with red flames lurked in the corners. I could never see the face of the rider.

“Yeah, I can’t die either. Seems like I’m the Yin of your Yang.” His evil chuckle struck my gut.

My mind tried to wrap around the idea of evil that could not die.

“You demon.” I shook the slipper as he drove off.

I tried hard not to imagine what cruelty was being inflicted by this piece of road slime.

‘I’ll find something to curb your malice…’ I thumbed through Luz’s books of cures for evil.

 

And today are some great bloggers to meet :

“Q” Quill by Leslie Moon #atozchallenge

Today is “Q” for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a  microfiction serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. It’s a bit noir, paranormal, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.

The NewCago series – Missed , Never, Oldest Trick, Poison

Edgars desk

Murder is certainly not a new concept even the techniques get rehashed.

I was just cleaning up a scene where the victim had been stabbed with a poisoned quill – his own.

“Check his manuscripts,” I heard a whisper pass my ear.

” Luz, honey where do I start? There are piles of books and notebooks.”

“We need you to move on here, Sam.” The officer in charge was hustling to get behind the evening’s bars.

I put several notebooks in a satchel while he wasn’t looking and hoped he hadn’t heard me talking to my dead girlfriend.

***

That night- I was nodding off, with a notebook in my hands, when I heard a voice. “This is what they killed me for.”

The notebook opened to a page where the words were in his blood, “High officials are taking bribes from the gang bosses.”

“That’s not news.” I shook my head at the realization I was talking to another dead person.

“Yeh, but pretty boy is selling us out. You don’t do his bidding, he turns your kids and grandkids into body parts.”

“I’ve heard whispers of a chop shop for organs. I was hoping it was a sick rumor.”

“Nope, our guy is hi-bred evil. He’s turning the best and brightest into canned goods.  He killed me for the articles I sent to the Daily that will never get printed.  Not Now.”

“Ok Pen Man, there’s a red circle around his name.”

I grumbled under my breath, “Luz, The list is getting long. Too long.”

And then there was the morning news to deal with…

new cago daily

Some A to Z bloggers worth visiting today:

784.
804.