tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post3008733792503772507..comments2024-01-12T00:48:48.031-06:00Comments on Go Teen Writers: A Friday PromptStephanie Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13128389560727867719noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-35848943246226546602015-10-16T02:35:50.207-05:002015-10-16T02:35:50.207-05:00She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on...She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. Only one thing could leave a mark like that. It had to be the gift. Aliana could only watch as the wound healed itself, the only sign that it was ever there being a shimmering swirl. Then, the girl spoke.<br /><br />"You can never truly defeat us, Rotiart."<br />The man laughed.<br /><br />"Well, look who's talking. How many of your own people have I vanquished? Why, aren't you the last one? You are completely in my power, I could kill you right here! You were defeated when I gained the throne!"<br /><br />"As I said, you can never truly defeat us. There is justice at the end of every story."<br /><br />Aliana woke up with a start.<br /><br />"What in blueberry pie did I just see?"BeccaDLFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05321225523350227458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-60738506712442077012015-10-15T13:31:29.970-05:002015-10-15T13:31:29.970-05:00She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on...She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. Only one thing could leave a mark like that. It had to be...No. It had to be the magic dagger, Nohiem. But she had destroyed that!<br />"I'm going to kill you," Arenna said.<br />The skeleton leered, its ever present grin taunting her. "Last time you tried to kill me, girlie, it didn't work out so well."<br />In a swirl of anger, she slashed at him with her sword. "Bonehead," she roared.<br />He didn't even have to dodge. "I believe you missed."Lily Spinner's Little Brothernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-55489445271321183782015-10-12T21:28:27.844-05:002015-10-12T21:28:27.844-05:00She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on...She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. <br />Only one thing could leave a mark like that.<br />It had to be the dragon.<br />The noise of battle around her faded. Alyth fell to the ground, dropping her sword. The deadly wound flared a deep crimson as she groaned in agony, unable to even scream properly. Perspiration rolled off her face as she struggled to maintain even breathing. Her world was becoming blurry, the figures running around her looking like indistinct shapes from a dream. She wouldn't be able to keep her eyes open much longer.<br />Suddenly, a shrieking sound filled the air.<br />Its the dragon, she thought, her mind sluggish. He's coming to finish me off. Now she did close her eyes and prepared herself for death. But death didn't come.<br />Instead, the dragon shrieked again, but this time the cry was different. It sounds like...its... Alyth's mind couldn't complete the sentence as the sound faded away. That's odd. Its so quiet now. She felt herself slipping away.<br />The last thing she heard before she fell into the comfort of unconsciousness was, "It's all right, Alyth. We got him."Lnoviacnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-3824914805985424272015-10-12T11:18:27.787-05:002015-10-12T11:18:27.787-05:00Aw! So sad! Aw! So sad! Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-60318086314712149352015-10-12T11:17:18.779-05:002015-10-12T11:17:18.779-05:00Lots of fun here. I love the playful voice.Lots of fun here. I love the playful voice.Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-13199904017553273792015-10-12T11:16:19.238-05:002015-10-12T11:16:19.238-05:00Ooooo! Very interesting. Ooooo! Very interesting. Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-24270032303103605092015-10-12T11:15:39.357-05:002015-10-12T11:15:39.357-05:00A little smile there at the end. Fun!A little smile there at the end. Fun!Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-87194198716093528262015-10-12T11:14:52.374-05:002015-10-12T11:14:52.374-05:00Compelling! Great job. Compelling! Great job. Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-86751777229258189232015-10-12T11:13:49.133-05:002015-10-12T11:13:49.133-05:00I dig it! Glowing blood!I dig it! Glowing blood!Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-36960277885079726472015-10-12T11:13:00.748-05:002015-10-12T11:13:00.748-05:00Interesting!!!Interesting!!!Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-31395721659348581162015-10-12T11:12:26.514-05:002015-10-12T11:12:26.514-05:00Eeep! Great ending there.Eeep! Great ending there.Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-26592260571861184462015-10-12T11:11:28.516-05:002015-10-12T11:11:28.516-05:00Only one! Love it.Only one! Love it.Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-47350631542108245792015-10-12T11:10:43.261-05:002015-10-12T11:10:43.261-05:00Lovely twist!Lovely twist!Shannon Dittemorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07757781231485815876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-31784618372537207522015-10-11T19:46:31.538-05:002015-10-11T19:46:31.538-05:00She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on... She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. Only one thing could leave a mark like that. It had to be … Fear wrung her heart like a damp towel. She had held her two infants as they succumbed to the Silver Death. Watched as their animals solidified then toppled over like granite statues because of the curse. Now, it seemed it was her turn. <br /> Already her hand was stiffening. The sword fell, clattering on the rocky earth. Seconds later, she fell after it. Above her, the winged bat-like creature who had inflicted the wound squealed in delight. Its master would be pleased, she knew. <br /> “Ray.” The whisper fluttered from her hardening lips. Where was he?<br /> As if in answer, she heard his cry. “Joann!”<br /> He fell by her side, weeping. The winged poison beast swooped down. Ray leaped to his feet swinging his sword. The creature cackled again, and Ray shook his fist. “Lift this curse from me! Have you not taken enough!”<br /> Joann moaned, her lips trying to form words. “I love you.”<br /> Forgetting his rage, Ray slipped his arm under her rigid neck. Joann wheezed as her lungs refused to fight the weight of moving her solid body. Her heart stopped, frozen in mid-beat. She exhaled, her eyes staring – solidified. The last thing she felt was Ray's gentle kiss.Elizabeth H.http://sunshineglorystudios.weebly.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-8769498752287340832015-10-11T18:54:08.778-05:002015-10-11T18:54:08.778-05:00Sorry about the typos, my keyboard is dying and do...Sorry about the typos, my keyboard is dying and doesn't like the letter D anymore. If I don't pound it hard, it's left off. Sorry.Lily Spinnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-54144090163819117472015-10-11T17:44:18.257-05:002015-10-11T17:44:18.257-05:00Okay, this is my second one for this prompt, but i...Okay, this is my second one for this prompt, but it was just so much fun!!! Here goes....<br />~<br />She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. Only one thing could leave a mark like that. It had to be...<br /><br />"Oh, you're freaking kidding me," she said. The sword slid from her limp fingers, and landed on the wet ground with a thump. She gently palpated the wound. The dirk had only broken the skin; she would be fine. "Yeta, did you do this?"<br /><br />The campsite, although wet, was clean and somewhat homely. The tent was tucked away under the thickest cluster of trees, and smoke curled up from the damp fire. The bodies of three large men, all dressed in the traditional black robes of Ratchett's Hosts, were strewn about the area. It was clear none of them were alive.<br /><br />Evelin swallowed away her nausea, and turned away to stare at the cat. "Yeta. Did you do this?"<br /><br />The familiar stared at her, his large gold eyes unblinking and innocent, just as they had been the night they'd been forced to flee Ratchett in the first place.<br /><br />"Yeta, if this was you, I swear I'm going right back to that batty old witch and telling her she can keep you."Lily Spinnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-66628940495613937302015-10-11T17:33:13.000-05:002015-10-11T17:33:13.000-05:00Oh my god, this is awesome. Completely, min-blowin...Oh my god, this is awesome. Completely, min-blowingly brilliant. And I know min-blowingly is not a word, but it should be, because that's what this is. So. Awesome.Lily Spinnernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-10241711776623168722015-10-11T17:11:20.840-05:002015-10-11T17:11:20.840-05:00She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on...She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. Only one thing could leave a mark like that. It had to be… but, no. She shook her head, trying to clear the ridiculous idea out of her brain, but it stayed latched onto her cranium like a leech. She had heard the stories, of course, everyone had. The day your soulmate brushed your skin, a piece of your Light would burst to the surface in an effort to join with the Light of your significant other. Life really did hate her. Why else would the boy who had compelled her Light to jump be the boy she had sought for years to kill? <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07869476323573167955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-14513719173675914312015-10-11T07:21:24.980-05:002015-10-11T07:21:24.980-05:00She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on...She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. Only one thing could leave a mark like that. It had to be the hydra; the pieces all clicked together now- the multiple voices, the strange reluctance it had to attack, and, of course, the horns. Ella stared into the darkness of the woods contemplating her next move; should she attack, stay put and wait for Abby, or drop the sword and try for the friendly approach. Like that’s going to work after I just tried to kill it...<br />alpha+packhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15838944535076837481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-70135273810063739412015-10-10T19:51:14.254-05:002015-10-10T19:51:14.254-05:00She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on...She hefted the sword a little higher, the wound on her arm glowing. Only one thing could leave a mark like that. It had to be the Mysarinde. A sickness that was only now making its presence known, the glowing slash on her arm the first fragile leer.<br /><br />The sword crashed into the floor, the impact booming softly in her ears. How long? All she could wonder. How long?<br /><br />"Via? You okay?"<br /><br />No. She wasn't.<br /><br />She knew the signs. She knew what came first, then after, then...<br /><br />First, you lost your mind.<br /><br />To herself, she repeated: I am not insane, I am not insane, I am not<br /><br />"Via?"<br /><br />Then you pupils would swell. You lost your sight.<br /><br />And finally, finally, finally, you lost your very self.<br /><br />"They'll be coming now," she whispered. "Just like they come for everyone like me."<br /><br />The Mysarinde wasn't like other sicknesses. The victim didn't become helpless--rather they became stronger, and they could be influenced. The right person could whisper in their ear, changing the landscape of their hallucinations as they saw fit. And in that manner, the invalid would become no more human than a puppet. A monster to be controlled.<br /><br />And it all began with the light.<br /><br />"Please, Via, what's wrong?"<br /><br />She didn't know what to say.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-68327463806964464792015-10-10T17:22:26.563-05:002015-10-10T17:22:26.563-05:00It's okay. I like your invisible beast idea. V...It's okay. I like your invisible beast idea. Very cool.<br />-7:15Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-168907005818928802015-10-10T16:40:40.557-05:002015-10-10T16:40:40.557-05:00I love anything with mythology and this is great. ...I love anything with mythology and this is great. Awesome job!Linea Marshallnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-53538762170680458132015-10-10T16:39:39.284-05:002015-10-10T16:39:39.284-05:00Thank you!Thank you!Linea Marshallnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-92222379538226627842015-10-10T14:41:16.666-05:002015-10-10T14:41:16.666-05:00Oops! I thought I was being original about her blo...Oops! I thought I was being original about her blood, but then I finished reading and I saw that was Anonymous 7:15's idea (hehe ...sorry)<br /><br />And, yeah, I was thinking alien.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-24575498412106845962015-10-10T14:35:01.457-05:002015-10-10T14:35:01.457-05:00Oooh...I like it.Oooh...I like it.Lily Spinnernoreply@blogger.com