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///// Nightdwellers 'Fiend' Challenge ///// It was World Book Day at the beginning of March so for the rest of this month write about your favourite villain/s / antihero/s / criminal/s from fact or fiction. Tag it #nightdwellers #fiend #WorldBookDay. I look forward to reading all your posts… http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RichWithey

Alice Burns...

Alice sits and plays with her hair

At the edge of the world she's without a care

Alice, dressed in something other than blue

Perhaps she's happier than you

While she fumbles with ribbons of white

And paints imaginary pictures of delight

Cats inside-out and bloody things

Squashed caterpillars infected with wasps stings

The despair of rabbit, crucified on a clock

The Queen left dead on a chopping block

Yes Alice skips the day away

Insanity is only a conviction if you see the crime

The dazed, distressed, those very first signs

The delicate fall from grace that's a feather in the wind

But its final decent will crack the world with its sin

Little drops of mercury that turn to led

Found in the stomach of a hatter, poisoned and now so dead

Like the rest of Wonderland as it burns in burrows all over the world

Alice's pyromania has the news confused

Don't cross Alice or she'll bring you your death

And their will be no tea party for you before your last breath...

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///// Nightdwellers 'Fiend' Challenge ///// It was World Book Day at the beginning of March so for the rest of this month write about your favourite villain/s / antihero/s / criminal/s from fact or fiction. Tag it #nightdwellers #fiend #WorldBookDay. I look forward to reading all your posts… http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RichWithey
Alice Burns...
Alice sits and plays with her hair
At the edge of the world she's without a care
Alice, dressed in something other than blue
Perhaps she's happier than you
While she fumbles with ribbons of white
And paints imaginary pictures of delight
Cats inside-out and bloody things
Squashed caterpillars infected with wasps stings
The despair of rabbit, crucified on a clock
The Queen left dead on a chopping block
Yes Alice skips the day away
Insanity is only a conviction if you see the crime
The dazed, distressed, those very first signs
The delicate fall from grace that's a feather in the wind
But its final decent will crack the world with its sin
Little drops of mercury that turn to led
Found in the stomach of a hatter, poisoned and now so dead
Like the rest of Wonderland as it burns in burrows all over the world
Alice's pyromania has the news confused
Don't cross Alice or she'll bring you your death
And their will be no tea party for you before your last breath...


© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.
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Destiny (the universe got it right, but you couldn't)

The universe

Aligned our paths

And I, called it

Destiny

And then you uttered that word;

Destiny

But as time passes by

It is apparent that I -

Was the only one that believed

And just as that word drifted from my mind

And just as I started healing, and my chest;

was about to stop aching

"Destiny"

Was uttered again, by a stranger now

Amidst our conversation

And I no longer knew what it felt like to be

At ease,

Without thoughts clouding my mind or

An aching in my chest

And of all the words that could've been used

This once beautiful word, has been tainted

And of all the thoughts, about you, I've endured

The once beautiful thoughts, have been tainted

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Destiny (the universe got it right, but you couldn't)
The universe
Aligned our paths
And I, called it
Destiny
And then you uttered that word;
Destiny

But as time passes by
It is apparent that I -
Was the only one that believed

And just as that word drifted from my mind
And just as I started healing, and my chest;
was about to stop aching

"Destiny"
Was uttered again, by a stranger now
Amidst our conversation
And I no longer knew what it felt like to be
At ease,
Without thoughts clouding my mind or
An aching in my chest

And of all the words that could've been used
This once beautiful word, has been tainted
And of all the thoughts, about you, I've endured
The once beautiful thoughts, have been tainted
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I'm sorry,

said the broken doll

as it lay

smiling from cracked lips

and with limbs askew

she tried

to dance for you

once again

devotion

              

                            is

     

                                             blind 

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Written by fallingundone in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I'm sorry,
said the broken doll
as it lay
smiling from cracked lips
and with limbs askew
she tried
to dance for you
once again

devotion
              
                            is
     
                                             blind 
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Part 6 Final scene! It seems we have come to the end of the road....however, if enough show interest I will continue...so keep that in mind when you are writing the gripping end! I would like to feel the gamut of emotion in this write. Make me laugh, and cry and get angry all in the last few paragraphs. Thank you all for participating! This has been great fun! It's been so fun...you get 400 words to wow me in your ending! One stipulation...that is also the minimum word limit as well!
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The Old Master Part 8

Inside his hut the demon sorcerer brewed another hot, bubbling cauldron. One smell from the toxic fumes informed him of the perfection of the fresh brew. Just as he was about to take a cupful of poisoned liquid, he heard a knock outside his door. Interrupted during his morning tea yet again.

"Enter." Legion bellowed. 

"Legion, old friend!" Lu said as he stepped through the door.

"My lord," His loyal adviser said with a bow. "How may I be of service?"

"You can give yourself a pat on the back for starters." The devil boasted. "Rosie got her essay back. A+, gold star, and everything - and she said it was all thanks to you. I'll admit I was a little jealous that she didn't pick me to help her out."

"With all do respect, my lord. You don't have much knowledge to botany."

"What are you talking about?" Lu asked. "Oh, she didn't tell you. You might want to read this then."

Confused, Legion took the short essay from his king's hand and read it. He, the all powerful, the all knowing, the wise master of the dark arts, was deceived by a human child. What he read was certainly not about biology or plants, but what he read was enough to craft a smile beneath his tattered scarf.

                                        Who I Find The Most Interesting

                                                By Rosemary Gravely

There sure are a ton of interesting people in the world that it's hard to choose one that interests me the most. And if you've met my stepfather and some of his employees, interesting is just one word to describe them all. But I think the one that stands out the most to me would be my stepfather's adviser, Legion. Legion serves as the royal adviser for my father, making sure he doesn't go through with whatever dumb scheme he cooked up. He's also a part time scientist and teacher. Don't make him angry because he can even kick some serious ass. He's like Gandalf, Yoda, and Mr. Miyagi all in one. When I first met him I really didn't know what to think of him. I mean he's pretty creepy looking, he comes off as kinda crude with his brutal honesty, and he can be kinda boring at times. But sometimes you gotta look past what you think is scary and hideous in order to see the true beauty within. 

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Part 6 Final scene! It seems we have come to the end of the road....however, if enough show interest I will continue...so keep that in mind when you are writing the gripping end! I would like to feel the gamut of emotion in this write. Make me laugh, and cry and get angry all in the last few paragraphs. Thank you all for participating! This has been great fun! It's been so fun...you get 400 words to wow me in your ending! One stipulation...that is also the minimum word limit as well!
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The Old Master Part 8
Inside his hut the demon sorcerer brewed another hot, bubbling cauldron. One smell from the toxic fumes informed him of the perfection of the fresh brew. Just as he was about to take a cupful of poisoned liquid, he heard a knock outside his door. Interrupted during his morning tea yet again.

"Enter." Legion bellowed. 

"Legion, old friend!" Lu said as he stepped through the door.

"My lord," His loyal adviser said with a bow. "How may I be of service?"

"You can give yourself a pat on the back for starters." The devil boasted. "Rosie got her essay back. A+, gold star, and everything - and she said it was all thanks to you. I'll admit I was a little jealous that she didn't pick me to help her out."

"With all do respect, my lord. You don't have much knowledge to botany."

"What are you talking about?" Lu asked. "Oh, she didn't tell you. You might want to read this then."

Confused, Legion took the short essay from his king's hand and read it. He, the all powerful, the all knowing, the wise master of the dark arts, was deceived by a human child. What he read was certainly not about biology or plants, but what he read was enough to craft a smile beneath his tattered scarf.



                                        Who I Find The Most Interesting

                                                By Rosemary Gravely

There sure are a ton of interesting people in the world that it's hard to choose one that interests me the most. And if you've met my stepfather and some of his employees, interesting is just one word to describe them all. But I think the one that stands out the most to me would be my stepfather's adviser, Legion. Legion serves as the royal adviser for my father, making sure he doesn't go through with whatever dumb scheme he cooked up. He's also a part time scientist and teacher. Don't make him angry because he can even kick some serious ass. He's like Gandalf, Yoda, and Mr. Miyagi all in one. When I first met him I really didn't know what to think of him. I mean he's pretty creepy looking, he comes off as kinda crude with his brutal honesty, and he can be kinda boring at times. But sometimes you gotta look past what you think is scary and hideous in order to see the true beauty within. 
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Part 5 Okay it seems some are growing weary and dropping out, but for the ones who are hanging in this will be the next to the last write. So prepare yourself for an ending to come soon. But, on this one let's see how much emotion you can put into your write! I want to feel myself getting emotional......you get to pick which emotion I feel though. I will even give you an extra 50 words- maximum 350 this time. Still juicing, but will be a little more generous thus a little more sparing/wow me!
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The Old Master Part 7

Legion crept low to the soil with all his eyes locked on a single flower shadowed by a black mist. He unhooked the skull amulet he carried around his neck and whispered into it in strange tongues. Rosie watched as the skull opened his small mouth and the black mist surrounding flower shoot inside like it was sucked through a straw. The skull clamped shut, forever locking whatever contamination had engulfed the decay-looking plant along with other evil souls he had locked prior. 

"What was that?" Rosemary asked.

"A taint that has been long since forgotten." Legion replied. "Nothing you need to concern yourself over."

"Tell me." She softly urged once more.

Legion exhaled his hesitation, but he complied. "There were others before your father to claim the title as Devil. What you witnessed was an extraction of a piece of a soul of the worst of them, the one before your father. He was called Baracrus. Baracrus sought the destruction of Heaven and its angels, and if his reign had continued he would have destroyed all of creation."

"What happened to him?"

"Destroyed, long ago. Only shattered fragments of his dark soul remain."

"You served him just like you serve Lu?"

"Yes. The worst I ever had to do under his rule was to create a living weapon that would give demon-kind an edge in the war."

"War?"

"The Heaven-Hell War. A war for all the souls."

Soon after Legion waved his hand once more, which emitted a brown glow around it. With his magic he crafted a clay pot out of the earth of the surrounding cave mouth. Carefully he scooped up one of the Deathly Blooms into his hand then placed it inside the materialized pot. Once inside he gently patted and smoothed the soil, which made the flower feel more comfortable in its new home. With his telekinetic powers he lowered the pot to Rosemary, which she gratefully took.

"Know this, child. Your father -stepfather- is a good king. But I fear by following the orders of one monster, I forever cursed him with another."

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The Old Master Part 7
Legion crept low to the soil with all his eyes locked on a single flower shadowed by a black mist. He unhooked the skull amulet he carried around his neck and whispered into it in strange tongues. Rosie watched as the skull opened his small mouth and the black mist surrounding flower shoot inside like it was sucked through a straw. The skull clamped shut, forever locking whatever contamination had engulfed the decay-looking plant along with other evil souls he had locked prior. 

"What was that?" Rosemary asked.

"A taint that has been long since forgotten." Legion replied. "Nothing you need to concern yourself over."

"Tell me." She softly urged once more.

Legion exhaled his hesitation, but he complied. "There were others before your father to claim the title as Devil. What you witnessed was an extraction of a piece of a soul of the worst of them, the one before your father. He was called Baracrus. Baracrus sought the destruction of Heaven and its angels, and if his reign had continued he would have destroyed all of creation."

"What happened to him?"

"Destroyed, long ago. Only shattered fragments of his dark soul remain."

"You served him just like you serve Lu?"

"Yes. The worst I ever had to do under his rule was to create a living weapon that would give demon-kind an edge in the war."

"War?"

"The Heaven-Hell War. A war for all the souls."

Soon after Legion waved his hand once more, which emitted a brown glow around it. With his magic he crafted a clay pot out of the earth of the surrounding cave mouth. Carefully he scooped up one of the Deathly Blooms into his hand then placed it inside the materialized pot. Once inside he gently patted and smoothed the soil, which made the flower feel more comfortable in its new home. With his telekinetic powers he lowered the pot to Rosemary, which she gratefully took.

"Know this, child. Your father -stepfather- is a good king. But I fear by following the orders of one monster, I forever cursed him with another."
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Orpheus's Lament

I sat down by the River Styx

Knowing I'd never feel her kiss

My Eurydice

She was taken from me

Dissolved into the mist

And my hand it groped the hilt

As I agonized in my guilt

If I used the blade

Could I see her face?

Would in vain my blood be spilt?

But instead I built a pyre

And for her I played my lyre

I remembered her

Then her red embers

Welcomed me into the fire

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Orpheus's Lament
I sat down by the River Styx
Knowing I'd never feel her kiss
My Eurydice
She was taken from me
Dissolved into the mist

And my hand it groped the hilt
As I agonized in my guilt
If I used the blade
Could I see her face?
Would in vain my blood be spilt?

But instead I built a pyre
And for her I played my lyre
I remembered her
Then her red embers
Welcomed me into the fire
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The Old Master Part 5

The wrethkar herd continued their free roam in the ravine. Wandering amongst the herd was Legion, the great demon sorcerer, who searched for a flower, the Deathly Bloom, that would be suitable for Rosemary's upcoming presentation for her class. And where was Rosemary Gravely? She sat away from the old demon an a small boulder pile, no longer interested in her project but more so on the gentle herd that allowed the two of them to roam with. She sketched out drawings of a few of the beasts in her notepad. She drew in detail of each spike and scale of the young and the old. She even drew Legion guiding the herd like a old shepherd, which made her smile even more.

Suddenly she felt a tug on the back of her hoodie. She turned and saw an infant wrethkar gnawing at the cloth. It was the same baby that Legion helped birth. The newborn released her and gave a small squeak, then jumped down from the boulder pile. It was born not that long, perhaps only an hour or two, yet it was already walking and running at an accelerated rate. With every couple feet it ran it would always look back at Rosemary, coaxing her attention. 

"Oh, you want to play?" Rosie giggled. She could resist its temptations. Jumping down from the pile, Rosemary pursued the swift infant. It ran farther and farther from the human girl that she could barely keep up. She soon chased the newborn down the ravine which led them to a canyon. The infant cut through a rocky corner and disappeared. Right then she heard frantic squeals of the infant. 

"Oy! Snagged another one!" A grizzled voice cried out.

Rosemary darted for the large rock and crouched down. She poked her head from behind the large rock and saw three demons, that she has never met until now, gathered around a small campsite and safeguarded a set of large, wooden crates. One demon appeared like a muscled skeleton, much like Ghuul, but the horns on his head were longer like a gazelle. The second demon was much thinner and shorter than his comrades, with his appearance head and legs appearing rather goat like. The third demon was much more sinister looking than the others, with his muscular appearance much like a cross between a human and a lizard, complete with flaky scales, a short tail that swung behind, and his left eye so scarred up he couldn't open it.

"Remind me again why we're snatchin' up these babies." The skinny goat-demon whined. "Why can't we hunt down the bigger ones?"

"Their hides are only soft like this until they get bigger." Their horned leader explained. "Good for makin' some smooth leather, and worth quite a fortune to the right buyers. I gots me a flyboy in the heavens whose looking to buy off on some of their skins."

"Oh I can't wait to tell me brother." The skinny goat-demon giddied. "He's gonna be jelly of me when I come back stupid rich."

"You best keep your gob shut less you don't wanna loose your head!" The scarred lizard-demon warned his eager partner. "If any higher demons finds out what we've been up to it'll be our hides that's skinned."

Rosemary grew angry of what these demons were planning. She knew she had to get them out of that crate. As the demons talked among themselves of how their profits would be split, Rosie sneaked quietly to the crate. The closer she drew she heard the desperate pleas of the baby wrethkars inside the crate. She reached for the lock and tugged with all her might, but the lock wouldn't budge. 

Suddenly she felt something yank at her hood and hoisted her off the ground. She could help but let out a small yelp from the hoisting. Off the ground she dangled in the hand of the scarred demon, who barred his sharp teeth at her.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a spy in our mist, boys!" The scarred lizard-demon hissed to his comrades.

The other two demons gather around the two. They watched how Rosemary kicked about in the air and her small naval was exposed from her hoodie and shirt being held up. 

"What is it?" The skinny goat-demon asked.

"Looks like a soul." The horned leader commented.

The scarred lizard-demon took a couple sniffs at Rosemary and hissed once more, "Don't reek like one. Too fleshy and clothed to be a soul." 

"I'm a girl, you jerks!" Rosie retorted. "And you better let these baby wrethkars go!

"Or what?" The horned leader jeered.

"Or I'll tell my stepfather!" She warned. "May have heard of him. He's the devil, sometimes referred as the boss."

All three of the demons gulped at the mention of her stepfather. Small sweat beads dripped down from their monstrous heads.

"She's the boss's brat!?" The skinny goat-demon squeaked. 

"No she ain't!" The horned leader denied. "She's a liar!"

"Hey, what if she's telling the truth?" The skinny one asked. "What if we're ratted straight to the devil?"

"She's a kid. Kids always tell lies to get outta trouble." The lizard-demon spat. He then drew a large bowie knife from his belt and raised up to the girl's chin, to which she gasped at its sharpness. "Kids also know how to keep their mouths shut or risk their tongues cut out if she spills to anyone."

"And what of me?" A familiar voice bellowed nearby. "What is my punishment for knowing?"

All four looked to the path and saw the great demon sorcerer supreme himself lingering down their way. His old staff tapped the ground with each slow step. Each pair of spider like eyes glared to each of the poaching demons. The horned leader and skinny goat-demon pulled out their machetes from the sheaves of their pants and readied themselves.

"Oy! That there's Legion, the royal adviser." The skinny goat-demon gasped. "Kid was speakin' the truth!"

"This ain't your concern, old timer." The scarred lizard-demon hissed.

"You are trespassing on ground you do not belong in," The old arachnid said. "You are holding my assistant hostage and are threatening her life, and you have a few infant wrethkars boxed up with intentions to craft their hides into leather and sell it to the black market, an act to which I myself established a ban all across the depths of Hell. I would say that this indeed is now my concern. I am will grant each of you mercy and pardon your crimes if you do the following: release the wrethkars, apologize to the girl, leave this place, abnegate your professions, and never return.""

"Gut this old wizard!" The horned leader ordered.

The scarred lizard-demon dropped Rosie onto the ground and charged forward with the skinny goat-demon following suit. Legion spun his staff around and struck it against their heads. The skinny goat-demon took few more strikes against his body before being sent flying to the canyon wall by a final blow. The scarred-lizard demon tried to blast Legion with a couple fireballs, but, without a single glance, the sorcerer dissolved them with his hand. A purple glow emitted from the arachnid's hand followed by a great gust of wind, which blasted the scarred attacker into the canyon wall as well. 

The horned leader charged forward only to drop to his knees when Legion's staff jabbed him below his belt. A hard strike across his head knocked him on his back, which forced the demon to groan loudly from his pain. He then gagged when the wooden staff pressed down on his throat with the sorcerer standing above him.

"My offer still stands." Legion reminded them.

After their humiliating defeat at the hands of the old demon, the poachers did exactly as he instructed. They dropped their weapons, unlocked the crate of baby wrethkars, to which the babies scampered back to the herd. The poachers then followed up with a short apology to Rosemary, who mockingly smiled and laughed as they all ran out of the canyon, screaming like scared girls. Legion raised his left hand, which emitted a hazy green glow. Sprouting from the tainted ground were large roots that coiled around the crates, crushing them down into tiny splinters, so they can never be used again. 

Legion then looked on to Rosemary and said. "For one so small you seem to constantly find yourself in big trouble." 

"It's a bad habit." Rosie jested. "What about you? I thought you were against violence."

"I am. But I am for self defense."

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The Old Master Part 5
The wrethkar herd continued their free roam in the ravine. Wandering amongst the herd was Legion, the great demon sorcerer, who searched for a flower, the Deathly Bloom, that would be suitable for Rosemary's upcoming presentation for her class. And where was Rosemary Gravely? She sat away from the old demon an a small boulder pile, no longer interested in her project but more so on the gentle herd that allowed the two of them to roam with. She sketched out drawings of a few of the beasts in her notepad. She drew in detail of each spike and scale of the young and the old. She even drew Legion guiding the herd like a old shepherd, which made her smile even more.

Suddenly she felt a tug on the back of her hoodie. She turned and saw an infant wrethkar gnawing at the cloth. It was the same baby that Legion helped birth. The newborn released her and gave a small squeak, then jumped down from the boulder pile. It was born not that long, perhaps only an hour or two, yet it was already walking and running at an accelerated rate. With every couple feet it ran it would always look back at Rosemary, coaxing her attention. 

"Oh, you want to play?" Rosie giggled. She could resist its temptations. Jumping down from the pile, Rosemary pursued the swift infant. It ran farther and farther from the human girl that she could barely keep up. She soon chased the newborn down the ravine which led them to a canyon. The infant cut through a rocky corner and disappeared. Right then she heard frantic squeals of the infant. 

"Oy! Snagged another one!" A grizzled voice cried out.

Rosemary darted for the large rock and crouched down. She poked her head from behind the large rock and saw three demons, that she has never met until now, gathered around a small campsite and safeguarded a set of large, wooden crates. One demon appeared like a muscled skeleton, much like Ghuul, but the horns on his head were longer like a gazelle. The second demon was much thinner and shorter than his comrades, with his appearance head and legs appearing rather goat like. The third demon was much more sinister looking than the others, with his muscular appearance much like a cross between a human and a lizard, complete with flaky scales, a short tail that swung behind, and his left eye so scarred up he couldn't open it.

"Remind me again why we're snatchin' up these babies." The skinny goat-demon whined. "Why can't we hunt down the bigger ones?"

"Their hides are only soft like this until they get bigger." Their horned leader explained. "Good for makin' some smooth leather, and worth quite a fortune to the right buyers. I gots me a flyboy in the heavens whose looking to buy off on some of their skins."

"Oh I can't wait to tell me brother." The skinny goat-demon giddied. "He's gonna be jelly of me when I come back stupid rich."

"You best keep your gob shut less you don't wanna loose your head!" The scarred lizard-demon warned his eager partner. "If any higher demons finds out what we've been up to it'll be our hides that's skinned."

Rosemary grew angry of what these demons were planning. She knew she had to get them out of that crate. As the demons talked among themselves of how their profits would be split, Rosie sneaked quietly to the crate. The closer she drew she heard the desperate pleas of the baby wrethkars inside the crate. She reached for the lock and tugged with all her might, but the lock wouldn't budge. 

Suddenly she felt something yank at her hood and hoisted her off the ground. She could help but let out a small yelp from the hoisting. Off the ground she dangled in the hand of the scarred demon, who barred his sharp teeth at her.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a spy in our mist, boys!" The scarred lizard-demon hissed to his comrades.

The other two demons gather around the two. They watched how Rosemary kicked about in the air and her small naval was exposed from her hoodie and shirt being held up. 

"What is it?" The skinny goat-demon asked.

"Looks like a soul." The horned leader commented.

The scarred lizard-demon took a couple sniffs at Rosemary and hissed once more, "Don't reek like one. Too fleshy and clothed to be a soul." 

"I'm a girl, you jerks!" Rosie retorted. "And you better let these baby wrethkars go!

"Or what?" The horned leader jeered.

"Or I'll tell my stepfather!" She warned. "May have heard of him. He's the devil, sometimes referred as the boss."

All three of the demons gulped at the mention of her stepfather. Small sweat beads dripped down from their monstrous heads.

"She's the boss's brat!?" The skinny goat-demon squeaked. 

"No she ain't!" The horned leader denied. "She's a liar!"

"Hey, what if she's telling the truth?" The skinny one asked. "What if we're ratted straight to the devil?"

"She's a kid. Kids always tell lies to get outta trouble." The lizard-demon spat. He then drew a large bowie knife from his belt and raised up to the girl's chin, to which she gasped at its sharpness. "Kids also know how to keep their mouths shut or risk their tongues cut out if she spills to anyone."

"And what of me?" A familiar voice bellowed nearby. "What is my punishment for knowing?"

All four looked to the path and saw the great demon sorcerer supreme himself lingering down their way. His old staff tapped the ground with each slow step. Each pair of spider like eyes glared to each of the poaching demons. The horned leader and skinny goat-demon pulled out their machetes from the sheaves of their pants and readied themselves.

"Oy! That there's Legion, the royal adviser." The skinny goat-demon gasped. "Kid was speakin' the truth!"

"This ain't your concern, old timer." The scarred lizard-demon hissed.

"You are trespassing on ground you do not belong in," The old arachnid said. "You are holding my assistant hostage and are threatening her life, and you have a few infant wrethkars boxed up with intentions to craft their hides into leather and sell it to the black market, an act to which I myself established a ban all across the depths of Hell. I would say that this indeed is now my concern. I am will grant each of you mercy and pardon your crimes if you do the following: release the wrethkars, apologize to the girl, leave this place, abnegate your professions, and never return.""

"Gut this old wizard!" The horned leader ordered.

The scarred lizard-demon dropped Rosie onto the ground and charged forward with the skinny goat-demon following suit. Legion spun his staff around and struck it against their heads. The skinny goat-demon took few more strikes against his body before being sent flying to the canyon wall by a final blow. The scarred-lizard demon tried to blast Legion with a couple fireballs, but, without a single glance, the sorcerer dissolved them with his hand. A purple glow emitted from the arachnid's hand followed by a great gust of wind, which blasted the scarred attacker into the canyon wall as well. 

The horned leader charged forward only to drop to his knees when Legion's staff jabbed him below his belt. A hard strike across his head knocked him on his back, which forced the demon to groan loudly from his pain. He then gagged when the wooden staff pressed down on his throat with the sorcerer standing above him.

"My offer still stands." Legion reminded them.

After their humiliating defeat at the hands of the old demon, the poachers did exactly as he instructed. They dropped their weapons, unlocked the crate of baby wrethkars, to which the babies scampered back to the herd. The poachers then followed up with a short apology to Rosemary, who mockingly smiled and laughed as they all ran out of the canyon, screaming like scared girls. Legion raised his left hand, which emitted a hazy green glow. Sprouting from the tainted ground were large roots that coiled around the crates, crushing them down into tiny splinters, so they can never be used again. 

Legion then looked on to Rosemary and said. "For one so small you seem to constantly find yourself in big trouble." 

"It's a bad habit." Rosie jested. "What about you? I thought you were against violence."

"I am. But I am for self defense."
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Part 4 Be sure to find part 1, 2 and part 3 This is a continued write. So the challenge for 4 is write another 300 words, vivid descriptions, and do something to shock me in this part! A big twist of some sort! Make it good and blow my mind! Then leave me wanting more! The juicier it is the more likely you will get juiced!
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The Old Master Part 6

Legion's six eyes beamed. Caught in a mesmerized trance, he slowly crept to a corner of the canyon

"There." He muffled. Rosemary was confused. She looked to where the old demon was moving for where she caught a glimpse of a patch of what looked to be plants that sprouted from beneath the mouth of a very small gaping burrow. 

"Here we are," Legion thrillingly exclaimed. "The Deathly Bloom!"

His human compatriot ran toward the opening to see what his excitement. Yet Rosie's eagerness could not match that with the demon sorcerer's for when she arrived at where he knelt she saw only a large patch of dying weeds. The stems were bent like fish hooks, the leaves below were dried up, and their black petals were closed together.

"But they're all dead." Rosie said sadly. 

She then felt Legion's large six-fingered hand slide along her own. Two of his fingers directed her index finger outward; then he guided her to one of the dead flowers before them. With a light poke on a frail petal, the Deathly Bloom waved back and forth like a swing caught in the wind. The petals blossomed up and revealed its lively spark that it hid away. Its glistening colors of radiant purples and browns, along with shades of black and grey, all blended wondrously together that it looked like this small flower held a whole new galaxy inside. Rosemary's eyes twinkled at the sight of the flower's natural beauty that a gleeful smile enveloped again on her face.

"Sometimes you have to look past what seems scary or hideous in order to see the true beauty within." The wise, old demon boasted. 

Rosie started poking at every flower she could spot. But then Legion stopped her with his staff. "Back away!" He warned.

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Part 4 Be sure to find part 1, 2 and part 3 This is a continued write. So the challenge for 4 is write another 300 words, vivid descriptions, and do something to shock me in this part! A big twist of some sort! Make it good and blow my mind! Then leave me wanting more! The juicier it is the more likely you will get juiced!
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The Old Master Part 6
Legion's six eyes beamed. Caught in a mesmerized trance, he slowly crept to a corner of the canyon

"There." He muffled. Rosemary was confused. She looked to where the old demon was moving for where she caught a glimpse of a patch of what looked to be plants that sprouted from beneath the mouth of a very small gaping burrow. 

"Here we are," Legion thrillingly exclaimed. "The Deathly Bloom!"

His human compatriot ran toward the opening to see what his excitement. Yet Rosie's eagerness could not match that with the demon sorcerer's for when she arrived at where he knelt she saw only a large patch of dying weeds. The stems were bent like fish hooks, the leaves below were dried up, and their black petals were closed together.

"But they're all dead." Rosie said sadly. 

She then felt Legion's large six-fingered hand slide along her own. Two of his fingers directed her index finger outward; then he guided her to one of the dead flowers before them. With a light poke on a frail petal, the Deathly Bloom waved back and forth like a swing caught in the wind. The petals blossomed up and revealed its lively spark that it hid away. Its glistening colors of radiant purples and browns, along with shades of black and grey, all blended wondrously together that it looked like this small flower held a whole new galaxy inside. Rosemary's eyes twinkled at the sight of the flower's natural beauty that a gleeful smile enveloped again on her face.

"Sometimes you have to look past what seems scary or hideous in order to see the true beauty within." The wise, old demon boasted. 

Rosie started poking at every flower she could spot. But then Legion stopped her with his staff. "Back away!" He warned.
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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The Man Who Was Too Mediocre

Frank had always done his job the right way, finished his work on time. He had never gotten into arguments and had gone to church every Sunday.

So he was not expecting to hear what Peter told him.

"Such an unpleasant situation. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to pass. It pains me to have to send you Below, but I have no choice. This place is reserved for the best of your kind. Yahweh's rules. I'm truly sorry."

And then Frank felt his phantom limbs leave the ground as he plunged towards Hell at the speed of light. He felt his soul stringed and stretched like melted cheese, like a light wave being sucked into a black hole.

Then darkness. He was still now, though he felt no ground beneath him. He could sense only emptiness around him.

Suddenly, from the void, a voice spoke to him. It was deeper than anything meant to be heard by human ears, but the voice penetrated him and resonated through every fiber of his soul. Every word seemed to last an eternity.

"You do not belong here.

This is a place reserved for the worst among you.

You carry no evil, no hatred.

No fears to feed from, nor any hopes or dreams to drain you of.

I have no use for you.

Be gone."

And so rejected from both Heaven and Hell, Frank was left to wander through the spiritual realm. He journeyed for thousands of years, searching every corner of limbo for a place to rest his soul.

He encountered Anubis,Thoth, and Ammut, and they judged him and weighed his heart.

But they could neither welcome him nor condemn him, for his heart contained nothing inside of it and was lighter than the feather, Maat. Thoth had never recorded an event like that before.

He met The Enlightened One, who meditated in empathy for Frank.

But Frank could not be reincarnated, for the way he had led his life had not been good, but it had not been bad either, so any new manifestation of Frank could not be anything greater or worse than himself. And coming back as your past self is prohibited for mortals.

Enlightenment was even more out of the question.

He reached the bank of the River Styx but did not have a single obol to pay for passage, so Charon could not let him step foot on his ferry.

He tried to become a ghost, but even that he could not be, for any mortal must have a strong purpose in life in order to remain attached to the physical plane.

So, aimlessly he wandered for many more centuries, barely existing as little more than a long lost memory. It was not much different than how he had existed in his physical form, and Frank realized he didn't mind limbo so much after all. Limbo was not good, but it wasn't bad either.

And that suited Frank just fine.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Syne
The Man Who Was Too Mediocre
Frank had always done his job the right way, finished his work on time. He had never gotten into arguments and had gone to church every Sunday.
So he was not expecting to hear what Peter told him.

"Such an unpleasant situation. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to pass. It pains me to have to send you Below, but I have no choice. This place is reserved for the best of your kind. Yahweh's rules. I'm truly sorry."

And then Frank felt his phantom limbs leave the ground as he plunged towards Hell at the speed of light. He felt his soul stringed and stretched like melted cheese, like a light wave being sucked into a black hole.

Then darkness. He was still now, though he felt no ground beneath him. He could sense only emptiness around him.

Suddenly, from the void, a voice spoke to him. It was deeper than anything meant to be heard by human ears, but the voice penetrated him and resonated through every fiber of his soul. Every word seemed to last an eternity.

"You do not belong here.
This is a place reserved for the worst among you.
You carry no evil, no hatred.
No fears to feed from, nor any hopes or dreams to drain you of.
I have no use for you.
Be gone."

And so rejected from both Heaven and Hell, Frank was left to wander through the spiritual realm. He journeyed for thousands of years, searching every corner of limbo for a place to rest his soul.

He encountered Anubis,Thoth, and Ammut, and they judged him and weighed his heart.
But they could neither welcome him nor condemn him, for his heart contained nothing inside of it and was lighter than the feather, Maat. Thoth had never recorded an event like that before.

He met The Enlightened One, who meditated in empathy for Frank.
But Frank could not be reincarnated, for the way he had led his life had not been good, but it had not been bad either, so any new manifestation of Frank could not be anything greater or worse than himself. And coming back as your past self is prohibited for mortals.
Enlightenment was even more out of the question.

He reached the bank of the River Styx but did not have a single obol to pay for passage, so Charon could not let him step foot on his ferry.

He tried to become a ghost, but even that he could not be, for any mortal must have a strong purpose in life in order to remain attached to the physical plane.

So, aimlessly he wandered for many more centuries, barely existing as little more than a long lost memory. It was not much different than how he had existed in his physical form, and Frank realized he didn't mind limbo so much after all. Limbo was not good, but it wasn't bad either.

And that suited Frank just fine.
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Written by brieannekt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Bow of Eros

Daintily, she carries the wings of a blue sparrow.

Retracting, she darts her arrow.

The art of seduction without instruction, bow of eros.

Into the heart of her beloved, flows infinite love. Revival of a wounded warrior, sharp stakes start up his heart.

Without a bloody scene splatter, she meets his divine being.

Maiden of Matter, goddess of celestial beings.

Lordess of the ring.

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Written by brieannekt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Bow of Eros
Daintily, she carries the wings of a blue sparrow.
Retracting, she darts her arrow.
The art of seduction without instruction, bow of eros.
Into the heart of her beloved, flows infinite love. Revival of a wounded warrior, sharp stakes start up his heart.
Without a bloody scene splatter, she meets his divine being.
Maiden of Matter, goddess of celestial beings.
Lordess of the ring.
#fantasy  #fiction  #adventure  #poetry  #mystery  #spirituality  #culture 
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