Thursday Trauma: Revenge

This is also posted at Delores' site, Under the Porch Light.  I had so much fun with it that I decided I would put it up here as well.  Please please go to that site to see what some great writers create!!!

“Griz” lit the stacked logs, then stepped back to enjoy the blaze in the fireplace.  His old cabin glowed in the light, and Griz inhaled the scent of spruce. Ah, the memories this place holds.

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Griz gazed around at the walls laden with his collection of antlers.  The glass eyes of dead bucks reflected a sense of anger. You bastard.

There was a knock at the door and Griz wondered who would be out at this time of night.  He swung open the door and his jaw dropped.  

There, in the moonlight, stood a massive gathering of bucks.  In the lead was the biggest buck Griz had ever seen. 

It stood on its hind legs, and it held a bully club in one front hoof, slapping it onto the other hoof.

Deer gone hunting source

“Griz, we’ve come for revenge.”  And with that, the deer charged into the cabin. 

Crashes and screams lasted a few minutes.  Then all was quiet.

**I grew up in a county noted for deer hunting.  Even sports celebrities flew in to hunt there.

Thursday Trauma: Miz Winifred

Very poisonous

When mysterious plants invaded Miz Winifred’s weed-infested garden, she was overjoyed and relieved. “Finally!  What took you so long?!”  Soon tall stems were loaded with round deep purple berries. Winifred hurried to pick them, a basket over her arm.

As she plucked the berries, the townspeople clustered at her corroded gate, clamped tightly with a rusted lock.

Grape jelly, maybe

They were brimming with unease, baffled by the plants with the inviting berries and Old Miz Winifred.  A premonition of graven events coming soon shivered through them, and all scurried to the safety of home and hearth.

On a cast iron oven, a black cauldron bubbled with toxic herbs, spider pieces, rats’ tails, and black wine, to which Miz Winifred added the dark purple belladonna berries.  

Soon the mixture was cooling in the glass jelly jars, tightly sealed.

“Splendid!” She cackled, packing jars in her basket and climbed onto her broom, launching off into midnight sky.  Almost missed our Annual Witch and Wizard Meeting! They so love my jelly!

Many thanks to Delores at "Under the Porch Light" for providing two lists of 6 each in Thursday Trauma.  Delores is a delightful blogger who has quite an imagination!  Please pop over to her site, and if you wish, leave your own take in her comment section OR at your own site. 

Enjoy your own "Hallowed Eve"!

Thursday Trauma: A Mother's Pride

Soft night

Night sky was just moments away, as the brilliant reds and purples faded to gentle soft pink.  Dusk to Night was a magical moment.

Mama waited, watching for beginning of black night.  Almost…almost…she thought, impatient for the magic to begin.

It happened.  She turned to her brood and announced, “Well, now, off you go!!”

Out they flew from the mouth of the cave: her cloud**of young bats, disappearing into the night, searching for night time bugs.   “Watch out for owls!  And, Bubba, don’t overeat!”

Another successful launch. Papa will be so proud.

Thanks for this new Thursday Trauma challenge go to Delores at Under the Porch Light .  Please check her site for some interesting and delightful prompts.

**This is the title for groups of bats.  Interesting.

David in the Library again

David's library

David found himself in a belligerent mood, stormily striding to the Library.  The entertaining outer façade matched how he viewed his parents: shallow, fake, and idiotic.

Giving his backpack a big heave-ho, David growled as it settled next by the leather chair hidden in the corner. The next edition of Lord James St. John was in reach. 

As he always, David thumbed a few pages into the book.  …hate introductions, hate …hate dedications…

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“…the burial chamber stank…but there it was, in its own sarcophagus, an excellent….of mummification….not ancient mummifying…., but one….skill of modern surgery. Even the scent of ether lingered in stale air.

“Lord James peered closer, observing…evidence showed that this mummy definitely was prepared by…to make evident stratify of his elite...to resemble ancient mummies…skull had begun to calcify by some unknown…This corpse was no more than three years old.”

This makes me angry!!

David leaned back in the leather chair, his mind agitated.  This is about the dullest Lord James Book I have read so far.  What in the world was the author thinking?  Or was he even thinking?

Tossing the inadequate book in nearby trash can, he decided, Time to terminate this, head to Starbucks. They have Wi Fi.

Wednesday Words have been a bit of a zig-zag with some delightful bloggers filling in for Delores at Under the Porch Light as she did battle with her computer. Many kudos go to all those who ran the race with Delores.