Writing Challenge ~ July 2015

[Britwitch]

WRITING CHALLENGE ~ JULY 2015​

Summer is here and so here are your July prompts!
Hopefully you’ll find something that inspires you!

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You can involve the prompts themselves in your piece and make your link to the prompts as obvious or as subtle as you like or use them simply as inspiration for something else. You can use part of the prompts, just one aspect of the images, or use them in their entirety.

As there are several prompts you can of course chose to use all of them in one piece or write one for each…again, it’s your writing, your challenge. You write whatever you’re inspired to write!

The word limit for this challenge is 3,000 words and your submission can take whatever form you desire – poetry or prose, complete story or a vignette. Erotic or not, serious or light hearted, it’s whatever you want it to be!!

Post only your submissions in this thread, constructive comments and reviews are to be posted in the appropriately named – Comment and Review Thread
And please, if you do take the time to read? Please just take a few more minutes to leave a comment.
The deadline for this month’s challenge is Friday 31st July 2015, with August’s challenge hopefully going live the following weekend.

Previous challenges and reviews can be found here.

Happy writing!

 

[DreamCloud]

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I was beginning to tire. Rhiannon had failed to appear as I had hoped. Still I prayed, my dress no longer its blessed white. The rain I tried to ignore had turned it a shade darker, dirtier. I defied the storm knowing that the horse Goddess would not welcome my fear of her life giving waters.

I had been two days on the rocks. Seated where once Rhiannon had appeared before. I was a child then, before she called me her priestess. I had done all she asked. I would do more if she would only guide me. I ask but one thing from her. It was that request which held me to the rock. I would weather any storm for Rhiannon. I would weather even more for Gowerr. I did not hide my love from my prayers. Rhiannon would not welcome deceit.

“You ask much, my child,” the soft voice, so loving and sweet, came from behind. How it permeated past the rain and found my ears I did not know. I turned and her love flooded me as my memories told me it would. I smiled, the blessed rain no longer feeling so cold.

Rhiannon stood before me, dry as if the storm dared not moisten one so lovely. Her eyes bore through me and I knew my heart was open to her. Explanations were not necessary. I was hers as much as I was Gowerr’s.

“His wounds are grave, my Goddess,” I pleaded, “I have done all the healing I know and still he fevers.” A small bird, yellow with a bright orange breast, fluttered from one shoulder to Rhiannon’s other, immune to the storm as well. Somehow, it made me hopeful.

“All life has a beginning and an end, my child,” Rhiannon soothed, her hand softly caressing my cheek, “what you ask will only delay that which must come.” My tears lost themselves among those that fell from the sky. The fever would not break as I had hoped. I steeled my heart and knew what I must do. I stood.

“I will hold him then,” I said, now that I knew my prayers were for naught, ”he will know my love as I have known his.” The bird flittered back to the original shoulder. It was a lovely thing.

“Yes, my child, hold him,” Rhiannon smiled liked sunshine, her love blanketing my coming grief, “You must hurry though, his time is short.” I felt my heart leaden and my eyes dropped to the rocks, away from my Goddess’ beauty. I felt Gowerr’s love slipping away as she spoke. I knew I must hurry. “Mortal life is a fleeting thing,” Rhiannon continued, “I will stall him here, for you my love. But know that I will do so for no longer than fifty winters. Hurry, so he will know your love as I do.”

I looked up and my Goddess was gone. Tears of joy mixed with the rain. I ran. I had a mere fifty years to show Gowerr my love. Fifty years of nights to prove I am his. My Goddess has seen fit to guide me. I shall not let her down.