Warriors – Episode 5

This was written as only a part of a larger story delivered weekly in a serial format.

Previous episodes:  Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4

The Seedling

The week passed in a blur of rainy nights, planting days, and dreams. Dreams, always with a woman warrior that could be Raelle herself at an older age.

It was the dreams that pushed Raelle out of bed in the mornings, through her morning chores, and into the fields to plant as much as she could before the sun disappeared beyond the village that lay on the other side of the forest every evening. That field had to be planted before her Pop Pop would teach her to fight, and she had to learn that if she was ever to be the woman in her dreams. Continue reading “Warriors – Episode 5”

#FridayFictioneers – A Good Husband

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Frank was a good husband.  He loved his wife of 44 years, his family, and the time they spent together, mostly on the water.

Maude held him close, as she and her boys stepped on the boat lined dock.  Memories floated up through the waters of time, and filled her eyes with tears.

Her boys hugged her tight until they came to Frank’s Joy, where they helped her board.

Dark water lapped beneath as they dangled feet over the bow, talked of good times, and laughed until Maude pulled the top from the urn.

“Goodbye my love.”

WC:  96


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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Running Behind

cappuccino on table

If we were having coffee, I tell you that I am running behind this week.  I keep telling myself that it’s okay, but to be honest, I don’t like it.  The weekly #FridayFictioneers post isn’t done, and the same can be said of the coming week’s episode of Warriors.

But it’s Saturday morning now, and there’s coffee to be had.  I’ve got a fresh pot of Seattle’s Best just a room away, eggs cooked in a coffee cup, and Counting Crows playing in the background.  Things are near perfect!  Can I get you some coffee?  There’s tea if you prefer or water.  As for me, the need for caffeine is real this morning.

Work got me behind this week.  We were holding a class, an informal one but still, the requirements of a week of class being what they are, well it wears on a person.  The waking an hour early every morning is the worst, as the early morning has never been a friend of mine.  That combined with the always on feeling, even during lunch, can get a little extra tiring for an introvert such as myself.  (Sometimes you just need 30 minutes with the door closed.)  I love my job though, so I’m learning to deal with the early mornings and trying to get my recharge time when I can.

Time for another cup?  I think I will get one too.

The only thing to report on the writing front this week is Episode 4 of Warriors.  Hopefully, I’ll have a #FridayFictioneers posted before days end, but to be honest, looking at the day ahead of me, I can see it happening and not at the same time.  Tomorrow at the worst I should think.

At least the week didn’t stop me from making progress in my reading.  The ride to work is spent listening to the Bible on Audible and though my mind drifts some in the early morning, thoughts of the day or the day before coming unbidden, I feel this time is a benefit.  Throughout the day while eating or some such, I’m always able to catch a few pages of a book stored on the phone.  (real reading here, not listening)  I’m in the 4th book of The Dark Tower series by Stephen King, Wizard and Glass.  The horrible movie almost turned me away from the series, but I’m glad I stuck in there.  As the series has rolled on, it has picked up speed and is now rolling along at a breakneck pace.  I always look forward to the snatched away minutes that I spend in that universe.  The ride home is back to Audible.  This time for the 2nd series that I’m currently engrossed in.  This series is The Demon Cycle by Peter V. Brett.  I’m in the middle of The Desert Spear right now.  Unfortunately, I fell asleep while it played last night.  Now I’ve got to find my place again.

My running is still a sore spot for me.  To be more specific, the sore spot is my right hip.  It doesn’t seem to matter what I do, it just won’t get better, (I’ve got ice on it right now) and there’s a race next weekend.  Ugh!  All I can do is see how it goes, but I’ve got a pretty good idea how that will be.  After next weekend, I’ll probably find myself at the chiropractor.  Something I’ve never done, but it seems to have helped my daughter, so I’m ready to bite the bullet and give it a try.

That’s enough about my week.  How was yours?  Tell me down in the comments or write your own coffee share post!  It’s all in fun, and we have quit a nice little community here that seems welcoming to all!


#WeekendCoffeeShare is an informal weekly link-up that serves as something of a mind-dump for the week.  If there are typos and what-not found here, I apologize, but mind-dump.  I don’t do a lot of editing here as I like that it is more a stream of consciousness type post, normally written while drinking coffee, listening to music, and reflecting on the week gone by.

It is hosted by Eclectic Alli. Check out her post for the week and maybe post a share of your own!

Warriors – Episode 4

This was written as only a part of a larger story delivered weekly in a serial format.  The previous episodes can be found in the links below.

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Chores First

Raelle trudged through her daily chores after a small breakfast of grains and milk that she pushed around the wooden bowl from side to side, only taking a bite every now and again. She replied that nothing was the matter when her Pop Pop asked what the matter was, and in a way, nothing was. Nothing that she could pin down anyway. She had had a dream, and she was no baby. True, it was a dream she didn’t really want to talk about, but it was a dream all the same.

She gave the dishes a scrub and put them away as Fallon made his way out to the field. Planting started today in the rain softened soil of the open fields. Farmers all around the village would be out planting today, taking advantage of the rains they had been blessed with.

Raelle would join her Pop Pop soon, but the chickens had to be seen to and Ole Bessie had to be milked if there was to be any for the following morning’s breakfast..

The tasks came and went without thought. Raelle’s hands worked of their own accord as her mind fought the battle on the road time and again.

The woman on the road was not her, though every part of her being said otherwise. How could it be? She would live in or around the Grey River Village in the shadow of the Storm Mountains all her life and that was all. There was nothing to be done about it. She would marry, have children, and work the farm or tend the home. Her Pop Pop had explained it all to her.

She would live the life her mother would have lived had she not died with flu shortly after giving birth. It had been a bad year for flu and many died with her mother, going home to serve the gods above. She would have the happiness that her mother never had here on earth before she joined her in the above. Raelle would make her mother proud. Thoughts of her mother and life lost replaced thoughts of battle as Raelle walked.

Fallon waved from across the field, rubbed the small of his back, and stretched high over his head before bending again to push a seed into the rain softened earth before covering it over. “It is good to see you my heart. I was getting lonely.”

“Pop Pop, I want to learn to fight,” Raelle said as she walked the last few yards.

Fallon puffed out a long deflating breath. “I’d be lying if I said that I was surprised, what with all the happenings of late.” He gave his daughter a long look as if he was seeing her for the first time or the first time in a long time. “I’ll teach you what I know, but now is not the time, you have to understand that.”

“Will there be a time?” she snapped. The statement was less a question and more demand. Raelle cringed at the sound of her own voice. That tone usually earned her the switch, but she was surprised to see her Pop Pop smiling down on her when she gathered the courage to raise her eyes again.

“You are your mother’s daughter, that’s as sure as the day is long.” Raelle looked confused at the statement. Who else’s daughter would she be? “The day doesn’t last forever though, and seeds don’t plant themselves. We need this whole field planted by week’s end if we are to have a good harvest. After that, I’ll show you all I know about fighting. All I remember from a youth spent in one militia or another.” He went quiet for a long moment, eyes staring off beyond the horizon. “And though I figure its a waste since you’ll never need it, I suppose it won’t hurt nothing either. Knowledge of a thing, whatever that thing is, won’t hurt you. That is your first lesson. Think on that until the field is planted, then we can move onto other things.”

Raelle, too shocked to speak threw her arms around him.


This is the fourth installment of a serial. Every week, another portion will be posted with a target word count between 500 and 1,000.

If you missed the previous episodes, I have links at the top of this post!

I hope you enjoyed this portion of our story!  I look forward to seeing you as we continue the journey.

#WeekendCoffeeShare – Nothing to See Here

cappuccino on table

If we were having coffee, we’d be sitting right here at home, sipping some Seattle’s Best, listening to Smashing Pumpkins, and thinking that it would be a really good idea to just head off to bed.  In any case, we have some coffee in the pot, water in the spigot, and some tea bags that can be steeped in said water so we’re all set!

If feels like last week was a busy one, but looking back on it, I’m not real sure why.  There was work, but that was about it.  I got a few miles in, but not that many, and so on and so forth.  It was a good week, but nothing that should have been too tiring until possibly Saturday morning when I got up at 3:30 am to head into work early with plans on leaving early in return.  That worked out, but not without paying for it a bit.  Early mornings normally bring on tired nights and this one was no exception.  By the time we hit out 7:25 movie time (Skyscraper), I was yawning all over the place but managed to stay awake for the movie.  Afterwards though, it was off to bed for a good ten hours! Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Nothing to See Here”

#FridayFictioneers – The Wall

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Is this safe?”  Todd looked at his brother who lay on the roof with the rifle.

“Sure.  There’s the wall.  It would take a ton of them to get through.  I’ve only ever seen a dozen a day.  And when I see ’em…”  Gabe squeezed the trigger.

Crack!!!  The rifle reported, Todd covered his ears, and across the wall a zombie’s skull exploded.  It took two steps before falling.

“High five little bro.”

Todd slapped his hand and pointed to the treeline.  “Gabe, the trees are moving.”

Countless zombies tumbled out of the trees.

Gabe exhaled and chambered another round.

WC:  100


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Warriors – Episode 3

This was written as part of a serial.

Episode 1

Episode 2 

Dreams

Fallon checked over his wounds and washed blood from his face and knuckles while Raelle prepared herself for bed.

He tucked the blanket tight around his daughter as the first rains of the mountain squall began to fall. Sharp lighting flashed outside, sending light throughout the small house, and Raelle braced herself for the coming boom of thunder. When it came a second later, the house shook with the force.

“Don’t worry about the storm,” Fallon said, brushing the hair from his daughter’s forehead. “It will be gone by morning, and we have lots to do. You’ll need your rest.”

“Pop Pop, can you teach me how to fight?”

He gave her a long look. “I suppose with the days events, that question could have been predicted, but we’re farmers Dear Heart, not soldiers. What need do you have of fighting. Besides, we have crops to plant, and that starts tomorrow when the ground has been softened by the rains. Praise those above for sending their blessings upon us.” He turned his eyes to the heavens, then back to Raelle. “Now got some sleep.” He kissed the top of her head, puffed out the candle on the bedside table, and walked out of the room.

Raelle’s room was small, but she had found a spot for the shield at the foot of her bed. It stood between her feet and the small four paned window that looked out over the farm’s largest field. Raelle would often lay awake at night, waiting to hear the heavy breathing of sleep from her father before rising to watch deer graze by the light of the moon. There would be no deer tonight. Tonight, there would only be wind, lightning, thunder, and driving rain. The spring squalls had begun.

Fallon slept, tired from the days events.

Raelle lay in the bed restless. Her mind going from point to point in the day, connecting them, trying to make sense of them, succeeding at some and failing at others. She always settled on the fight on the road, and how helpless she felt. She hated that feeling, but what could she do about it?

After long hours, the lightning and the booming thunder that accompanied it waned, leaving only the constant rain to sound on the roof. Beneath this constant droning, Raelle drifted into fitful sleep.

***

A great road, the likes of which Raelle had never seen stretched before her. It was wide and long, seeming to take up all the visible space, all things beyond blurred to nothing. A lone hooded warrior stood against four armored foes on smooth worked stone. The warrior, Raelle could see was a woman from stance and apparent body shape, was surrounded by four remaining men. Two others lay discarded, their blood staining the stone just outside the circle.

The woman dressed strange for a warrior, but Raelle knew that was what she was. No armor was visible, only a long flowing brown-green cloak that seemed to hover an inch from the stone.

She bore a shield with only points on the top outer edges and another at the base. It protected her left as she attacked with the sword she held in her right hand. The weapons flowed, extensions of the woman, not tools of war but a part of her. She flowed from stance to stance with grace only told in stories, pushing one man back as another attacked, only to turn into his shield blocked blow to sweep through the man’s leg with the her blade.

The man went down with a scream and it was three against one. The next man lost more than his leg as the warrior drove the point of her sword through the man’s eye-hole. He crashed to the stone and moved no more. The two remaining men charged the warrior together in an all out attack.

She fell back, defending blow after blow as the men tried their skill. She parted their attacks left and right, looking for openings as they charged reckless and full of battle lust.

She took one in the hand with her sword. His own sword clattered to the stones as the warrior turned her attention to the only armed foe left. He retreated as his nerve left him. The warrior engaged, pushing him back. He defended franticly until he tripped over his one legged friend. She drove her sword beneath the man’s breastplate and blood splattered from his mouth.

The man with the mangled hand was running when she turned back. His sword lay abandoned on the road.

The warrior watched the man run, pushed back her hood and took a pull from her water-skin. The man who lay with one leg whispered in awe, “a woman?”

She walked over to the man and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, a woman. The last you will ever see.” She drove the point of her sword between the man’s armor.

Raelle looked then, really looked into the eyes of the warrior, and in those eyes, she the storm and recognized herself.

***

Raelle sat bolt upright in bed, breathing hard, heart beating fast as though it had been her fighting in that strange road.

She lay there, unable to sleep until the morning sun rose to drive the darkness away, thinking of her dream and the day before. Wondering if the woman in the dream, the warrior, had been her, and by the time the day had dawned, decided that it was.


This is the third installment of a serial. Every week, another portion will be posted with a target word count between 500 and 1,000.

If you missed the previous episodes, I have links at the top of this post!

I hope you enjoyed this portion of our story!  I look forward to seeing you as we continue the journey.