And here it is again, the wonderful web of words, woven by writers who…nah, never mind. ;p It’s Fiction Relay time! Time once again for me to take up the spindle and weave us a tale, hopefully one that will inspire more and more to come! In case you haven’t read the previous weavings (all 46 of them, wow!) then you should follow this link to find links to all…or this one, to read the summary so far. I’m betting that you’ll like it, that you’ll have a good time, and hopefully come back for more!
They had taken 5 steps into the room, long enough for Ephraims pronouncement…when suddenly they found themselves in the hall again. An eerie green glow, the exact strength of Jose’s fizzled out light stick, barely illuminated the room. Any attempt to enter the room resulted in the same response, and finally they stopped trying, “milling around in the hallway like a pack of puppies” was the image that came to Jose.
Jose could feel his “part” in the legends approaching, and clutched his medicine pouch even tighter. Thanks to the stories he’d fed on all his life, and his simple knowledge as a mechanic, he knew that things were about to get -very- bad.
“Just give me a second here, guys…I wanna try something.”
As Jose moved further into the room, Sam could “feel” the resistance, almost a heat, that surrounded him. He pushed on, muttering something under his breath, something less like speech, more like…a chant? Whatever it was, it was working, as Jose -slowly- pushed his way into the room. Sams hand reached for Meaghans, for comfort…and then, because he could, here…he put the arm around her slim shoulders and pulled her to him.
Smiling in the dark, Meaghan curled against Sam, feeling the comfort of his large frame, and smelling/feeling that special scent that always meant “Sam”. “Missed you…love you…” Her murmured words were meant to comfort, but also to distract. His thought were too much on the room, on Ephraims “sight”, and honestly…it got in her way.
As she tucked Sam…and love…and Sammy…and love…away again in one tiny corner of her mind, the power surged forward again, as if she’d released some holding tank, and now it was free. She’d begun feeling it a while back, but kept quiet as it slowly worked its way into her brain. After all, that was what it wanted…and she wanted to give it what it wanted.
Ephraim shuddered, as Jose pushed his way into the room. Jose’s muttered words might as well have been english, for he understood every one. Watching Jose move into the room, he listened, closely, to the chant.
“Anansi! Come, bringer-of-tales, speaker to gods, come! I bring a story, untold! I, your birthed child, come bearing gifts! Gifts that will let you put down he who walks not in beauty, he who claims what is not his, or ever will be! I do not beg, but ask, as is my right as your birthed child…come, Anansi, come!
And with the last word, something seemed to flare around Jose…Ephraim saw, and Sam Saw, and Meaghan…or the power within…saw, and screamed! Screamed not in fear, but in challenge, her form seeming to swell for that moment, going from woman…to Woman…then back to Meaghan. The scream startled them enough to almost forget the form of the great huge Spider that had encircled Jose…and whose brightly glowing web he stood within…inside the room.
“It’s safe now…you can come in. The Widow holds us in her arms.” As they began to file cautiously inside, Sam still holding the now stiff with anger Meaghan in his arm, they could feel the web stretch, then part to let them in. As Meaghan approached, Jose bowed deeply to her, head to the floor at her feet. “Mother-of-us-all, be welcome here, here in Your space, here in Your body, and forgive us our small intrusion? We enter only to remove that One who wishes to control even You, in his impudence…”
Meaghan could feel the power within…relax, and seem to…forgive. She shrugged one shoulder, and chuckled. When the Voice came from her throat, they all started, except Jose, still on the floor. It seemed to fill the room…no, it was the room…no, it was the Mountain, speaking to them.
“Come, Anansi, come, little spider…you are not welcome here, but as you enter on a mission I greatly wish culminated…”
Suddenly, the Voice broke off, as she turned toward the front of the cave. “They come! The witches come! In their hundreds they come! My Children will stop them, for a while…but you must hurry, little spider. Whatever your plan is, whatever Trickery you have planned…you must hurry!”
Blue stared into the things eyes for a moment, too shocked to think…then her new-found power seemed to take over, for just a moment…and she ported, finding herself next to her beloved Bike, staring at the four Walls who stared into the distance, their eyes glowing the exact same red as the Not-Spence.
As she backed slowly toward the bike, one groping hand touched its saddle…and she gasped, as instead of the normal worn leather, its color matching her turquoise riding leathers…she held, instead, a huge lump of turquoise stone, its presence feeling comforting in her hand. A feeling, a prescence, came over her…so strong and somehow…familiar, that her normal cynicism was over-ridden, and she relaxed into it.
“My Daughter…you must come home. The witches come, in their hundreds, and you must Fight. Your Brother will come soon…he was delayed upon his way…but he will come, and in that moment, you will join together in Beauty, and defeat the witches. So it is said, so it is done.”
Blue “felt” her power come over her, her aspect pour through her veins, the turquoise chill within her. Inside, somewhere, a tiny Blue curled up within a turquoise room, a smile on her face as she waited for her Brother, her Love, her other half, to join her.
Well, there it is for now…now it’s up to Dawn, writer of Mouse-tails and Fiction Relays of the finest kind…let’s see what we get!
Just in case the blog has hidden them from view, I wanted to let people know that there are two posts beneath the lyrics one. One fairly decent new poem, and the second part of the fan-tribute to Stephen Kings Firestarter that I wrote previously. Hopefully you all can find them, and the blog hasn’t eaten them for lunch. 😉
“…and though she be but little, she is fierce.” William Shakespeare, “Midsummer Nights Dream”
little wonder, precious child,
tiny princess, sweet and wild,
silly angel, rainbow pearl,
oldest sister, great big girl,
all these are the things you are,
but not all that you will, by far,
for as you grow and reach so high,
one day you will reach the sky,
and spread your branches over all,
my Rowan tree, so strong and tall.
Upon my birth, a tiny kit, my mothers tail I turned and bit, and snarling once and then again, she pushed me just outside the den. I blinked, and stood, on all fours first, then straightened, with a sake thirst, I wandered forth a while and then I joined the world of learned men. Soon I learned the ways and habits of tengu and poetic rabbits, tanuki tricks and bake-neko, and though lesser known, the bake-gecko. I practiced magic, Inari‘s gift, and learned to run, both straight and swift, the river gods had naught on me, my pride grew great as any tree…and soon, my tails they numbered three.
But then I met the inugami, a doggish, loyal sort of kami, and from him learned that tricks have prices, as I lost one tail to his mochi’s slices, and slunk in shame back to Inari, to bow to her and to say sorry. I asked her to forgive me, please, my eyes cast down and on my knees, she laughed and laughed and touched my head, and gave to me a quest instead, to save a village from the plight of oni stalking in the night and shrieking till men died of fright..
So back I went onto all fours, and to the village on the shores I ran and changing as I went I came as inugami, sent to save a loyal family who made their living from the sea. They welcomed me with tears of joy, and then I turned into a boy, and smiled at them and bowed so low and vowed that to the shore I’d go, and face the oni without fear, and scare them from their visits here. So down I went, at evenings tide, the fisherman right by my side, his fishing hook in one strong hand, we walked together down the sand. The rest I’ll tell another night, but my it was a lovely fight, and with the oni leader slain, I headed back, my tail to gain…and as I went down came the rain…
Alright, I am now officially hopping off my arse and getting to serious work on our book. To recap, here’s the story so far…
On Kyotzeta’s one month birthday, I wrote that I had an as yet vague idea to publish some sort of collection or book to raise awareness of all kinds of abuse and try to give a voice to the silent ones as I’ve tried to do with my words for so long. I asked for contributions (non-monetary) to the book, in any form preferred…prose, poetry, photo, picture, etc. However, at the time, I had no idea what it would take to publish such a book, or even whether it should be free or have a minimal cost with all money donated to a charity…
Over the weeks since then, I’ve (slowly) researched and thought about it, and so far these are my conclusions. Since this is to be -our- book, if anyone has any comments, complaints, suggestions or just plain ideas, please please please feel free to comment below!
So what we have so far:
The book will be (tentatively) titled Bones of Ash, Heart of Glass, and will take the form of a free e-book that anyone can download. (Not sure about format, going to try to go for the publishing software/site that has the most choices and yet still allows free books) I’m -considering- setting up some sort of donation site as well, but that will be separate from the book if possible. (*sighs* Why is it so -complicated- to do something good??)
Of course, all submissions will be properly attributed, and submitters will have the option of writing a short descriptional blurb for an “Authors” page. On the other hand, all submissions -must- be your own intellectual property, or something you have permission to use in this fashion. I know this hardly needs said… 🙂
Submissions should be sent to my email, firstname.lastname@example.org, with “book submission’ in the title. I want to try to have this done by fall, if possible, hopefully coinciding with the new school year…so the sooner you get me your submissions the better…on the other hand, don’t rush. Hopefully once I start collecting and organizing my stuff I’ll have a better idea of what kind of timeline we’re looking at…
Hrrmm…I think that’s all I have for now, except to say Thank You for considering this project, I think we’re going to do wonderful things toward the ultimate goal…raising awareness of every facet of abuse, giving a voice to all the silent ones and hope to the hopeless. *hugs*
KC & Co.
Just for fun, and to procrastinate further from going through the 300 and some posts in my read-blogs page from the last few days, here are some more pics. More nifty stuff from my style, and some I took with my 6 yr. old camera and bad photography skills. I’m not sure I know how to put them up and put comments between/after, so it may be a bit confused. Bear with me. *g*
The pictures have mouse over titles that say what they are, as I couldn’t figure out how to sort them, and/or write between them.
Ok, I’m going to try to write about the pics. Here goes.
First one: “My” baby girl, Rowan, in my ears and my beloved ex’s (hereafter known as my BE) fuzzy arms.
Second pic: Taken on the fantastic Disney World trip that my BMF Ben took me on this New Years. He lives in UT., but he comes out to see me occasionally. He got us a hotel room in one of the Disney resorts, for almost 2 weeks minus travel time from Jax! I was exhausted after, but it was sooo awesome! This pic was taken during one of the parades at the Magic Kingdom, and I love it because I managed to take it just as “Alice” was sticking her tongue out at someone, and the Hatter was in the perfect pose to see all his costume.
Next…there’s a cardinal in the middle of the picture, but he’s harder to see than I had hoped. I just loved the way it looked, that little red bird in the green branches. 🙂
Next is the first flowers anyone ever gave me. The BE gave them to me randomly one day, and I almost fell over. But he was always doing sweet romantic things like that. My favorite story is how the first time I went in the mental hospital while we were living together, he packed my bag…and when I got there, I found his childhood stuffed animal, a cute little fox, packed into the bag. How many men would think of something like that?
The next few are a series, so I’m going to talk about all of them here. This is the baby girl in the first pic, at 3. She just turned 3 this yr, and I love her with all my heart. I was literally the first person other than a doctor who held her, as I got handed her fresh from her mommy’s (cut open, urrghh) stomach! Next is my Rowan with her mommy, my BFF Becky, and in her Easter hat. Next is The Bump, aka Rowans baby brother-to-be. I call him The Bump because Becks is still waffling over a name…*giggles*
Next is my over-crowded little altar, with my usual eclectic chaos. The cards in back and the figure in front of them are by my absolutely favorite artist, Jasmine Beckett=Griffith. Love love love her stuff! Faery tale, faeries, Alice, Steampunk…she makes the most wonderful things. Best of all, she’s based down in Orlando, so I can just drive down less than 2 hours away and see her when she has shows at Pop Gallery. The rest are found items, dedicated stones and crystals, and significators for my various “people”. The bunny is The Moon, as per Japanese legends of the Rabbit in the Moon. The apple is for Eris, goddess of chaos, keeper of the Holy Kao. The Coyote (he’s kinda hard to see…he’s behind the cards.) is…well, guess. 😉 The water buffalo is for my zen side.
The next is…well, a picture of a squirrel. I was parked in the parking lot and he just kept running back and forth on the fence, as if daring me to take his picture, so I did. 🙂
The next two are part of my future Walmart Harujuku outfits…my shirt that I had made at Zazzle (love love love that site!) and my new and totally awesome corset!
Hope that helps!
KC & Co.