Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – The Ice Witch of Norway.

I thought it was time to repost this short story I wrote a couple of years ago on returning from a trip to Norway. The Word of the Day is Horrific, so I hope this story fits the bill.

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This story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/15/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-witch-witchy-bewitched/

You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-so-hungry-are-the-damned-a-dark-poem/

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The Ice Witch of Norway

There was a Witch who lived in a simple hut in the mountains of the far north of Norway.

The Winters were long and harsh and ravaged the land between October and early May.

During the Winter months, the people huddled together in their wooden houses around the fire and prayed for the Spring.

The Witch lived alone in the hill and seemed to delight in the snow, dancing and capering on all but the most terrible snow storms.

People started to believe that this woman was responsible for bringing the winter that she seemed to enjoy so much.

It was her fault that the Winters were so harsh. It was her fault that the lambs and kids born early would perish in the late winter frosts.

After one particularly bad blizzard, the menfolk gathered in the beer house drinking the last of their precious brew.

“Something has got to be done!” Cried Olav Harkensson.

“She was out dancing again last night,” agreed Nils Thorssen, “There were lights flashing in the sky, bright greens. She was casting a spell. Bringing this storm down upon us, no doubt”.

As the menfolk talked and drank, they began to grow braver and more stupid. They no longer feared the magic that the Witch could bring down upon them. This winter had been particularly bad, it was nearly May and it was still not showing signs of departing. Eventually, they grabbed torches and pitchforks and went to find the witch.

The blizzard had passed but it was still snowing lightly as they climbed up the mountain path onto the high plateau where the Witch lived. Her hut was built near the steep side of a mountain, near a frozen waterfall and the snow-covered meadow that she danced in.

She must have sensed their presence because the door opened and she strode out, tall and proud to meet them.

Her long red hair caught in the wind and flapped around her white face. Her dark wool cloak also flapped like a banner in the cold icy air.

Defiantly she stood in front of her simple hut.

“What do you want?” She shouted in a clear voice that carried and echoed around the valley.

Olav Harkensson, who was the self-appointed leader of the group, stepped forward.

“Leave this place, you foul Witch and take this accursed Winter away with you!”

The Witch threw back her head and laughed.

“And what if I fail to acquiesce to your request? What will you do then?”

The angry mob drew back from the glare of her eyes. Some people made the sign of the cross across their fur-clad chests. A young firebrand by the name of Magnus Vigmir ran forward, either braver than the rest or drunker and threw his flaming torch at the Witch’s hut.

Despite the snow, the timber caught alight quickly and within a short moment, the hut was ablaze.

Boldened by this move, the men rushed forward brandishing their pitchforks.

Before they could reach her, the Witch wrapped her black cloak around her and transformed into an enormous raven.

The mob shouted in horror and clung to each other in fear like little boys.

The raven flew around them and the Witches voice called out.

“Fools, You Fools! It was not I who brought the Winter. The Winter clings hard to all the lands this far north, but I summoned the Spring every year followed by the Summer. I could only do this for a few months before Winter returned to claim what is rightfully hers. Now I will leave to find somewhere else to call home.”

The Raven flew away to the west and was never seen again. The Spring never came that year and the people either perished or moved further south and closer to the sea. To this day, that valley in the far north of Norway is known as the Valley of Eternal Winter.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/October/2018

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/16/your-daily-word-prompt-acquiesce-october-16-2018/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/rdp-thursday-blizzard/

Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – Gift of your Heart.

This Story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday’s 3-way challenge.

See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-heart/

You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/12/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-the-singer/

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The Word: Heart

 

When my life was in a shambles

and I was totally in a mess

You’d put your arm around me

and take away my distress, 

 

You’d dried each jewel-like tear

with a tender, loving kiss

but greatest of all, my dear, 

it’s your laughter that I miss.

 

You gave your heart to me,

so peaceful, calm, at rest, 

But how I wish that it could be,

still beating hard within your chest.

 

Now you’ve gone, and I’m alone.

You promised we’d never part.

But your love for me has shown,

I will always have your heart. 

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/November/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/shambles/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/19/rdp-monday-jewel/comment-page-1/#comment-6450

 

 

Manic Mondays – The Wrong Road – A lyric poem.

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I have written this poem, which seems to have a song like quality to it (or is it just me?) for Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday Challenge:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-roads/

 

I arrive at life’s junction

I feel aimless, without function.

The roads lead off before me

Into futures, I cannot see.

So dark the path behind me,

I will not let my past bind me,

Into life’s adventure, I leap,

Trusting that I will find me.

 

My old infatuation

Brought no satisfaction

No reason, no reaction,

To my situation.

So, onwards I start walking

down roads without markings

Ever hopeful, without knowing,

If the path I take will break me,

Or hope, forsake me,

Take me forwards.

 

Of all the roads before me,

Only one road is the wrong one,

The one I must be the strong one,

To avoid.

In the dark storm of life,

All the other roads lead me through,

The Wrong road, is the one road,

That leads me back to you.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/February/2019

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/your-daily-word-prompt-infatuation-february-11-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Reason

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/trust/

 

 

Manic Monday – A Salty Old Shanty

Laura M Bailey hosts a weekly 3-way challenge called Manic Mondays. See the post below:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/02/04/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-anchored/

Here is the picture:

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The word is: Anchored.

 

I’ll sing ye a song of the waves and the sea,

A salty old shanty of skullduggery

a tale of a wench

with a heart full of revenge,

and a mettlesome lass was she.

 

The maid and her man were caught alive

by a pirate crew under cruel Captain Clive

they’d put up a good fight

and that was despite,

an ordeal that few could survive.

 

She begged for the life of the man she adored,

but Cruel Captain Clive just laughed and ignored,

he made him walk the plank,

and laughed again as he sank,

while he danced around deck with his sword.

 

Captain Clive took the wench below decks

for it had been a long time without sex,

and he’d fancied the maid,

whose love he’d betrayed

though he had failed to undertake a few checks.

 

Whilst the ship remained anchored in the bay

Cruel Captain Clive was keen to have his way

The Maid pulled out a knife

and took the Captains life

In a revengeful and bloodthirsty display.

 

Then with a calm demeanour, serene

and with a brutality, so rarely seen

She cut off his head

put his hat on instead

and She became the dread Pirate Queen!

 

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Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/February/2019

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/06/rdp-wednesday-mettlesome/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Manic Monday Madness – Evanescent Journey

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This post is written in response to Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday Challenge:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-evanescent/

The prompt word is: EVANESCENT

I am also planning to include the Manic Madness challenger:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/its-manic-madness-can-you-do-it/

Which is to also include ALL of the previous Manic Monday prompts!!!!

I usually like to combine as many different prompts into one story as possible, but this is going to be a huge challenge.

Mysterious

Summertime

Confession

Silence

Poison

Castle

Wrecked

Ghostly

Forlorn

Dirge

Hush

Journey

Departing

Stoic

Boondocks

Scars

Damned

Ominous

Witch – Witchy – Bewitched

Deadly

Reaper

Reverence

Sultry

Heart

Waiting

Frozen

Naughty or Nice

Rejoice

Reflection

Shattered

Imperfection

Well I LOVE a challenge so here we go:

 

The fog descended thick and fast over the harbour.

Within moments the boats and the jetty had soon disappeared out of sight and memory, evanescent.

It was a fog like none of the locals had seen before. Mists and fogs were not rare in Winter or Spring. Whenever the weather brought a change in temperature, the lake gave off a mist that often didn’t burn away until lunchtime. This was different. For starters, it was Summertime. In addition, it was much thicker than usual and it brought with it a kind of ghostly silence, a mysterious hush. It felt that time itself had frozen.

In addition to the ominous lack of sound, there was a scent in the air. It reminded her of something from her childhood. Something that she had long forgotten but dwelled within the darkest recesses of her mind. It filled her with emotions. That longing for the past that people call nostalgia, a sense of comfort that came with it, but was tinged with anxiety. Her heart began to race, she felt an upwelling sense of adventure. She was going on a journey. She knew this fact as sure as anything, but she did not know how.

This experience was like a witch had cast a spell over the area, an enchantment. Then she remembered her parents warning to her when she’d told them she wanted to move away into this quiet, primitive part of the world. They’d warned her that strange things happened up in the ‘boondocks’, that was her Mother’s colourful way of describing anywhere wild.

She’d ignored her Mother’s warning, but until this moment, had not regretted it. She’d felt somehow like she’d come home. Away from the busy city and bustling towns, this was where her spirit felt she belonged.

Suddenly she remembered what the smell reminded her of. Her Grandmother, who disappeared nearly twenty years ago. She had only been a child then, not more than six or seven. She remembered her Grandmother’s perfume, a mix of Eau de Cologne, lavender and rose petals, tinged with cinnamon and freshly baked bread. This exact same smell came to her through the mist.

She recalled then, her Grandmother’s confession to her before departing.

“I am a Witch, child, not a wicked witch. I have been no more naughty, or nice, than anyone else. We are, all of us, flawed with imperfection, but I have strived to walk in the light. You too have inherited the gift. It skips generations. Your Mother, my dear daughter, has not got the skill and therefore I have been forced to keep it a secret from her. I must leave soon, but One day you will remember this, and then we will undertake our journey together.”

After her Grandmother disappeared, they had mourned the loss of her. She’d felt a forlorn melancholy for weeks. Her Mother had been distraught. The emotional scars burned deep.

How could she have forgotten this, until now? Upon reflection, she realised that it must be part of the spell. The forgetting and the remembering.

Now it felt that she had only been waiting for this moment.

A figure stepped out of the fog in front of her. Still wrapped in the black woollen shawl, worn whatever the weather, her glowing white hair still cascaded down to her shoulders, with that hint of pale gold that was a remnant of her once sultry beauty. This was her Grandmother looking as if she’d just stepped out from her memory.
The lined face beamed a smile and she reached out a hand to clasp her own.

To her surprise, the hand was as warm as the smile.

“There you are, my precious. It is time to make this journey. Be strong, I will guide you.”

The fog began to lift. The scene had changed. Where the lake once stood, with its jetty and boats, there was now a deep chasm. Where the log cabins once clung to the side of the hill as it gently descended to the water, there was nothing but rocks and trees.

On the other side of the chasm stood a castle, a grand and shining fortress of light and splendour. The sun shone resplendently on that mighty castle, yet around it, darkness billowed like a deadly storm.

The sight of the fortress filled her with reverence, she wanted to cry out and rejoice.

At the same time, the darkness, like a poison, injected her with dread and fear.

Her grandmother must have felt her hand tense in hers, because again she spoke, in reassuring, gentle tones.

“Don’t be afraid, my dear. The journey is a difficult one. We must pass through the valley, filled with the souls of the damned, harvested by the Reaper. They call out in their eternal torment. Be stoic and do not fear them. I have you, and together we will walk over the bridge. Keep to the light, and we will be safe.”

All around them, she saw wrecked and shattered souls, surrounded by darkness, but she stepped onwards, guided by her grandmother’s hand, she kept to the path and made it to the gates of the castle.

The Gates opened and she was engulfed in the glorious light that shone from within.

 

Back in the hospital, her life support machine rang out a single note, like a dirge, but on her face was a smile of peace.

 

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The End. 

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/January/2019

 

Well, what did you think? Did the story take you on a journey? Did it conjure up any feeling within you? Let me know in the comments. 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/25/combine/

 

 

 

 

Manic Mondays – Imperfect World

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You carved our name into the wood,

our initials are still where they once stood,

but where are you? Where did you Go?

Life gave hope, then death took a blow.

 

I have searched in a hopeless quest, 

to capture again, what was once the best.

I take umbrage from those careless words

Tis better to have loved and lost? Totally absurd.

 

Whatever intricate patterns

by Fate and her associate slatterns,

my future destiny has unfurled,

This will remain an Imperfect world.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/January/2019

 

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/14/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-imperfection/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/your-daily-word-prompt-associate-january-16-2019/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/rdp-wednesday-quest/

FOWC with Fandango — Umbrage

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/intricate/

 

 

Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – End of Time.

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Word Prompt: Shattered

Here is a poem that I have written today, in response to both Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday challenge

If you’d like to read the poem that I wrote for last weeks challenge, click below:

A metamorphosis comes; a change it seems,

Seasons have ended and time has shattered,

Our days will end with silent screams

And what was feared turns out never mattered,

Resentment, Envy and immature dreams.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/January/2019

Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – Past Reflection.

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Prompt word: Reflect – reflecting – reflection

Here is a poem that I have written today, in response to both Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday challenge and also Sheryl’s Your Daily Word prompt.

Sadly Sheryl writes that she has suffered a bereavement and so chose the word bereavement for her prompt. I am very sad to hear of her loss, and I have written this poem in response to show my sincerest condolences.

She looked in her car mirror,

That showed her a view of the rear,

and reflected on the path that she’d taken,

The one that had brought her here.

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The journey had been a tough one

But she’d made it through the worst.

She won’t be the last person to make that trip,

And she knew she sure wasn’t the first.

***

She caught her face in the mirror,

The lines had increased with the years.

Each one a memory, some happy, some sad.

And her eyes became filled with tears.

***

She’d coped with a numbing bereavement,

The overwhelming sorrow and grief,

She knew you don’t quite get over it,

But she took comfort from her faith and belief.

***

She stopped looking at the past behind her,

And stared at the road out ahead,

Then she slammed her foot down on the pedal,

and shouted, “Let’s face the future instead.”

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04/January/2019

Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – Rejoice and Alleluia – A Poem

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word prompt is:  Rejoice

This short story was written in response to Laura M Baileys Manic Monday prompt:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/12/17/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-rejoice/

If you’d like to read the story I wrote for last weeks challenge, Click on the link below:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/manic-mondays-three-way-prompt-whos-been-a-naughty-boy-then/

Rejoice and Alleluia.

Let’s have a big parade,

A Royal cavalcade,

Of marching bands

And swaying hands,

And banners that we’ve made.

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And giant puppet goons,

Characters from old cartoons,

That dance and sway,

In a funny way,

And sing some favourite tunes.

***

Let’s rejoice and give a cheer,

and with good wishes, most sincere,

be thankful now,

Alleluia and Wow!

We’ve survived another year!

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 17/December/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/17/royal/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/17/your-daily-word-prompt-parade-december-17-2018/

Manic Monday’s Three Way Prompt – Who’s Been a Naughty Boy Then?

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Word prompt: Naughty or Nice.

This short story was written in response to Laura M Baileys Manic Monday prompt:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-naughty-or-nice/

Last week I wrote a parody christmas song, see here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-id-rather-be-frozen-than-wet-a-song/

This weeks story is also inspired by the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/rdp-monday-ripple/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/your-daily-word-prompt-sacred-december-10-2018/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/enrapture/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/daily-writing-challenge-dec-10/

Hotel, breakfast, caught

Who’s Been a Naughty Boy Then?

As I opened the door of the hotel room, I caught a glimpse of movement. A dainty foot slithered over the satin sheets, making a ripple.

I realised, with some embarrassment, that I had intruded upon a sacred moment. The couple beneath the covers were enjoying that moment of enrapture.

There was no ‘Do not disturb’ sign over the door handle to indicate that this was an inopportune, special moment.

I put the tray down on the side table and shouted “Breakfast” then ran quickly from the room.

Gosh, you really do see it all in the hotel trade, but I never expected to see Santa Claus and the Toothfairy enjoying each other’s company. 

What would Mrs Clause Say?

Well, surely that must place him at the very top of his Naughty list this year!

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10/December/2018