It is the Tuesday Tales Round 11!
Challenge #11
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This Weeks Tuesday Tales Judge is:
@LadyAntimony
Our judge has decided to have this weeks word be :
Ensorcell
(Verb): to bewitch or enchant someone; to wrap or bind with a thrown rope
Today’s Picture :
Now on with the Tales!
Ready…. GO! [guns blaze and flags wave] Contest closes at 9pm EST or 6PM PST today
~GlitterLady
Jeffrey Hollar
October 18, 2011
Love Long Lost
The wind blows cold through the barren land tonight. Colder still is my heart, rendered frozen and unfeeling from the loss of her.
Though time passes onward, my all-consuming love for her does not pass away. It ensnares my mind and ensorcells my dreams. Without her, I am an empty vessel…a broken vase holding only the dried sticks of despair.
The scarlet flower in my hand mocks me. It was her favorite and thus mine as well. I cast the petals onto the slowly flowing waters and hope the currents wend them to wherever her soul may reside now.
100 words @klingorengi
superhappyjen
October 18, 2011
She knows her power. Death-black curls frame her cherubic face, her wide dark eyes ensorcell the world. The forest paints itself in unnatural colours that the silent creek forgets to reflect. She reaches out, plucking blood red leaves from a low-hanging branch. She ties them in a ring around her wrist. Barefoot, she wades into the water, her dress billowing around her. She searches, searches for a gateway to another universe, somewhere the huntsmen and necromancers of this world will never find her. The river deepens. The water churns around her. She draws one last breath and crosses the threshold.
100 words
@SuperHappyJen
Lisa McCourt Hollar
October 18, 2011
For Her Love
Lisa McCourt Hollar
Ensorcelled to do her bidding, he took the child to the koi pond so that she, his Queen, could watch from her room. When it was done, she would love him as she had before.
He held her under the water, her slight frame struggling against his strong hands. He couldn’t bear the look in her eyes, confused and betrayed, so he looked to her. The coldness within her dark orbs awoke him to what he was doing. Too late.
The witch smiled as her step-daughter sunk to the bottom of the pond, three red leaves floating in her wake.
Word Count 100
jezri1
Michael A. Kozlowski
October 18, 2011
Basic Instinct
I am ensorcelled as I watch the bright, crimson petals float past me. Is it a trick of my mind that they appear to be a bloody claw, tearing through the flesh of the stream? Or is it an omen?
The flower is dead, but still vibrant with color; with life. I feel dead, without hope, yet my body insists that I keep moving. It defies my mind. It desires life.
I hear twigs and branches snap behind me. I splash through the stream, scattering the petals. If I stop moving it will be my blood coloring the waters.
@MAKozlowski
99 words
Michael A. Kozlowski
October 18, 2011
Picking Petals
Perched on a rock at the edge of the stream, she mourns her lover. He is here. Ensorcelled by her jealous stepmother, he is now one with the water.
She picks the petal from the blood red flower, “He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not…”
She lets them drop, along with her tears, into the running water. She watches as the petals gather against the shore. She swears they form a hand.
She runs to the forest to gather more flowers, wiping tears from her eyes.
“He loves me!”
96 Words
@MAKozlowski
Craig Smith (@CraigWFSmith)
October 18, 2011
Jeremiah clutched his aching heart. It had taken almost all that he had left to get back to where they had first met. Her wonderful eyes. The way she always smiled when she saw him. It tore at his heart.
He had rescued her from the river. Some careless soul had tossed her and her furry siblings into the water to drown. She was the only one that survived.
She had given new life to an old and lonely man. Her little heart had given up on her the previous night. He walked slowly into the water to join her.
100 words
@CraigWFSmith
Rebecca Clare Smith
October 18, 2011
I hug the cardigan closer, drinking in the old smell of antiseptic and mints. I should have been at the hospital when it happened. I should have, but I wasn’t.
Ensorcelled words weave about my weeping heart as I watch the tree’s tears drift around the river bend, leaves like red nectar.
The air is damp, spruced with evergreen scents. Birds sing softly along the edges. They chirp because they don’t know what’s happened.
His words come back to me yet again. He said I was his very favourite. He always gave me the best sweets.
I miss my granddad.
@jocastalizzbeth
100 words
jendauthor
October 18, 2011
Manda suddenly felt sympathy for little Alice lost in Wonderland. Was she right-side-up or upside down? Perspective played tricks with her mind as she sat by the river, contemplating the fragile branch floating by.
She laid down atop the loamy soil, trailing her fingers through the November-cold water. It sent shivers down Manda’s body that seemed to shake the very dirt she laid upon. The water trembled.
She sighed and looked up (or was it down) at the sky. The woman had gone, the one with static-wild hair and the divining rod. She’d left Manda ensorcelled. Was there any escape?
100 words
@JenD_Author
Antonio Angelo (@AntonioAngelo21)
October 18, 2011
What is this game, a stranger I met on twitter agreed to meet in flesh. I am six feet tall what would I have to fear from a petite dark haired woman? I find myself naked and ensorcelled inches from a lake, bright red leaves float by. I cannot concentrate it must be the wine she gave me last night. She was so beautiful much more beautiful then I imagined. I hear the cracking of twigs, she returns. She is nude perhaps it is only sex she seeks. She grips my hair perhaps for a kiss but no, sharp steel.
100words
@antonioangelo21
Charles W Jones
October 18, 2011
The pagan moon rises,
shadows illuminate.
The lady of the wood comes forth
with her sacrifice,
the body small and frail.
She chants her rite.
He feels her ensorcell.
He cannot deny her pleasure.
Her chant echoes
across the silver water.
The blade readies for its play,
moon glow reflects from its edges.
The water bounces in time with her words.
The knife glints in the light
and slices through tender flesh.
The greyed leaves in the water
turned crimson.
He burst forth from the waters,
skin aglow in the moonlight.
Their embrace burns the droplets
from his slickened skin.
Charles W Jones
October 18, 2011
The pagan moon rises,
shadows illuminate.
The lady of the wood comes forth
with her sacrifice,
the body small and frail.
She chants her rite.
He feels her ensorcell.
He cannot deny her pleasure.
Her chant echoes
across the silver water.
The blade readies for its play,
moon glow reflects from its edges.
The water bounces in time with her words.
The knife glints in the light
and slices through tender flesh.
The greyed leaves in the water
turned crimson.
He burst forth from the waters,
skin aglow in the moonlight.
Their embrace burns the droplets
from his slickened skin.
100 Words
@ChuckWesJ
Nellie
October 18, 2011
The water rippled slowly as the red petals of the leaves fell. Dusty stared down at it, shivering as the cold wind wrapped around her and sunk into her bones. Winter was coming and she wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to fall into the trap again. Her eyes were ensorcelled by the leaves again. It danced in the water and the sun shimmered. The red nimbus around it drew her eye in the way light was reflected.
There was a shimmer and a burst of cold air before the cold settled around her ankles. The shackles clanked together.
“Got you.”
100 words
@solimond
DL Thurston
October 18, 2011
“You wanted to see me, boss?”
“What’s this?”
“It’s the latest issue.”
“Yes, but what IS it?”
“It’s a reboot. Other lady superheroes are getting turned into sexpots, we thought Wonder Woman could be more thoughtful.”
“But this panel is leaves on a pond.”
“They symbolize how violence, that’s why they’re red, broke through the serenity of her childhood. It’s her origin story in one profound image.”
“It’s leaves! On a pond! And since when does she ‘ensorcell’ villains?”
“Since always. I think audiences can handle better words.”
“And what’s this, the treatise on disability advocacy?”
“Daredevil reboot?”
“Get out.”
@DL_Thurston
100 words
Nellie
October 18, 2011
HA! Was just listening to a podcast where they were talking about some of the comics that got rebooted.
Cara Michaels
October 18, 2011
Red foliage stains the creek, leafy blood leading me along the bank to the roots of a blazing maple. I pull my collar close as a chill breeze hints of winter. Even the tree shivers.
At last, I have found him.
Roots heave and snap, branches groan, reshaping the maple. A red-haired man emerges, wearing a joyous smile that ensorcells me. His warm hands cup my aged face, catching me close when my strength wanes.
“Don’t leave,” he sighs. “Not so soon.”
“I will find you again, love.”
My sight fades, but I remember.
In all my lives, I remember.
@caramichaels
100 words
David A Ludwig
October 18, 2011
Four leaves in the autumn pond. Four red leaves, fallen from their tree, making one last voyage before withering way. Four? Who was the fourth? No, the leaves were no one. Eric had allowed vibrant visions of death to ensorcell him again.
Massaging his weary face with a hand, Eric returned his attention to the blank canvas he had set up by the pond. This is what he wanted, to paint, to create. The war ended decades ago, death was no longer his trade. Clearing his mind, he looked back out where the leaves still floated. Who was the fourth?
100 words
@DavidALudwig
M L Gammella
October 18, 2011
Title: Numb
The water was so cold, but I welcomed the numbness, better than feeling … anything. Nothing could pull me from my last decision as I stepped, stumbling, into the depths.
Something caught my eye and I looked up to a clump of red leaves floating down. I was ensorcelled by them. They were as vibrant as I was dull. One step, two steps I took. I followed, I chased until I was standing on the bank with them in my trembling hands.
A shout, a pair of hands, a blanket surrounded me. I clutched the leaves, perhaps no longer numb.
@MLGammella
100 Words
Siobhan Muir
October 18, 2011
It was done.
Ice encased the ensorcelled Chlorofiend with only its blood red leaf hand protruding from its frozen grave. Mirriam breathed a sigh of relief. Thank the Goddess the spell had worked. She was only an apprentice, but the master lay senseless on the bank behind her and no one but her could’ve stopped the rampaging creature from enmeshing the village in choking vines. The hideous things were lethal to the touch and she knew there’d be bodies. She slumped in exhaustion on the scuffed and gouged ground as a shadow shifted below the surface of the rippled pond.
100 word
@siobhanMuir
Bryce Daniels
October 18, 2011
The Tongues of Trees
This public pond is where our histories collide,
where silent sentinels stand as the seasons glide
past us. Stubbles of snow on an evergreen’s face
herald each new year with winter’s grace.
Beneath the parental eyes of a budding birch,
a child wades knee-deep, knee-deep in search
of tadpoles. A young couple exchanges their vows
and parades into life past a willow that bows
under the weight of age. A widower stares
at the crimson leaves as he contemplates pairs.
Nothing can ensorcell me quite like these
floating remnants of our pasts, these tongues of trees.
@brycedaniels58
100 words, including title
Bethany Lopez (@BethanyLopez2)
October 18, 2011
She was ensorcelled by the bright red leaves in her black and white world. How did they have such a fantastic hue? She looked high and low for more splashes of color, but saw only the dark and dreary. She tried to push her fear aside as she swam precariously upwards. She was eager to see such brilliance up close, but afraid of what the color might mean. When she neared the surface she felt a rush of pride; then she gasped for air as the net caught her and drew her out of the water, stealing her life.
99 Words
@BethanyLopez2
Andre
October 18, 2011
They approached the water’s edge uncertainly, the young woman and the boy flanking the old man, drawing closer to him, fearful of the unfamiliar blaze of vermillion floating before them in the dark, cold stream.
The Great Desaturation had come before their time, ensorcelled the Earth, suffocated her, and brutally crushed the chroma out of the world. Witnesses to the silent assination, like the old man, likened it to seeing a terrible, last, rattling, dying breath exhaled. They had wept, en masse, in the aftermath, the terrifying monochrome silence.
“What is it, father?”
“Sangria.” he dry-mouthed. “She is alive…”
98 words. @andrevr
Emily Evans
October 18, 2011
100 word Tale:
>The wind whispered sweetly on a cool September morning where a young Alexander lay. He could not shake himself out of a hazy ensorcelled dream. With the leaves on the oak and maple trees just starting to color, soon, this lazy bend of the river will take on brilliance to insight a restlessness in Alexander’s soul. But for now, it is a place in which a kaleidoscope of dreams and what could be dance on a thin thread of reality.
>“Great men are always of a nature to be melancholy.” Aristotle sighed. “Care to tell me what’s on your mind?”
Word count: 100
J. Whitworth Hazzard
October 18, 2011
There.
Floating in the gentle waters of the Illyneth was the last component he needed. Albertus Magnus wept with relief.
Dendrobium Amamus.
“Come to me, my precious.” Albertus’ fingers trembled.
Two years of searching. Two years of evading the Baron’s men, harried like a dog, barely scraping by without his lab. He never should have promised something he couldn’t deliver. But plans change, and now his appetite for revenge outweighed his appetite for gold.
“Ensorcell the Red Queen, you beg?,” the Alchemist lifted the delicate leaves from the stream. “Well, Baron Threadwell, wait until you meet your new King.”
99 words
@zombiemechanics
Rosie Lane
October 18, 2011
The girl sits on the opposite bank and watches me through hair that curls like water weed. Her bare skin glistens with the pond water that drips onto the grass.
“Are you a witch?” I ask. “Here to ensorcel me?”
She tilts her head to listen to the sound and smiles at me.
“Will you talk?”
She smiles again, showing needle-sharp teeth made to tear and rend, and slips into the water. I should be running. Instead I lean over to look for her, a pale wraith in the reeds.
Her smile widens as she drags me into her pond.
100 words @_rosie_lane
Candie L Campbell (@candiecampbell)
October 18, 2011
Thirteen days the brooding stranger comes to the water’s edge. I hide here beneath the ancient Japanese maple and watch him analyze the water as if ensorcelled by it. As if its power chains him to the mesmerizing ripples, he makes me long to go to him, to see his eerie eyes of grief.
Cursing the graying day from the safety of the forest’s shadows, I yank free the leaves and trod to the pond. Without hesitation, I toss the cluster, it glows red against the colorless pool and drifts with the current to the foot of the haunted man.
100 words
@candiecampbell
Emily Evans
October 18, 2011
100 word Tale:
>Reality rushed in like a torrent from the river before her. The thought of taking responsibility for her own actions frightened her. She was weak. She let others make decisions for her.
>“You’ll find someone new,” she lied.
>He lashed out verbally with as many hurtful words as his torn heart would manage before turning away. He didn’t want her to see the tears welling up in his eyes. All that he could do now was walk away.
>She stood there, ensorcelled, staring at the poinsettia floating by. A smile spread across her face that did not reach her eyes.
Word count: 100
Antimony
October 18, 2011
(I’m posting this on behalf of @Samantha12Jane as she has no internet access on her computer)
She could only see one color. She could see red in varying hues, but just red. And the clearest was the crimson blood that was running from her veins. Now, how did that happen?
She tried to remember, but her thoughts were murky, cloudy. Dark.
She remembered the darkness that overwhelmed, that threatened to ensorcell, twining all around her like a heavy mist.
She couldn’t breathe as she started to tremble. She could feel her life ebbing as the voice echoed in her mind, at first the shrill scream, then the familiar, haunting voice: “My revenge is complete.”
It was her voice.
(103 words)
Sheilagh Lee
October 18, 2011
Crimson are the leaves in the water near where her body. It lies it floats, then sinks and the water all turns the colour of the leaves. Her long golden hair fans out like a fan it made a good handle hold to drag her to her watery grave. She lied to me. She was with him and then it was… but I love you. I lured her here and then pressed her face into the water. She looks like a water lily damn her ensorcell holds me still. I lie beside her until the water takes me under.
100words
@SweetSheil
danielle. (@MyMercurialMuse)
October 19, 2011
Leaves glided soundlessly across the crystal black water moving slowly, ceaselessly downstream. Leigh stared, ensorcelled by the poetic beauty of the scene. The winter wind teased the trees and nipped at her ears, yet her hands remained steady. Odd how calm she was now in the gloaming. Strange how still she stood even now as the blood dripped from the knife and joined the leaves traversing downstream. Peculiar how at peace, how free, she felt now that the deed was done.
81 words
@MyMercurialMuse
Kat Halstead (@katdvs)
October 19, 2011
Sinking, fleeting, lost moments rippled against the wind. We watched the leaves blow away, dancing in the wind, bound together in a way I never knew or could understand.
We met long ago, on a cloudy day sitting out on the track field of the school. Right away I felt ensorcelled when he first spoke. It had been an SAT word, but that was how I felt then. It was over now, a spell broken.
Her eyes were red and wet. Her face stained. We were over now. Done. Lost and pulled away from each other as time moved on.
100 Words
@KatDVS
samantha12jane
October 19, 2011
Thank you, Lady A for your assistance tonight!!! You rock!!!