Thursday, 25 October 2012

Left Hand Path



Couple of weeks on and I'm giving the Trifecta thing another go, this week the word is 'sinister' with the meaning 'singularly evil or productive of evil'. Although I enjoy writing to prompts for it's own sake, I thought, with NaNoWriMo just around the corner I would take the opportunity to do some world building, which probably goes a long way towards explaining why the following is heavy on description and light on actual plot (you know other than that being pretty normal for me). Still, I kind of like it.


Left Hand Path

The left hand path leads down through twisted roots. Roots that drip sap as red as blood. With each step Splice takes the boards shift and sway beneath her feet. Her right hand trails across dark rock. Rock that seeps water like saltless tears. She follows the path to the base of the world where the harpy nests hang and turn in the breeze.
Splice watches them, mesmerised, these beautiful, sinister, bestial clawed angels. She watches them lounge and preen in their feather-lined roosts. She watches them swoop on flax coloured wings, spiralling downwards into endless blue skies. She stands at the very last step of the path, her feet on the very last board. She winds her right arm round the rope from which the path hangs and leans out over nothing at all. Her left hand is outstretched and the red drips that fall are not sap. She waits.
Red drips on the wind and the creatures call and bicker among themselves. They circle and spit until one rises victorious from the din. She soars, tasting the air with her crimson hued tongue. With sharp taloned fingers she snatches the gift that Splice brings. Sharp teeth and three gulps. It is done.
The harpy glares, with eyes golden and round as a hawk "A sweet heart." she concedes "What desire do you ask in return?"
But Splice simply turns and walks with the rock on her left. Up through the roots to the gardens above.

6 comments:

  1. I really like your little story and your descriptions are so vivid, I was walking down the path too. I admire that you can write such a beautiful piece based on such a simple title and story. Wonderful Trifecta, Aiwevanya.Mine is here
    Have you a BLESSED WEEK!!!
    hugs
    shakira

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  2. terrific descriptions! great writing.

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  3. Awesome visuals. I love the idea of the offer of the heart. :)

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  4. I could probably focus a lot more on descriptive stuff ... this is a really lush story, and that last paragraph really gives the story its character.

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  5. Great story! I felt as if I were there. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and your comment. Harold is a strange being.

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