Writing Quote Wednesday

You’re never going to kill storytelling, because it’s built into the human plan. We come with it.”

-Margaret Atwood

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Writing Quote Wednesday

People say, ‘What advice do you have for people who want to be writers?’ I say, they don’t really need advice, they know they want to be writers, and they’re gonna do it. Those people who know that they really want to do this and are cut out for it, they know it.
—R.L. Stine

The Witch’s Memory part 8 (recap)

Her destiny for greatness easy to see
Jaspeak gave her father a hug
Truly a powerful and wondrous drug
One capable of washing away woe and trepidation
Filling his soul with overwhelming elation
Of course with his heart melted it was time to pressure
What it was she actually wished to do
The young lady asked to delve deep
Into the woods while the sun did sleep
To be watched over by no more than moon and prayer
Assuring him that she was able to care
For herself and her own well being
Not to forget the knowledge she’d be acquiring
There was no fight he was able to provide
A youngling’s education could not be denied
So with a grudging groan he submitted to her whim
And the lovely girl went to hug him
Not stopping in her praise that he was the best
Although it did his heart well he knew it was jest
Jaspeak went skipping off into the dark of the forest
Where woodland creatures were seeking their rest
She would be sure to not disturb their slumber
Knowing a lone girl would be at the mercy of their number
Whether beasts large or small
In a multitude she was bound to fall
Tonight was not meant to see danger
Whether by creature or tall creepy stranger
There was a plant she did seek
Granted to bring a potion to its peak
She sought the petals of the Luna Bloom
Which blossomed when there was an air of gloom
When the full moon was high above the line of cloud
The sagging flower would stand erect and proud
In full bloom petals of white and green
Would illuminate the pistols of golden sheen
She’d gather the flowers and embrace their musk
As with mortar and pistol she’d grind them to dust
To give her potion that extra spice
Yes that would make it oh so nice
She trotted off into the woods so deep
The further she went the more her heart did leap
The Luna Blossoms were calling to her
For that she would never deter
Her heart skipped a beat as the trees did curl
To keep the secrets they wished not to unfurl
Soon she came to a clearing
Her task’s end was nearing
Moonlight shone through the treetop canopy
Illuminating a beautiful sight to see
Standing alone against the dark
Its paleness making it rather stark
With the flower reaching up to the moon
The Luna Blossom would open soon
Watching the vision her heart did seize
When suddenly there was a rumble from the trees
It was a sound fierce and coarse
She didn’t need to know the source
Stone wolves were coming in a fearsome pack
It would not take much for them to attack
Whether bloodlust or actual hunger
There was no denying the amount of danger
She crawled back amongst the shadow
Not knowing which way to go
Her prize was sitting in her grasp
It wouldn’t take long for it to relapse
Back to its original form
Just a flower of the norm
Losing all of its magical property
And that she felt just could not be
The flower was going to bloom tonight
If not now it would be another thirty lights
She had to get it before the moon did fade
They laws of magic must be obeyed
Anger inside of her began to rise
When out of the darkness came creatures of great size
Stone wolves, skin grey and draped in moss
Stepped into the light giving them a luminescent gloss
They snapped and growled in dark savagery
Causing resting creatures in the forest to flee
Carefully she continued to crouch down
Making sure not to make a sound
For if she did the result would be grave
No matter how bold and brave
Stone wolves were hungry beasts
Always in search of their next feast
Getting rid of them was easier said than done
As you needed assistance from a burning sun
For a magician of her caliber this was an easy feat
Such a standard she was able to meet
She whispered words to the tips of her fingers
When the words settled and lingered
A small spark of flame looked up at her
Patiently awaiting the next set of words which were
The ones that would make it grow and rise
To double, triple, and quadruple in size
Where the fire would sizzle and burn
To make those foolish stone wolves learn
For now though the flame was but a kiss
As she hoped to catch the wolves amiss
The wolves, four in all, marched in on stony paw
A beautiful sight that would leave her in awe
She waited with bated breath
For the stone creatures of death

The Witch’s Memory part seven (recap)

Her father’s eyes took on a distant haze
She found herself lost in them just like a maze
The world held its breath right with her
“Remember what Jaspeak and his bride were
That was their past long behind
A shred of who they were you cannot find
They were tainted that much is true
But that my dear has nothing to do with you
You my dear are a new spring bloom
Not predestined to their doom
You were not made in darkness and blight
But rather to show the world the light
Jaspeak at one point was truly great
That greatness is what I see for your fate.”
The little girl gave her father a hug
One tear soaked and oh so snug
He picked her up and carried her
Inside the home where Mother waited with dinner
And as they partook of meat and bread
Not stopping until they were well fed
Despicable plotting was amiss
Plotting that would forever end scenes like this
Time passed by, days turned to months, months into years
And the time did little to quell the fears
Jaspeak felt that long lost day
When she listened to what her father had to say
Now she was a lovely lady of sixteen
Her hair shimmered with a dark sheen
Eyes of violet sparkled dazzling in the sun
And when she smiled the day truly had begun
She was the loveliest lady in the village for sure
Wickedly sharp and so much more
She could conjure a spell with barely a wink
Impossible things one could hardly think
No spell however was as wicked and cold
As the one she could place over one’s heart and soul
A look from her would make your heart prance
Making the boys in the village take their chance
At winning the heart of a girl so fair
A challenge her father could hardly bear
Each day he expelled a weary groan
Begging the boys to leave her alone
But their persistence would grow of this he knew
For her beauty was alluring and her heart was true
Thankfully Jaspeak went on without much notice
Choosing instead to simply focus
On her studies of the power of magic
To cure what ailed a land so sick
Still purging out the darkness caused by her lineage
Her family’s name she pursued to salvage
At this time she was running home
As she did her father let out a groan
Having an idea already lodged in his head
And wondering if it was too late to fate her a quiet book lover instead
An ambitious tyke she would always be

The Witch’s Memory part 6 (recap)

Our leader took this time to flee
All the while his head buzzing like it contained a bee
The world he knew swept out under his feet
Leaving him to wonder what end his people would meet
Jaspeak declared war on the non-magical ilk
A distasteful act like sour buttermilk
Our leader pleaded to all of our kind
Speaking of the great wizard had lost his mind
He told them of what the man planned
Then he made a plea, not a demand
Calling on the good within them all
To help him complete the great wizard’s fall
There were a few who sided with Jaspeak
But there was no reason for our leader to grow weak
Those who were willing to join the fight
Were great in number, courage and might
A line had been drawn on the proverbial sand
Armed with magic and followers at his command
Our leader led the charge against all that was dark
For goodness he claimed would leave its mark
So a war waged on between evil and good
A battle for truth and no more falsehood
Jaspeak proved to be a formidable foe
Leaving his enemies with nowhere to go
Only to press forward through all he could conjure
Making an army of all manner of creature
Nightmarish beasts and blood drenched demon
Anything at all that the great wizard could summon
The war waged on for far too long
Our leader and the heartbroken king plunging headlong
Into the center of the terrible battle
The faith in their cause refusing to rattle
Until at last the king’s blade struck true
In the warlock’s chest and Jaspeak’s face went blue
The wizard fell upon the ground
They were victorious but certainly bound
By woe, misery at those they had lost
Their victory coming at a great cost
Many of the valiant lay dead in the wake
Waiting for the grim reaper to take
Their souls to the heavens or the depths of hell
A resting place for them to eternally dwell
The king and our leader were left on the battlefield
What had been broken could never be healed
Although they had fought side by side
A solace between them it did not provide
The uneasiest of truce was brokered that day
Sending the two on their separate way
The non-magicals would go about their life
And about their work without an iota of strife
As long as the magicals stayed to ourselves
In the land where dark magic delves
Search parties were sent out for the missing daughters
Hearts were fearful they met up with marauders
Of them there was neither hair nor hide
Leaving the king to suspect they’d died
But what to do with the one who remained
The one pregnant and caught under the dark magic strain
Ready was the babe to go through the trials of birth
Although its mother was no longer much worth
Madness dwelled deep in her dark eyes
Dark like the magic we all despise
What to do with this girl now
“The daughter I once knew is dead like a slain cow
She with her sisters far away from this place
Away from the dark things and her father’s disgrace
This thing before me is no child of mine
So what you choose to do by me is fine
Though I ask a favor if you please
Set her ablaze to rid her of this magical disease.”
The king left the words there like a festering boil
Leaving our people in shock and to recoil
Once the shock was done and over
What to do with the girl did hover
Fortunately her life was spared
Although so drunk off of magic she could not have cared
She gave birth to our new lineage
Our bloodline: the great Erwin the Sage
Our greatest minds were left to exercise
The demons within the mother’s eyes
Eventually it all was ill fated
As her condition deteriorated
She passed away the following fall
A heavy burden on us all
And baby Erwin was by the folks of good
Things were turning out exactly as they should.”
Little Jaspeak gave her eyes a blink
Letting moments pass so she could think
“But Dad that doesn’t explain
How it is you gave me this name.”
Her father’s eyes took on a distant haze
She found herself lost in them just like a maze
The world held its breath right with her