The Witch’s Memory part 2 (recap)

You will still be our little one and make us proud

If you have any questions speak them aloud

Better to know now than not at all

Ask your query child before nightfall.”

The girl took a moment to have herself a think

As she pondered, the sun did slowly sink

The clouds were outlined in blood orange and indigo

Then the girl blurted. “Oh I know

Daddy how come we are made to hide

Instead of walking around with pride

We are stronger isn’t that much true

Heck I couldn’t imagine anyone beating you 

So why not do more with our magic

Instead of protection and other tricks?”

With that the father and mother shared a glance

Saying this was a subject not meant to dance

Around or even beat around the bush

The world went quiet as if told to shush

“What is your name?” said the father to the girl

“Jaspeak, father.” answered the child, giving her hair a nervous twirl

“Who were you named after?”

“Why, my great great grandfather.”

The man settled into the cool earth

Appearing devoid of his former merriment and mirth

Heaviness perched upon his shoulder

Making him appear several years older

She snuggled in his arms, her eyes aimed to the lowering sun

Her mind wondering what it was that had been done

What had been done to cause her father this woe

The answer her curiosity had to know

“Well your great- great-grandfather Jaspeak,”

He father did speak

“Was a great wizard beyond any compare

So much so it was considered unfair

To those without any kind of magic

In fact their lives seemed rather tragic

Because of Jaspeak we had no worries about being fed

From his magic we learned how to heal when we bled

We could create fire with the flick of the wrist

And that is only the beginning of his achievement list

Almost everything we have, food and supply

Came because a man named Jaspeak did try

Meanwhile outside of this land we call home

The spirit of pestilence did roam

Touching the crops, the water, and folks’ health

With all that combined it touched the kingdom’s wealth

The king at the time was no better than a pauper

All of his gold reduced to a handful of copper

Desperate the king came to us on bended knee

Making a most generous plea

For us to stop watching them suffer

He had very little to offer

In exchange for crops and fresh water

He would provide us more land and his first daughter

For most of us folk his offer was far too generous 

All he had to do was ask, no need for all this

Jaspeak however thought otherwise

He didn’t care for the ungifted’s cries

Deep in his heart these people he did loathe

No matter how hard the people strove

For peace, love and unity 

To him this was not how it was supposed to be

Jaspeak was all too aware of their plight

Considered it a plague to rid the world of this blight

Magical folk were superior he thought in his head

And he considered this the reason he had been bred

To bring his people into the dawning of a new age

Where he would be crowned most wise and sage

He’d build castles on the bones of the unfortunate

His place in history already set

He convinced our leader to take the deal

His plot beginning to churn its wheel

The did retrieve his firstborn

Who was lovely if not a bit forlorn

Wouldn’t you be if you were found in her predicament

No more than a commodity meant to be spent

A royal made to be a bargaining chip

So it was understandable she had a tremble in her lip

Jaspeak claimed the girl as his own

His plans for her laid unknown

But no one would dare question a wizard so great

That is until it was much too late

Back to his home went Jaspeak and his unwilling bride

His heart swollen with unearned pride

Pride in doing what he felt right

A course of action to bring his people to the light

You see my sweet dear

The sold princess had need to fear

Jaspeak wanted to create the dark art

Of curses, jinxes. It was his plan from the start

And the lovely young girl would be his practice

A litmus test for his dark magic

So our folk went along with the deal

And soon the non-magical folk began to heal

From the troubles that plagued them so

But how were they to know

That their troubles were far from an end

If they had known they would have begun to fend

To protect themselves from the troubles that loomed

Perhaps then they may not have been doomed

For several years the truce between us seemed great

We were devoid of harm and devoid of hate

We could call our non-magical brethren friend

The lines between enemy and friend started to blend

Then one day as the non magicals were reaping their wheat and hay

They found their crops withered and reeking of decay

This was the first time they had been met with woe

Since the deal had been struck so long ago

The non magicals cried out about what had befallen them

With winter approaching things may turn grim

Our leader befuddled by this new predicament

“Something happened. Magic awry it went

Our own crops are fine and doing quite well

Why this happened to you I don’t know what to tell

We’ll seek for you an answer to this

No stone unturned until we find what’s amiss.”

This soothed over our relations

And the king’s people went back to their vocations

As the non magicals went about their life

Our leader sought to end the pending strife

What better way to find a solution to the matter

Than to seek Jaspeak for a little chatter

Our leader sought out the great magician

Hoping he’d play the part of magical physician 

He marched over to the wizard’s home

To find Jaspeak waiting on his porch alone

Out leader wished to ask about the king’s girl

Curious to the answers that would unfurl

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The Witch’s Memory part 1 (recap)

As the stars and the moon sat up straight

The people of Durbin did celebrate 

For their lost princess did return

So far that they would let their candles burn

Into a liquid pool of wax and goo

And they’d still dance and sing the night through

Her appearance alone would have been enough

For the people to gather round and strut their stuff

Yet their celebration would be a hundred fold 

As she brought a boy with her brave and bold

One who wanted to take her hand

Before he knew she ruled over all this land

For this they’d dance until their feet were sore

Doing dances never done before

The curse was broken, filling the kingdom with joy

All hail the princess and the soon to be prince boy

While all of this was going on

Before the morning saw its dawn

A witch traveled through the haunted wood

Heading to where the cursed princess had stood

A princess made a dragon, full of fright

Too afraid to let her true self be seen in the light

Cursed until a boy saw the beauty inside

Stripped of misconceptions and any semblance of pride

All had gone according to plan

One weaved with her very own hand

She darted through the trees, grass and dark

Arriving at the cave so gloomy and stark

The witch traveled down into the cave so deep

Where the dragon did once sleep

Setting her bare feet on the magical soil

No longer filled with strife and turmoil

Seeing the hollow oh so empty

Filled the witch with unbridled glee

Now her mission could go undisturbed 

Left to do as she pleased unheard 

The witch inhaled a great breath

Laying eyes on what was left

Upon the dragon’s cave floor

Laid all her dreams and more

In place of the dragon’s stead

Were the tears the beast had shed

Upon the ground there were tiny shards 

Shining brilliant with a texture quite hard

The witch picked up the gem and started to grin

Remembering how this all came to begin

It began a long time ago far from this cave

Where magic roamed free and the people were brave

Back in the land of Sluggatero

In a time set a thousand years ago

The people of Sluggatero were happy and carefree 

Just as any group of people should be

The citizens were all magic imbued

Across the kingdoms others’ fears were not subdued

What they didn’t understand made them cringe

And fear the people living on the fringe

Fearing they would craft a spell

To make sure all in the world was not well

They pleaded with their king to end this mess

Of the magic folk they believed wished them stress

What was the king supposed to do

But scheme and plot the nights through

On how to handle the situation 

With the people who worked divination 

As the king thought up a way

To lead the magical folk astray

There was a girl and her family true

Playing under a sky so blue

The girl did laugh and giggle

While in the sky squawked a full

Flying free and unencumbered

As if not knowing the people’s days were numbered

After this particular tickle session

It proved time for another magic lesson

The father fell in the lush green grass

Flecks of grey peppered his moustache

His smile beamed bright like the heavenly sun

He was quite winded so playtime was done

“Come here my sweet child,” laughed the dad

“Surely another day there is fun to be had

But now is time to learn to sift

From what is curse and what is gift

Come now lass and take a seat

A respite from this summer heat

Let me impart a bit of knowledge in your head

Smarts I earned not just read.”

The girl sat down with a smile

And the grass accepted her, making her cozy for awhile

As the winds kicked up, caressing her face

Her father spoke with patient grace

“When it comes to magic you must be wise

A simple spell could mean your demise

Because all magic comes at a cost

Some spells can never measure what is lost

Know this little girl, know all the rules

Or a life of magic can be quite cruel

Lesson one can never enough be said

There is no bringing back the dead

Although your heart may ache from the loss of them

If you follow through the results will be from

Unspeakable horrors better left untold 

Leaving your spirit bound and cold

A fate I do not wish for your little one

Buy hold your questions until this lesson is done

Lesson two could easily have been the start

As it deals with the matters of the heart

You may never use magic for the purpose of love

No matter what tribulation may come to shove

Love is a matter best left for the soul

Corrupting it will certainly take its toll

Love is powerful and meant to be free

If the person is not meant to live you, let it be

When it comes to lessons this’ll be the third

Please young one, do not find this absurd

Magic is a weapon that you can arm

But you must use it for good, not to bring others harm

We masters of magic were called for a great purpose

The violent ways of others is not meant for us

You were called for so much more

To do wonders never seen before

Don’t waste your gifts on petty revenge

I know all too well this is a challenge

People will push you to be oh so cruel

To fight, plunder, and certainly duel

I ask you now to let it go

The good in you needs to show

Our good shall bring us into the light

Where there will be no more trauma or need to fight 

Where we can live in peace with those without the gift

And the wall that stands between us will lift

Only then will we truly live in peace

Unyielding love for every person each

When you truly understand these rules I gave

Then you will know how to behave

Once the world tries to steal your joy

So no matter what tricks they choose to deploy

You will still be our little one and make us proud

If you have any questions speak them aloud

Better to know now than not at all

Ask your query child before nightfall.”

Inkslayer’s Journal: It’s Been Awhile

Wow! Too much time has passed since I did an actual check in with the Inkslayer Army. For that I apologize. There are many excuses I can use but that’s what they are: excuses. Over time I’ll explain all that’s been going on over the months, but for now I wanted to come on and say Happy 2018! 
Writing Quote Wednesday will still be up and running this year as well as a return to The Witch’s Memory after doing a recap (there’s an ending, I promise LOL) New things are coming. This is going to be an incredible year. Let’s do this!
Until next time have a writeous day! 

Writing Quote Wednesday 


Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, getting laid, or making friends. In the end, it’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well. It’s about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.”

 — Stephen King

The Witch’s Memory part seventy eight

“It must be you,” said the princess with glee

“That I have been instructed to see 

I met your kin outside these walls

Where the wilderness pleads its call

Your sister showed me things bordering the impossible 

Sights that left me with a deep chill

I fall at your feet with gratitude 

For your generosity is too much to exude”

With that she fell to her knees

And it seemed the world did freeze

All went still and quiet

The women turned toward the girl

And at that moment her world did swirl

The Witch’s Memory part seventy six

Then she found the source of the noise

Three women of regality and poise

Sat around a cauldron with a song in their throat

In the middle of a deep moat

The water was purple, deep, and rich

The princess knew immediately each one was a witch

Just like the one she met in the forest

She became even less stressed

Surely they were here to help her on her journey

To help her be where she needed to be

A smile came to greet her face

Confidence abounding she stepped into the space

Inkslayer’s Journal Entry 5

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Hey everyone! Still reeling from getting Beyond Here out into the world. Make sure to get your copy. Also if you message me I can set up signing and delivering you a copy if you wish. In the meantime here’s a free read of a flash fiction piece that I hope to make a full fledged novel at some point. I hope you enjoy!!

Ghost of the Arena

Her nights were always the same. 
The blood and her lone symbolic act were washed away with coarse goat hairbrushes. With each pass through she felt her wounds begin to tear anew. It reminded her that she will still alive. That the gods thought to curse her for another day.
She slept bare under the canopy of stars, the night sky matching her skin of coal. Each blazing jewel in sky was an unanswered plea for the release from the misery of this world. Before the morning light a new star would be born.
By the break of day she’d be awakened by Doc, a member of her troupe. In spite of overwhelming sense of death and horror which hung over the arena Doc managed to be cheery, sunlight dancing in his blue eyes.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t take a direct shot to the shoulder today. That is unless you’re not attached to it,” he said as he traced her collarbone with his finger.
Her waking pain was the same yet new nonetheless. “Are you giving instruction to your lanista?”
“Simply observing. It’s what I do.”
His olive skin never ceased to look pale against her own dark tones. The sun had taken its toll on his flesh leaving weathered lines behind in its wake. They paled in comparison to her menagerie of scars.
“How are the others?” she asked as she stood, her nude figure unabashed in the morning rays.
“Surviving.”
“That’s all that can be asked.”
“Indeed.”
They held a mutual respect for each other. A quiet means of foreplay that would proceed no further. There was no love for gladiators, not even amongst themselves. 
Before eating or partaking in the meager water rations provided she had to become the warrior she was made to become, the ghost of the arena. As she slumbered through the night the crew used a large kiln to dispose of the losers of yesterday. Their ashes would be ready for her by the rising of the sun, a mixture of grey and ivory. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet the dark skinned warrior dusted herself in the regret of yesterday. When she was done she was new, baptized in the death of fire.
From here she dressed herself in her armor before joining her troupe for their rations. Although the only female amongst the several men they held her in high regard. Her actions in the arena had saved their skin on numerous occasions.
The rest of the morning consisted of practice, practice, and trying to find out why she was a black girl sentenced to die in the arena. Soon it was mid-afternoon and the daylight was saturated with the cries of a bloodthirsty audience. The games were set to begin, and her and her Poison Apples were set to take center stage.
But today was different. 
The gates would wait longer today to open, to usher them into the madness. A trove of royal guards entered the confines of the area they called home, carrying with them the scent of sweat…and of her. The queen stank of nightshade, as poisonous as her heart. The queen considered herself to be a mother to the people, but to the gladiators made to fight on her behalf she may as well have been a wicked stepmother.
With her robes barely touching the tainted sand the queen made her way down the line of the Poison Apples until she reached the ghost of the arena. It was hard to discern anything about the queen behind that damn porcelain mask she wore.
“Will you win today?” the queen asked, her voice darkened as the sky as the sun sought to be tucked under the horizon. 

The black girl painted in ash didn’t speak. Her time spent as a gladiator gave her the impression the queen had something to do with her imprisonment. 
Although she couldn’t see it the warrior felt a cruel grin arch from behind the porcelain facade. “One can only hope so. My favorite apple in the batch. My Snow White.”