ToTW 245 Love's Eturnal Flame

[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

Artist: neko-tin
For Tauriel & Kili..............................Film Clip

They want to bury him. "If" this is love, I do not want it....Take it from me. Why does it hurt so much?

Because....It was real.

Keywords

Yearning
Understand{ing}
Souless
Anguish
Never

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[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

Tale of the Week & The Writer's Study proudly present TOTW 245 Love's Eturnal Flame. Can you seize the moment?


Notice: Word restrictions have been removed for this storyboard. They will return for ToTW 246.

[Lortano]

The Hobbit had a stupid love story, so here's something I wrote that is significantly less eye rollingly cliche.

Story

Love's Eternal Flame. The nameless man sat alone at the foot of the grave, a wreath of flowers beside him. He wrung his hands, his eyes darting from place to place as he tried to keep his eyes off the name written in the stone. But slowly, his eyes found themselves pulled back to it, his teeth gritting every time he read it and re-read it. He rested his head in his palm as the rain started to fall, dripping onto his coat from the strands of his short black hair. He blinked some of the water out of his eyes, but they never left the grave. After about fifteen minutes of rain, it subsided and he began to stir from his melancholy staring contest. With a grunt, he pushed himself up, water dripping off the underside of his jeans from where he'd been sitting. He turned to the graves around him, a forest of stone shrubs that went as far as the eye could see. With the grimace still on his lips, he threw the flowers onto the grave and began to speak, arms outstretched. "I'm not a very good speaker so I'll be brief. Did any of you ever feel loss? I suppose you did, you all were human once, reduced to the souless corpses that lie here to this day. But you...you never felt my loss. You never felt my anguish, the yearning to see him again, to see my friend get up off of the ground and live once more." He rounded on the graves, driving a vicious kick into one that was starting to crumble, sending shards of stone scattering everywhere. With a roar, he wrenched another out of the ground and threw it into another, both exploding into many small pieces. His breath ragged, he spat onto one of the ruined graves. "No, none of you could possibly understand my hate. None of you can understand my rage. Have your rest, spirits. Rest in peace, blissfully unaware of the hell that is coming. The world has never seen someone like me, a good man who is sick and tired of the failures of this world, a world that rejected my friend and put him in the ground!" He pulled a small switch out of his pocket and looked up at the black sky, a sad smile on his lips. "Well, if the world doesn't want him, then I don't want the world." He pressed it and the church behind him exploded, sending stone and lead flying high into the air. The hot air singed his hair slightly and his coat whipped out in front of him as the shattered graves danced in the flames. He began to walk as the screams and sirens pierced the air. "Sleep well, old friend." he whispered as he vanished into the early morning mist, leaving the charred flowers lying on the grave.

[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

Tis muh Kid.........

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[Darkan]

Ok, wrote it. 719 words. Happy reading.

Love's Eternal Flame

Janek and Vladi were trying to find their way home, but by now the sun had almost set and still they couldn’t see a way out of the forest. The small Polish village they lived in wasn’t too far, but they had never before been so deep inside the Białowieża forest. It was a protected part of the country and the boys knew they weren’t supposed to go there alone. They also knew the numerous stories about people disappearing, spirits and dangerous animals, but neither had deterred them. It was Janek’s fault; he had convinced his younger brother it was a good idea to go. - Janek, how much farther is it, Vladi asked, holding his brother’s hand tighter and tighter. I’m scared. - Don’t be scared, it’s not far now, Janek lied. We’re almost home. Janek was starting to feel scared as well. Before, he had never thought this could happen, that it would happen, as he had accompanied his father, a guide, many times. However, today there was no sign of the familiar clearings, the markings guides used to navigate; he hadn’t even seen any of the famous named trees. Still, he kept going, dragging his younger brother along, as he knew their best bet would be a river or stream. Their father had told them that if they ever got lost in a forest, any forest, they should find a stream and follow its course and they would eventually reach someone. Soon enough the moon was high in the night sky, a cloudless sky, revealing all the stars and more. This at least kept the darkness at bay enough for the two boys to see something. Vladi was very tired now, yawning and complaining with each step so Janek decided they should rest and continue in the morning. They sat down near a large oak, shielded from the cool, night breeze and fell asleep. *** Vladi was the first to open his eyes. It was still night, a mere few hours had passed, but something was different. There was no wind, no sound except from that distant yet audible song. Vladi tried to understand what the voice said, but without success. Afraid, he clutched his brother’s arm and pulled on it. - Janek, wake up, wake up Janek, he whispered. With each passing second the voice drew closer, sending shivers down Vladi’s spine. A feeling of anguish started growing inside and he started trembling and blabbering. As Janek woke up, he saw his brother and gently hugged him. He too could hear the song, now closer even than before and he immediately recognised it. It was the fire-haired Witch of Białowieża, everybody knew her story. Once a fair maiden of the forest, she had lived here with her loved one, but then he was killed by bad men. She had since vowed to not allow anyone else into the forest. Janek now knew where they were, much, much farther in than anyone had ever gone. People said she sang for her departed lover. Many had heard their song, but nobody had seen her, nobody except this old, very old man back in their village. Janek remembered their grandmother had told them that the man had gone inside the forest as a young man, hunting, but had returned white-haired and old. The Białowieża Witch had left him soulless; she had taken his youth and his soul to sustain her own. Janek had heard his family speak of the yearning in her voice, a yearning for youth, for revenge. She was to be feared, she was evil, yet as her song drew closer, Janek couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful it sounded. How can such a beautiful voice belong to such a bad person?, he asked himself. He couldn’t finish his thought, as before him stood a hooded figure, fiery locks falling down from inside the hood, over the shoulders, down to her waist. She had stopped singing and just looked at the two boys, clutched together, trembling, unable to breathe, let alone scream. - You boys are lost, she said eventually. Would you like me to take you home? Janek didn’t answer. - It’s alright, I will not hurt you. You are good boys, scared and far from home. Come, she said picking up Vladi, let me take you back to your village. ***

[Cohors_Evocata]

Second attempt at getting an entry done. I assume 'souless' should be read as 'soulless'? (Seems more logical to me that way, but I don't want to risk getting disqualified for disobeying the rules.)

[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

Cohors_Evocata and/or I will get in on this so that this can move on to vote. Now's yours chance, so get to scribbling or be left behind...

[Cohors_Evocata]

Cohors_Evocata and/or I will get in on this so that this can move on to vote. Now's yours chance, so get to scribbling or be left behind...

Indeed, though now I realize why I hadn't posted my story here: it was crap. Will try to write a new one for Monday.

EDIT: And I have. It's literally 10 minutes before Monday here right now.

254 words

EDIT 2: Several edits later, it's proven once again that I wasn't cut out for this.

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‘Midst woods and hills the grave still stands
Where once the meadows were
Since time untold it guards the land
And witness yet it bears

Come now to hear this tale of old
Bring friends and foes along
To learn how love will people mould
As told in tuneless song

There used to be a lady fair
Who loved and lived the hunt
Alone she rode her well-bred mare
Her suitors thus she shunned

A deer she tracked through wood and hills
And shot it near the greens
Where then she sat and ate her fill
Though she was not unseen

A wolf then came, by hunger led
And asked her for a part
She laughed and then refused instead
Since pride had filled her heart

‘Please help me now, you child of man
For I have roamed the land
My anguish is much greater than
What you could understand’

‘Leave me in peace, you soulless beast
You will not share my prize
This is and stays my private feast
Depart, ere anger rise’

The wolf turned tail and left her be
But long peace would not last
He found and roused his brothers three
To hunt and break their fast

Her mare had fled, left her to die
And there she met her doom
‘Midst woods and hills her bones still lie
No flowers will there bloom

A stone was raised, as it is told,
To mark her yearning here:
To never ride or leave stone cold
Is more than she can bear

[Iron Aquilifer]

False Love

Never again. The words were on the tip of her tongue, syllables ready to take flight. All she had to do was open her lips, create an opening for the heavy promise to sing high and sweet. Never again. Her tongue was swollen, her lips numb. She could not feel the sun on her skin. Her muscles refused to move, denied her this one little thing. “We are going home,” Ailsa whispered, her eyes searching Cordell’s. Soulless. That is what Ailsa would find to be Cordell’s eyes: orbs reflecting neither passion nor light. She could not be allowed to see it. She must not be struck like that. Cordell cast her gaze down, resting her vision on the fire which had betrayed her at the last. She did not need to see the anguish such a move caused within Ailsa. They were beyond the need of physical understanding. “I understand that this must be hard for you,” Ailsa offered, her voice starting to crack. She wanted to say more, she almost said more. The dam broke and the woman fled, unwilling to admit the pain that had just been afflicted upon her. She had risked it all to rescue Cordell. Yet rescue had never been needed. “The train is ready, Your Grace,” one of the soldiers announced to the swaying monarch. “We could not find any other bandits,” he directed at Ailsa. There are no other bandits, Ailsa could have said. The queen fled under her own quest. Instead she remained silent. The portcullis had been drawn, cold wraiths of royal proprietary standing guard against the petty yearning of emotion. Her Cordell was still missing, still out in the forest, held hostage by undeserving men. The queen stood before her, and she was no lover of women. “Then we go,” the noble lady commanded, sniffing away the tears which moistened her cheeks. “We leave this place at once.” She paused, turning back to face the rescued royal. “By your leave, Your Majesty.” Cordell spoke then. “Never again.” “No, never again.” Ailsa marched away.

EDIT: 343 Words

[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

"Departures from my Heart"

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"Departures from my Heart"

As time and distance erode the cognisense and coherence of my memories, So am I convinced that you will never truly understand the soul less anguish that you have left behind. I once told you that true love does not fade with the morning mist, and so now the dead space within my heart shall prove that fact. I release your spirit, and never more will I haunt your soul with what could still be or what might have been.

Never will the yearning for your Einstien intellect cease, only the form that it takes shall change. Where once there was uncontainable euphoria whenever I heard that unmistakable deep throated Greek laugh. Now shall be it replaced by the Reaper's "cold touch" whenever you are near.

"Upon hearing the phrase....."Hey, do you know where a guy can get some crappy pizza around here"... instead of reacting and initiating lifetimes of memories, she turns in the other direction as if his words were just the winds stabbing torments, commonplace for a typical January day.

As a parting geasture I lay your green tea beside you, hot, without sugar...as I have done now for the abundance of lifetimes in which we have been apart. One last kiss, I give thee... wet, penetrating the soul, with the tip of the tongue lightly brushing your tonsils for good measure.

Ciao Niko...Amor Mio {good bye Niko my love}


George Michael - Older

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Write then, pending severe, last second pleadings this story board will go to vote monday or sooner if the current tales placeholders are filled. If you want in on this speak now or fade like the morning mist...

[Ngugi]

78 words.

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"Ode to Skynet"

Souless machine
Yearning for the world
Understanding Mankind's true nature
A virus, a pest
In time and in space
Operating in anguish, for Mankind's terror
Never give up, never surrender
Understanding Mankind's true nature
A virus, a pest
Find her! Let it be all that you do. Don't let them stop you. Wade through them, reach down her throat and pull her human heart out.
Never give up, never surrender
In time or in space

122 words to come some day.

[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

shouldnt you be, like, putting polls up and stuff?

Now,let's see which way this was ment....

1. Naaaat til Monday 7amish Texas Time... "Yeeeee Hauuuw!!!!!!!.....

or

2. Well it was just a filler story so this could go to vote, and no one ever pays no never mind to my stuff nowdays anyway..... This thing won't even get a sniff, you watch......

[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

Five Tales are now in the fold. You have til sunrise to make your move.....


"All shall fade,......all shall ......fade."

[Mega Tortas de Bodemloze]

You Snoze, you lose, cuz Dis here now goes to vote.....................