Today is the N for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a week long serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. Its a bit of noir, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.
The first of the NewCago series – “Missed”
I remember the first time we saw each other – We hadn’t seen each other since we were kids out in the country.
Then everything went haywire. Caesar took what he wanted including the lives of my parents.
At 17, I fled – their night screams chased me for years.
I was entranced by New Cago; she beckoned with her dazzling lights and her rich satins. I didn’t know about the slime underneath until it owned me.
Sam didn’t know how I was making it, I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
When I wrote, I told him I had a job and my own place.
Yeah, some call it a job. The men liked my blue eyes ‘that girl has spirit!’
But what the hell there was money and a bunk. I wasn’t locked up in someone’s vault and the temple goons stayed away.
Caesar was murdered and we all celebrated in fountains of bubbly. Within days, the gangs took over and I learned to shoot a gun.
A gang lord wanted to claim me as “property rights.”
Sam showed up just when they were forging my personal chain.
Sam always could look straight down to my heart. He knew but never said a word.
Sam was something those gangsters were not and they feared him.
Evil never sleeps though and on my birthday someone took a lucky shot.
Dog gone, I’ve pulled Sam into this rotten city and now I’m dead.
My real name is Lucerne which means ‘Life.’ My blood is a type of antidote Medicago they call it. That’s why when the bullet passed through me and into Sam he didn’t die.
Sam, do what you’ve gotta do – my blood will keep you alive.
Did you know there are more than 10,000 children orphaned by Ebola in West Africa? Many of these children have nothing and are stigmatized by their communities (and extended family). We are trying to find a way to raise funds to help. More info here.
Enjoy these A to Z participants today:
by your sharp edged heart
well aimed piercing
off the edge of my page
blood flows free at this
none to hold back the pain
too late to catch bloody
mere ashes in your hands
fiend, my death so long
Art and Photograph “Undone” © L. Moon 2013
Bolted twice and once padlocked
Hairs rose on my back as I passed
“what can fools fear here”
the crows mocked
death’s never taken its last
Boney fingers in a long, far reach
striving against iron grate
“warm healthy blood
I offer one taste
no fear there’s the strong, sturdy gate “
blood rose and poured out my mouth
foaming it took out my teeth
I cried to no one
up drove creped horse with black wreath
Unbolted twice and unpadlocked
Hairs rose on my back as it passed
“you are a fool
to have come here”
death’s reaper has taken his pass
This is just a taste to wet your lips. Go to Pen of the Damned and get a full coarse meal of death.
“Feast at my burial. I’ll bring the beer.”
Photograph: “Hell’s Gate” © L. Moon 2013
Looking for inspiration for your night of horror? Come by Pen of the Damned and read what we have brewing. Here’s a taste:
- Open your eyes and see the world for the first time.
- “Wizard or Warlock, which shall it be?”
- It was no longer needed
- I mix well and put it in a flask
- How much lovelier we would be if we were dead.
- Pass me the glasses,
- Drink Deep
- Here’s to us darling!
And there are prizes but I think you need to climb in a coffin to claim them.
the green place that I’d known
had been watered red and died
nothing was left to atone
the sun on that day must have cried
Come on over to Pen of the Damned where there is an unusual reaping. Reaping the Harvest my newest dark poem seems oddly appropriate for the day our government in the United States has shut down.
Photography: Pen of the damned icon by Bernini
Harvest in sepia © L. Moon
petals pulled away my heart
spikes picketed into my soul
waters that once so freely flowed
dried up and blew away
petals pulled away my heart
love it seemed between us too
wrapped up with a bow
came dead upon delivery
petals pulled away my heart
words inscribed in red
buried long ago
none can unearth love’s end
Petals pulled away my heart
locked up by your deception
one of us must go
I’ll gladly take the keys
Photography “Roses”, “The Key” © L. Moon 2013
I love the visual of locks and keys especially the old fashioned kind. Today’s poem was inspired by Kim at Poet’s United / Verse First the prompt – “Lock”
there was something there
or was there something
It had been joyous
Each moment of each day
like a rose blooming
about to be
Thanks to : CTwirler12 for the dead rose
Dew Rose by L. Moon (Top Photo)
Yes this is a Flash 55 but to read the beginning of the story you have to go to my friend J. Bengel’s site and read Vespers
The phone rang again.
Deep breath on the other end.
“Sorry it’s me again. I saw her. I’m back from the edge of death.
Before they sent me back a beautiful woman brushed my hand and whispered your name.
Tell him I’m here. I’m waiting. I love him.”
“Thanks” was all I could say
Go to the G-Man for more Flash 55- Thanks G!!!
What will I do with this day?
Oh so full of grey
Is there any life around?
listen – is there sound?
Is that fragrance spring?
a twitter with a ring
blossom peaking out her head
or is all dead?
a mere ray of light
birds taking flight
will life re-bound?
is that green on the ground?
So easily does the gloom
over my life loom
no sense in this day
seems meaningless and grey
When all seems as loss
I measure the cost
I still have breath for this day
Photo: ” Somber Day” – L. Moon