Tale Weavers: Crossing the Veil #amwriting #taleweavers #fiction


Thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s prompt: A tale which takes place beyond the veiled mist. 

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Credit: Adventures In The Wild

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Kyria had been warned since she was a small child, beyond the veil was dangerous. Her older siblings had told her monsters lived there, that there were witches waiting to eat a young child. 

What the adults said wasn’t much better. Her Grandma Iris said she’d lose her soul if she was caught in the veil beyond. She talked about shape shifters and immortal creatures of the dark such as vampires and werewolves.

One day hanging the laundry on the line at her grandmothers, Kyria gazed at the veil nearby. She hadn’t thought of it for a long time and she wasn’t sure why it called to her now. She’d never admit she could hear the whispers of the creatures which lived their. They were tempting her and she knew it.

 Did everyone in the village see the veil as she did? Kyria believed they had no idea where it physically was, that to them it was was only folklore for children and not a real thing; it was extremely real to Kyria and she knew for her grandmother as well. 

Kyria was twenty-four and long past the age of adulthood. Her parents lived together and her siblings with their families. She hadn’t found a suitable man to marry so her father decided she should move in with her ailing Grandmother and care for her. He thought she needed to be of use somewhere since she hadn’t married quickly as her sisters did. 

The more Kyria thought about the veil and the mist shrouding it, the more she thought about how she’d never put herself out there in life. She’d always done what she was told and when others failed she was the one who took their place, who filled in so everything went smoothly. 

It was how she made up for her so-called “selfishness,” still being single and not having children for her family and village. She wondered why she had never pushed her boundaries and was tired of being ruled by her father’s and her grandmother’s whims.

Kyria loved her Grandma Iris the most because she understood Kyria better than anyone. But her grandma still cautioned her to never cross the veil daily. But grandma was inside sleeping and Kyria heard the whispers from veil more and more these days. They were a sirens call to her. 

She ignored all she had been told by her grandma, her family, and her friends as a child. She decided today she would cross the shrouded veil into the other world. Dropping the laundry Kyria walked towards the veil and into the mist surrounding it. The veil shimmered as she came closer and sonorous voice could be heard singing on the other side. 

When she reached the line where the spiritual and natural worlds met Kyria stopped for a moment and stood. She smiled and with both hands raised in front of her she was able to feel the mystical energy she was about to pass through. 

She stepped into the shimmering fog and breathed deeply. Her long blond hair flew out behind her and it was the last thing her grandmother saw as she watched her granddaughter cross into the other world. 

Grandma Iris sighed in frustration but she knew as it had been with her, the veil had been too much of a temptation for Kyria. She knew that adventure and discovery awaited her sheltered granddaughter. As it had been with Iris, the veil and it’s magic was in Kyria’s blood. Grandma Iris was the only one besides Kyria who actually could see the veil, she had made herself guardian of the gateway and hoped Kyria would take over for her one day. 

But as the last of Kyria’s blond hair slipped through veil and disappeared, Iris couldn’t help being thrilled for her granddaughter. What awaited Kyria would shape and change her. It would motivate and hurt her, it would be an experience far beyond the scope anyone in the village would ever experience. 

Iris blew a kiss towards the veil and whispered a blessing for Kyria. The feelings of excitement in Iris were so intense it was as if it were fifty-years-ago and she herself was crossing the veil. 

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Fiction: “Nerve”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt nerve.

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Daisy, Kyria, and Josephine were at the beach in Vancouver, watching their kids as they played in the sand and shallower lake water. 

“No, Danny not too deep!” Daisy cried to her eight-year-old son as he attempted to swim into water up to his neck. “You can’t swim well enough yet, you’re only in level five,” Daisy reminded Danny who made a face at her but returned to the water up to his chest. 

Kyria patted her baby Lola who she had finished breast-feeding. Her other two daughters, Ivory and Laura, were building sand castles near by. Kyria was talking to Josphine whose nine-year-old Michael played with Danny in the lake. Danny and Michael both had floating crocodiles that they sat on pretending to eat each other.

The three friends and mothers talked to one another inbetween yelling at their kids. But all conversation ceased when a curvy bombshell walked infront of them in a skimpy bikini. The bombshell had long strawberry-blonde hair and pretty freckles on her pale cheeks. She may not have been tanned but it was evident she was beautiful.

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Amber felt like some mint-chocolate-chip ice cream. It was her day-off from work as an administrative assistant and she had been so excited when she heard the weather was going to be hot and sunny that morning. She had changed into her favourite emerald green bikini and threw a beach dress over top before sliding into flip flops. 

Amber passed three mothers watching their children, walking to the ice cream store on the beach. She thought how lucky those women were to be able to have kids. Tegan (her husband) and Amber, had tried to have kids but with no success for the past three-years. At least, Amber thought, being able to look great in a bikini was some conselation.

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Kyria gapped at the bombshell as she passed them. The girl flung her strawberry-blond hair back and brushed her fingers through the strands. Her hips wiggled as she walked and she ran her hands down her waist and flat stomach. Kyria watched distainfully, as the girl adjusted the straps on her emerald green bikini top, ensuring her generous chest was covered.

“The nerve of that woman!” Kyria exclaimed to Daisy and Josephine.”We can all see she is skinny and a perfect hourglass shape. We don’t need her to show her body off right infront of us and our children. Who does she think she is anyways? She’s so pale too.” Kyria said with venom.

Josephine looked at Kyria annoyed. “I don’t think she meant anything walking infront of us. She’s probably only using what her Mama gave her. Remember, we used to dress in skimpy bikinis when we went to the beach, before we all had kids — Michael stop trying to drown Danny, he’s your bestfriend!” 

Michael looked at his Mom Josephine and let Danny up from under the water, where he’d been holding Danny’s head down. Danny punched Michael and the boys returned to playing with their floating crocodiles. 

“I agree with Kyria,” Daisy said grumpily. “That girl was showing off. Why would she do that in the middle of the day, when there are mainly families at the beach. I don’t need Danny fixated on women yet, he’s only eight. That girl has some nerve.

Josphine shook her head surprised at both her friends.” I think you two are jealous. Kyria just had a baby so she is still losing weight from pregnancy and you Daisy haven’t been keeping up with our dates to the gym. You act as if that girl should be ashamed of her own body, just because her body is in mint condition. I think you’re both being mean.” Josephine remarked.

“Why shouldn’t that woman be proud of her body, while she has it? She was probably enjoying a day off at the beach. I have pictures of you both in skimpy bikinis, not too long ago. I think you’re both hypocrites and have a lot of nerve judging another woman, especially at the beach.”Daisy and Kyria were speechless. 

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The girl in the skimpy bikini was coming back there way, licking an ice cream cone in one hand. Kyria rolled her eyes and made a disgusted noise. The girl looked up at that moment and smiled at the three ladies sitting on their blankets, underneath an umbrella in the sand. “Oh, your daughter is gorgeous,” she told Kyria walking over to Kyria, Daisy, and Josephine, “What’s her name?” 

“Her name is Lola,” Kyria said stiffly.

“You are so lucky to have her. Those two beautiful girls playing in the sand, they must be your daughters as well, they look just like you.” The girl exclaimed putting out her free hand which Kyria pretended not to notice.

 “I’m Amber, my husband Tegan, and I have been trying to have kids for three-years but I haven’t been able to become pregnant. I’m envious of you girls. You’re lucky to have kids, I want one so much.” Amber sighed and smiled at the two boys play fighting in the lake near by when Josephine pointed them out to her. Then, she gazed back at baby Lola adoringly. 

“It was nice to meet you girls, but I promised my husband I’d make him a special supper since I have the day off.” Amber smiled genuinely at the women and waved as she walked off the beach towards the parking lot.

Josephine peered at Kyria and Daisy wondering what their reaction to Amber would be now.”She’s right,” Daisy said watching her son Danny. “We’re so lucky to have our kids. I think Danny is worth not having my bikini body anymore.”

Kyria remained silent. “I still say Amber has nerve showing off her body infront of a recently, pregnant woman.” Daisy and Josephine looked at one another and sighed.

Nerve isn’t necceserily a bad thing,” Daisy said thoughtfully. “I don’t think she was trying to make you look bad, Kyria. It’s obvious to anyone who sees you with Lola, your baby is only a few months old. She can’t help that you were pregnant, or what comes along with being pregnant. She wants what you have actually.” Kyria rolled her eyes and Daisy shook her head. There was no convincing Kyria.

Josephine looked away from her friends to see Michael and Danny dripping water on her and the blankets. “Mom, we need more sunscreen,” Michael told Josephine. Josephine smiled and sprayed both boys with SPF 50 sunscreen. Indeed, Josephine felt lucky to be a Mom. But part of her admired Amber, a woman with nerve; the good kind.

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