Tale #97: The Lord And His Angel

In the village where I grew up there was much excitement when the lord’s wife gave birth to an angel, and the lord invited people from across the land to come and see the cherubic miracle.

When the angel threatened to fly away, the lord clipped her wings. When she tried to run away, he cut off her feet. When the angel began to sing for help, he cut the tongue from her mouth.

Still now the people come to see her, this miraculous child of heaven, chained up weeping in her cage.

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Notes:

1. Written on August 14th, 2019
2. Similar to The Jealous Lord

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Tale #96: On her shoulders, ravens (a dream of judgement)

Her hair as black as night, her clothes as white as the sun. On her shoulders, ravens that cried out to her in warning, called out to her in love. Friends that would never betray her, never forget her, never leave her alone.

Through the long meadow grass she walks, her hands brushing against the tips. Behind her the almost setting sun.

And me, always in her shadow, as I try to catch up, try to say I was sorry, try to convince her to turn, to stop, to take me back into her arms.

But only the ravens turn towards me. They cry out their judgement, and I am left, alone.

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Notes:

1. Written on September 27th, 2017

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Tale #95: In The Garden Between

In the evening we could hear her, calling us out by name from the walled garden at the centre of the town, in the gap between the shops and the houses, somewhere behind the church.

In the night we could hear her, crying softly to herself about imprisonment, about captivity and despair. In the morning we could hear her still, her voice strong and clear, cutting through the noise of the day, singing defiantly of hope and freedom, of escape and revenge.

Each year we built the walls higher, dug the foundations deeper, made the structure stronger as best we could. Not to save our children, although that was the lie we told. But to save, here and now, ourselves from the consequences of our own crimes.

Yet we knew, deep down, one day she would be free. That a retribution would come no matter how much we tried to avoid it.

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Notes:

1. Written on September 25th, 2017

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Tale #91: The King’s Wives

The king kept his wives on an island from which none could escape. And every year he sent more wives to the island as new lands were conquered and became part of his kingdom.

One day, he decided to sail out alone to the island to spend some time with his women. But when he arrived, there were no wives to be seen.

“Where are you, my dears?” he called out into the silence, but there was no reply. And when he tried to leave he found the winds had fallen still and it was impossible for him to sail away on the becalmed seas.

He spent the night in his favourite chambers, but found it hard to sleep in the huge and empty bed. He woke twice to the sound of voices, but when he called out they fell silent, and there was no reply. The third time he woke there was nothing but silence, and when he tried to call out he found he could not.

The wives woke in the morning and were surprised to find the king’s boat moored at the shore. But of the king there was no sign, and though they called his name across the island they received no reply.

They sailed away without him, and where that island is now, none can say.

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Notes:

1. Written in July 2016

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Tale #90: The Woman Who Lived In The Woods

There was a woman who lived in the woods. She was tired of her treatment by the men of the town, and wished to be left alone. But that evening a man of some standing came to her house to have his usual way with her.

He lay down on her bed as if it was his own and orderer her to join him. She looked down at at the man and said, “Just this once, I want to see what you see when you leer at me.” And she plucked out her eyes and placed them over his own. But he turned away in shame and would not look at her again.

“And just this once,” she said. “I want to feel what you feel when you hit me.” And she cut the flesh from of her hands and placed it over his own like gloves. But he lowered his fists in shame and would not touch her again.

“And just this once,” she said. “I want to feel what you feel when you rape me.”

She cut off his cock and attached it to herself. And he lay there in shame as she had his usual way.

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Notes:

1. Written in November 2014
2. This story is pretty horrible
3. For which I apologise

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