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Short Stories Miscellaneous Stories Woman's Power
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Woman's Power |
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| Written by Brigit | |
| Wednesday, 07 May 2008 | |
A pale moon rose in the night sky, shining down on the rippling waters below. A small river cut through a wide valley, running smoothly over rock and earth. A figure bathed nude in the river, basking in the feel of cool water on her skin, and in the silver glow of the moon.
She stood in the water, golden hair clinging to golden skin, the river’s tears sliding down her back. She lifted her arms over her head, her breasts lifting with the motion. Her eyes drifted shut as her voice raised in song.
Power built steadily, slowly…until finally rain fell from the sky. The river embraced its cousin of the heavens, welcoming it into the flow. The woman smiled and opened joyful eyes. Fog whispered into the valley, and heat enveloped the air. She lowered her arms and stepped from the river.
Her skin dripping, and rain continuing to fall, she dropped to her knees, placing her palms against damp soil. Her eyes remained open, and began to swirl with silver power. The earth rumbled softly beneath her hands, and she crooned a new song. One of new beginnings, and wonderful life. She coaxed the earth to part, and enticed the seed to grow. A small sprout emerged from the soil, blossoming quickly to a small sapling. Her palms against the soft trunk, she sung ever more, persuading the tree to grow, and lift its arms to the night’s sky. Leaves surfaced from the branches, silver in the moon’s light.
She stepped away from the tree, and her smile threatened the sun’s radiance. She strode away and stood in all her naked glory, her arms stretched wide, and her hair gleaming in the night. The winds blew strong, causing the young tree to lean, and the flow of the river to become rough. Her hair lifted with the gusts of air, and her skin rose in goosebumps. The winds became gentle and walking to the small bundle of clothing, she revealed a long blade to the night’s sight. Her fingers wrapped familiarly around the handle.
She raised it towards the moon, and her voice sounded with authority and strength. Fire erupted down the length of the sword, and the winds rose again to circle her, and water left the river to join the winds. Fire departed the sword to unite with the Water and the Air. The circle became a vortex of elements, but the woman knew one was missing, and finally, shifting her weight upon the ground, called the Earth. Stone burst from the ground, as though it had only been waiting for her cry.
Her voice became gentle and sweet, tears flowing down her cheeks, fire in her eyes, her feet planted firmly on the ground, and her heart as light as a feather. Fire returned to the sword, and water flowed back into the rippling river. Earth slammed into earth, and the winds slowed to a small breeze.
Comments (2) |
 05-07-2008 12:11, Nice Imagery » Reply to this comment...  05-07-2008 15:48, Hm. Not my style. I'm not much for hippyish attitudes, or fireswords or wood nymphs or whatever that was. If you're doing this just to describe a scene, then you should go nuts with descriptions. If there is a message you're trying to convey, the overly-descriptive background took away from it. Keep on keeping on. cS. » Reply to this comment... |
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