Hawk Eyes

20160606_141413

Some of you may not know that I have a fiction blog, and that I’m currently writing a series of stories that I really enjoy, called Hawk Eyes.

The story revolves around a guy who develops some very strange eyes. He can see very far away, and has excellent night vision, and his eyes even look like the eyes of a hawk! He has also just met a young lady.

Here is a piece from the most recent segment:

I must have passed out, because I don’t remember anything before the two of us hit the ground, with a huge thud. The strange thing was, we were right back where we started. Was it a vision, or had we really turned into hawks?

To be honest, I couldn’t think straight, I was in too much pain, and as I rolled around moaning, unable to get up, I was vaguely aware of Michelle yelling at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?!!” “You almost killed both of us?!!” But her voice seemed distant and I had a ringing in my ears, so I ignored her.

As I began sitting up, she was still yelling, “You never give up, in the middle of a transformation!!” I shook my head trying to think, “A transfor…..what?” It was then that Michelle stood over me, with both hands on her hips. She said, “Trans-for-ma-tion.”, as if I needed to hear it slower. And then she did something I would never forget, and to be honest I wish she hadn’t done it…….

For more of the story, and other fiction as well, you can find it here:

www.themysticalforest.wordpress.com

The blog name is Blue Skies in the Morning, and the web address above will take you there.

Thanks for reading!

I will be posting some poetry here later today.

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Advertisements

The Sword of Talon in the Mystical Forest

100_1284

But the sound of defeat finally took place, when the Queen removed the Sword of Talon from her side. By now it was so bright the entire night was lit, which brought more panic to the enemy. And just that quick, the Viscount and his troops ran for their lives, scattering through the forest.

Within moments the sword dimmed and returned to orange. Her troops were elated of course, but Queen Natasha was not so happy. She was sullen, having felt betrayed. As she pulled her soldiers together, they continued their journey to the coast.

She could not wait to leave this place. She would never again be bullied by the people of her own kingdom. She wanted to weep simply from anger, but refused to let it loose in front of the others.

At one point her horse snorted and she listened closely to the sounds of the night forest. And then she heard it, the sound of water running. She stopped, then dismounted and said, “Everyone wait here!” She was so angry she could slice the ear off of anyone that followed her.

It was the river of black rocks. “Was this entire place cursed?”……

    

Please check out my fiction blog the Mystical Forest, for the rest of story:

www.themysticalforest.wordpress.com

    

Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies