Heart and Soul

The room was one he had visited only a few times before. It wasn’t cold, white and lonely, it was urgent yet warm. Hands worked busily as shallow breaths were taken.

He looked to the table, and down fondly at the soft, white furred body he knew so well. He sighed, his chest Iifting upwards, taking his already tall form even higher, only for it to slump back down as his breath escaped him.

Hearts beat faster as a smaller one faded, to return to beat twice more, before silence.

Death put his hand down to the table, placed it in front of the petite ferret. He stroked a thumb over her domed head, rubbed it over her rounded nose despite knowing too well how quickly those teeth could latch.

She looked up to him, this strange form. Curious ruby eyes watching as she was lifted into his arms.

“Time is a funny thing. If not yours, then whose? If not now, then when?”

He cradled her close, a smile touching his lips as little teeth tested the skulls in his beard.

“They aren’t the soft rubber of the ducks you like,” he said, a deep laugh following his words. “Yes, yes. You can try to take them but they won’t come loose. You’ve tried before.”

She tugged upon them anyway, a small noise coming from her lips, one that she hadn’t heard in sometime. When the skulls wouldn’t budge, much as she had been told, she moved onto the hourglass that clasped his robe together.

“You’ll have little luck with that, too. I can’t even get the damned thing off at times.”

Try as she might, he was right. Yet still her small tail twitched with excitement. A lightness, one that had begun to dwindle from her memory, was with her once more. Her thoughts went elsewhere, her head lifting, looking for someone.

“She knows,” Death said. He took his hand and placed it over her head, stroked her gently before taking a seat in the corner of the room. “She hasn’t been told yet, but she knows, Seb. She knows.”

Seb rested upon him as he shuffled down. He adjusted his robe so that it would wrap around her, but her body was soon just as much wrapped up in his beard.

Together they watched. A blanket brought to the table and a small frame lifted on to it. The same hands that had tried to save her now moved the blanket to cover her.

“Warmth,” Death said. “Warmth and comfort. You’ll feel it like you remember it soon.”

Time drifted by, minutes of another place blurred with the hours of here. Seb slumbered in Death’s arms and he held her patiently.

The room was quiet, empty of the living. Death knew that somewhere not far from them a heart was breaking and that in his hands he held one half of what would make it whole again. Soon, and as he had expected, he heard the other half as it neared.

A scratching sounded from behind a closed door, followed by a low but meaningful dook.

Seb lifted her drowsy head, a memory, a dream, but here and now, all in a moment that was very much real. She peered over Death’s arms as he reached the door, leaned her head over and forward as far as she could reach.

A pointed nose poked round the door, a curved and hunched back soon followed, a low dook spoke only to her.

Hello, old friend.

Had he tried to keep hold of her, he would have failed, and knowing this Death lowered Seb to the ground.

She soon leapt from his grip. Her legs flung into the air, her body twisted to the side, no sooner had she touched the ground had her front paws lifted once more. Two white bodies, one orange tail and one white, claws and teeth, ogs and dooks, together Kimble and Seb rolled across the floor and raced around the table.

Death returned to his seat and closed his eyes. People came and went but still this place was theirs and theirs alone. The calls of happiness began to quieten and Death opened his eyes at the touch of a nose against his leg.

“Have you asked for her to come?”

Seb looked up to him, her eyes told him her answer.

“Then there is no reason for me to take you to her. We must wait, as she will be here soon.” He lifted the ferrets up and onto his lap.

Kimble by Seb’s side, as she always had been, cuddled in close to her. They listened and watched, as people came and went, until a voice they both knew well was heard.

Death carried them through to a smaller room, one where upon a table a blanket had been laid.

A girl walked in, a red blanket with a pattern of owls across it clutched to her chest. She trembled as she approached.

“Seb,” her voice was quiet, tears still dropped from her eyes but she was calmer than she had expected to be.

Death placed the ferrets upon the table, and Kimble and Seb were soon clambering upon the girl’s shoulders, soon pushing their faces against hers and once she had wrapped Seb’s body in the red blanket, they found themselves in her arms.

The girl had felt so separate from her soul, so far away from her heart, but a wholeness now snuggled safely in her arms. “I’m here, Seb. I have so much I need to say to you, and I’m sure I’ll get it wrong, but you need to know how much I love you.”

Seb knew, just as Kimble had, she had always known.

They remained in the warmth of her arms, the comfort of her embrace, as she held on to the red blanket. They heard the words that were whispered into rounded ears and felt the tears drip upon closed eyes.

 

“I’ll talk to you

through the stars

and through the flowers

in my heart

and at all hours

Listen for me, Seb

because I’ll be listening for you, too”

 

Seb snuggled closer against her, a small paw clasped around the girl’s finger.

Time shrouded the room, allowed eternity as brief as a second to pass over an hour. Death waited before them, his head bowed, only lifting at each attempt the girl made to say she would come back for her soon. There was no goodbye. He knew she had a promise to keep.

“Your body needs to stay here now, but only for a couple of nights, and then I’ll be back for you. But your spirit is coming home with me. Home to Kimble.”

A deep dook told Seb that what their girl said was true. Home was together and that is where they would be. A place where Kimble had also once been guided back to.

Death watched as the girl gave Seb a kiss goodnight. A thousand kisses wouldn’t be enough and he knew this well, but he sensed the time was coming. At full height he stood, his head only dipping to give a nod to Seb that said farewell.

He would never see her again, for she was to go home.

Curled up beside Kimble, Seb rested in the girl’s arms. She left with heart and she left with soul, and even though the loss may remain longer with their girl, Death knew that in time she would realize that she never lost them at all.

 

 

 

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[HORROR] Get Involved and Have Fun!

Hey everyone!

This is an update post so I’ll keep it short. I mentioned in my previous blog post that I was planning on writing a short horror series in the style of Reddit’s No Sleep, and other tales that ask the reader to suspend disbelief. And so, this is what I am asking of you!

When you see a post with a title that begins with this: [HORROR] please enter a world of phantom possibilities with me. Feel free to comment with questions, ideas, advice, similar experiences (real or made up!), concerns for the character or others in the story, and basically have fun! Also feel free to comment about the story itself (if you like it or if it sucks and you want to throw rotten fruit at me) but please understand all of my replies on these posts will be in character.

The first of these stories will be rather simple and written in a casual style. I’m going to be learning how to do this but also using this as an exercise. I do, however, plan to possibly continue Vrytolka (with some edits to modernize it) in this style. If you haven’t read the beginning of Vrytolka, please find it here.

Oh, one final thing! Many of these stories will be the first in a short series, so please also watch out for their updates from the characters!

Thank you for reading! If you don’t wish to get involved with these stories and would prefer to only read them, that is just as wonderful for me! If you do want to get involved in these stories through the comments then wahey! Either way, I’m looking forward to seeing you there!

Please enjoy!

Arbie x

The Fall of the House of [us]Her

The last of me was the first thing you noticed, between smiles that never reached the eyes and laughter that came at all the wrong moments, the end caught your attention before the beginning, and mine was caught on anything but

Where

Focus

Should

Lie

What about a girls downfall is considered so irresistible?
that tears need be wiped dry
and why must rage be quietened
for her to be
fixed

You thought my end was in the promise that next year would be the last
thing
you’d
notice
when you’d offer a kiss goodbye and I’d smile, give in return and then thank you for seeing me as
such a delightful
project

Such a worthy
Fixer up

And if you see me as a home I understand why you took the hammer to my heart
but excuse my confusion as this
Is
Where
I thought laid the hearth one day we would sit our children before
yet you fixed the cracks in the walls
only to leave all the windows open
for rain to fall inside
to stand and watch
as rot wrapped around these arms
where you’d promised to wind daisy chains
the white of their petals stained red
from the thorns of roses that restrained

before

You could step once more over my threshold
where if only you had noticed
that the first time a home is damaged
it may learn to stand again
it’s foundation hardened
however superficially

But the second time
it is left empty
it’s crumbling walls
and creaking floors
no longer irresistible

To an eye that saw what could be
rather than what already was

It will fall

Book Release – Kidnapping Death’s Daughter

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Ever since Robin’s brother died, every morning has risen with a new question, all of them echoing the grandest and most desperate: Why?
Until the day after Peter’s funeral, when a librarian with an odd sense of humour, and an even odder creature for a pet, reaches out to Robin and whispers an irresistible opportunity: “Death has a daughter, steal her.”
The questions have changed. Could this be a bargaining tool against Death? What will he say when Peter is returned to him?

How do you kidnap Death’s daughter…

His cousin Caleb is intrigued and eager to join his adventure, and if the next morning rises with too many questions, now, at least, they have a clue to find the answers.
They leave for an ancient city by dusk.

In York, cathedral spires claw at the moon, gargoyles peer down on cobbled streets from wooden beams, and the creatures of Yr Oerfa feel their skin prickle as they sense the change war brings. Amongst them, hunted by beings more dangerous than two mortal boys, Death’s daughter is writing her own story, and it, too, begins with loss.

Kidnap her? First they need to find her.

 

Kidnapping Death’s Daughter is a multiple point-of-view young adult urban fantasy set in-between worlds, but predominantly York, England. It deals with darker themes but with a light sense of humour and a snarky ghattan should things go awry which, when you’re the daughter of Death, they often do. 

 

 

Hello everyone!

Here is me officially stating the book is released (and hoping that by crossing all my fingers it won’t go terribly wrong!) and up for sale on Amazon for $4.99. If you have a subscription to Kindle Unlimited or you have access to the Kindle Owner’s Lending Library you can read it for free! I got this incorrect originally, so if there are any issues with this then please email me here: Krae1408@hotmail.com.

I am so thrilled with the cover and really hope you all like it too! It is by Maria Sokoloff and you can see more of her work over at http://www.artstation.com/shiofuu.

If you do read my book, then thank you! I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

By the way, I am also now on Goodreads! Let’s be friends!

 

 

 

Kidnapping Death’s Daughter Art – Caleb

Hey friends!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything book related, but I’ll be sure to blog about that soon. Here he is though, finally! Meet Caleb! Probably one of my favourite characters in the book. He’s a bit of an adventurous one, so this mixed with also being kind-hearted sees him joining Robin to try and reunite him with his brother. He’s suffered his own losses, so knows what Robin must be experiencing.

Anyway, I must snush, as this is about the art! The brilliant artist is Shio who you can see more from here: http://www.artstation.com/shiofuu She’s amazing, so check her out!

I hope you like him!

Kidnapping Death's Daughter

If you’re unsure of where this character calls home, he is from my urban fantasy Kidnapping Death’s Daughter. Please find more information here: Buk Talk

And here be a synopsis:

Ever since Robin’s brother died, every morning has risen with a new question, all of them echoing the grandest and most desperate: Why?
Until the day after Peter’s funeral, when a librarian with an odd sense of humour, and an even odder creature for a pet, reaches out to Robin and whispers an irresistible opportunity.
“Death has a daughter, steal her.”
The questions have changed. Could this be a bargaining tool against Death? What will he say when Peter is returned to him?

How do you kidnap Death’s daughter…

His cousin Caleb is intrigued and eager to join his adventure, and if the next morning rises with too many questions, now, at least, they have a clue to find the answers.
They leave for an ancient city by dusk.

In York, cathedral spires claw at the moon, gargoyles peer down on cobbled streets from wooden beams, and the creatures of Yr Oerfa feel their skin prickle as they sense the change war brings. Amongst them, hunted by beings more dangerous than two mortal boys, Death’s daughter is writing her own story, and it, too, begins with loss.

Kidnap her? First they need to find her.

Thank you for having a look!

Arbie x

Those with the Fear of Drowning

You see, I have these issues.

I know. I know we’ve been working hard.

Or well, I’ve been talking and then forgetting what I’ve said right after and you’ve been li… you have been listening, right?

Because, this is about that thing I told you.

Yeah… please keep your voice down. That thing.

Okay, good, good. We’re on the same page. Where else could we be?

Anyway, back to… back to that.

My fear of drowning.

I don’t think it’s so relevant anymore. No. Not because I’m okay now. Can you stop trying with the antidote and just enjoy the poison, for once?

Drowning, I was talking about drowning…

When my eyes are closed, I’m already there. Something has wrapped itself around me and my blood is freezing, its rivers twisting around my body and causing all my veins to become ice.

Yeah, I’m aware it’s December and cold, but look at me, so wrapped up. I should be warm.

But, the snow has settled inside and a ghost is screaming in its storm as though it is the one trapped with me and not I with it!

Perhaps it is not on the inside at all, perhaps its fingers sink through my flesh and wrap around my bones. A reminder of what I will one day be. Buried beneath earth but above another who once breathed as I do.

Cold.

A bit morbid! Sorry… it’s just, it’s just such a funny thing.

I spend so much time trembling yet I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

Something… is really wrong.

I mean obviously things aren’t quite right or you wouldn’t be here and we wouldn’t be having this conversation, but…

Have you ever slept in a bed of lies?

Had a liar stroke your skin before they flay it with a tongue that would sooner be cut out than spill the truth.  And why spill the truth when your blood is so much more precious?

I believe if it could be a gemstone it would be the most coveted. Given on every engagement ring and set into all wedding bands. Would it not be sweeter to be betrayed by the one whose life you bore on your finger? For it is impossible to truly wear ones heart on a sleeve.

I ramble all the time. And I never seem to make much sense!

I don’t lose sight of my destination. There is just a constant fog in this place. And it is beautiful when it allows me to sit still and admire as it rises above the frost covered riverbanks and settles about church spires.

But, when I need to move on it conceals the path and petals of flowers close upon my approach. As though night… is stalking me.

But, I can see a light in the distance! And I believe it to be the sun, but then it dances in such a way I also believe it to be no more than a mischievous creature. A sprite with its lantern, luring me to a swamp where I will be stuck further still.

I speak of destinations as though I know how this story ends, but the chapters are pages strewn across the floor, that I suppose you are trying to piece together.

What an impossible task you have before you…

Yes, I said there was a church in that place. I’m not religious, but we all need a place of sanctuary and when the moon is all that lights the forest, even though it is of my own creation, I see shadows that even the wolves can’t protect me from.

But, if I can find my way to the sleeping stain glass windows and my hands are steady enough to bring thunder to the doors, I am granted entry.

No, no one else is inside. It is a sanctuary after all.

Ah, I thought you might ask about the rivers…

Only at my bravest do I look into their waters. I know how deceptively they can turn. Take their serenity from my view and in the place of aquatic weeds and childhood stepping stones come the faces of the lost.

I don’t know why they come to me in that place. Isn’t water said to hold the future?

They look through me and the fog and they look for the warmth of the sun as if it’s all they’ll ever seek! A desire for warmth. The weeds their shackles and stones their weights. They placed them there!

I know this because while I slept beside haunted waters in whispers they warned me.

But when I am awake, I have little choice, all I can do is stare into their eyes or their deathbed and I choose their eyes because the river is all too welcoming.

I wonder, if when Robert Frost said the woods are lovely, dark and deep, he thought of them as I do the river.

But we all have promises to keep, do we not?

Sorry, I feel I have become distracted again!

Have I told you… have I told you of those with the fear of drowning?

 

 

If you haven’t heard it yet, you can find the audio of this here!

 

This was written to be spoken so I’m sorry if it reads a little rough around the edges.

Thank you for reading!