To dance upon waves is a wondrous thing,
When fire meets water to entice the Sea King.
They'll dance the night away until daybreak does spy,
And washes of color fades away with the tide.
The Lock KeeperTHE LOCK KEEPER
© 2010 Bonnie Watson
Eamon Lorccan felt, rather than saw, the presence of the key approach the Temple doors. Behind him, a small chest perched in the center of an altar. A constant glow of pulsating crimson haze encircling the chest beat with each anticipated moment of Eamon's heart. From around his neck, the silver medallion symbolizing his family's heritage did nothing to console the young man's doubts. Had he made the right decision?
It was the slam of entrance doors flung wide that readied his first spell. Faces mattered little, for his full attention was drawn to the key held in front of the one who entered. Rage boiled through the young man's veins. His own hand lifted, and a string of flames sprang from his outstretched fingers. The Temple's wooden pews disintegrated. Even after the flames extinguished, parts of the floor and stone walls continued to glow red hot.
Eamon stood breathless, hand still outstretched. Dark swirls of smoke lingered in the air. A si
Going CrazyI'm going crazy here.
I'm going crazy there.
I'm going crazy standing.
Or siting in a chair.
My screen is all a blur.
My hair is standing on end.
I've ceased to read my work.
I'm in a state of zen.
My boss is out of town.
I'm slacking at my desk.
It's almost time to go,
And give my eyes a rest.
I've had enough of this.
I'm going to count to ten.
Oh look it's time to get!
Yay! It's the weekend!
Partner in CrimeAZRIANDRATHORN
Partner in Crime
Copyright © 2010 Bonnie Watson
Up before first crow; rode out to meet the sun cresting the tops of Mount Glory. I tilted my wide-brimmed hat to block out most of the rays, then turned my horse to face town. The grass tip I'd stuck between my teeth early on was beginning to taste bitter. I slid it over. Wasn't tobacco, but it would do - now that I was on patrol.
I could feel the heat building into the morning, and I cracked a grin only a passing Horned lizard could see. A few moments more and my Duster would activate. Not the most complicated defense, but useful when scouring the desert in pursuit of possible outlaws. Supposing I was thankful to have been given the chance to redeem myself. All those years of criminal acts the Guild must have known. They wouldn't have accepted me, let alone granted such a fine coat to display my Weapon Caster skills. Mighty thankful, if not a bit haughty.
Tilley must h
BOOK ONE OF BLUE MOON RISING TRILOGY
Copyright © 2010 Bonnie Watson
The clank of chain echoed within the confines of her dungeon prison. She worked the shackles, with no luck at loosening them beyond the downy feathering covering her cloven hoofs. White hair bristled along her neck in anticipation of someone approaching. A toss of the head loosened several strands of long mane around a single ivory horn perched upon the forehead. She waited. A unicorn must always be patient.
She flared her nostrils at the smell of wood burning beneath a nearby cauldron. The warm glow from the fire illuminated a few bare tables. She could even make out a corner shelf displaying a number of multicolored bottles and vials. One such had overturned. A constant drip suggested a liquid had been inside.
It was not long before the scent of human mingled with burnt logs, and she craned her neck to peer over her shoulder at a winding stairca
Time Keeper - Chapter 1Thunder shook the many shelves surrounding the workshop table, many of which were cluttered with woodworking tools and newspaper clippings. A preserved bird skeleton jittered on a high shelf and threatened to collapse. Flasks and bottles clinked together.
Tucked into the nest of his collectables, a man sat hunched over the small wooden table. The commotion was but a fragment of disgrace to his tedious work. A turn of a screwdriver; a tap of hammer; he laid out his tools and paused just a moment to adjust his spectacles beneath hushpuppy eyebrows, then turned his creation over to test its clockwork interior. A tap of his finger started the pendulum's swing. Gears caught and held, turning each other to rotate black hands upon a porcelain face. That was when he started counting, or at least heard the numbers calculating in the back of his mind; counting down from thirty seconds.
In the realm of the unconscious, time meant very little. Thus was the state of mind every sinking moment until
The Swamp - SnippetTHE SWAMP
Wisdom glanced down, bushy white eyebrows leveling over a dull reflection of his surroundings in those once cheerful eyes. In the knee-deep muck of Mirkwood Swamp, it was not hard to guess his present mood, nor the warning of failing magic as he lifted his gaze to his other two companions.
"You might have warned me a little sooner before wading out in a swamp. And might I add, a cursed swamp!"
Ashpin studied the prince's expression. There was not much that worried the Healer. Nature supplied all the energy needed for shifting and other abilities. Yet even with all that, there was a hint of uncertainly in those pale features.
Their guide, however, merely shrugged.
"I've traveled through here countless times. Mirkwood Swamp has its fair share of rumors, just as Ettotu's Glade or Dragon Ridge." He gestured to the prince. "I wouldn't worry much. 'Specially not you, being One with the land, so I've heard."
Wisdom shook his head as the thre
SOUL-SHIFTER - Chapter 2SOUL-SHIFTER
© 2009 BONNIE WATSON
I didnt need to look to see whose quick steps entered the control room. The click of scanner confirmed no weapons before buzzing her through the double sliding doors. Even before she was granted access I knew she was angry. The rest of the guys just stared at their monitors while I had a mind to get ready for yet another tantrum.
Again? That was probably the wrong greeting, but by this time I was prepared to retaliate with some new information brought in by one of our hackers.
A picture of a young girls death scene was tossed upon the stainless steel counter. The stark white backing reflected over the surface that drew a few questioning stares.
She was only fifteen, came a sharp reply. Can you believe that bastard had the audacity to call after it happened and explained why he infected her?
I shook my head.
Come on, Marisa. Youre the specialist on the sub
SOUL-SHIFTER - Chapter 1SOUL-SHIFTER
©2009 Bonnie Watson
The memory was as clear to me now as though it had just happened. Smoke wafted under the basement door while my mother continued to fix dinner. It wasnt the first time, so she was used to it or so her thoughts told me.
Being only a year old at that time, everything fascinated me, to the plain white tablecloth on the kitchen table to the smoke wafting under the door. On wobbly legs I ventured close and pressed my hands against its wooden frame. Thats when my mother grabbed me.
Allen! she scolded in a warm tone just before the door opened.
What? My father halted on the other side, then cautiously peered around with a flask of liquid in one hand.
My mother just shook her head and returned to the stove with me tucked under one arm. She stirred the stew beginning to bubble.
You should be more careful, She pointed at him with her spoon. Hes learning to wa
SOUL-SHIFTER - PrologueSOUL-SHIFTER
©2009 Bonnie Watson
Six stories up and the only thing between me and escape was a gap in between rooftops. Six minutes ago I thought I had lost her. Six hours ago I had been at a coffee shop wondering whether to tell my parents the truth. Being pregnant would have been a better story and possibly had a happier ending. Quite the opposite now as I scanned along the narrow ledge for an escape ladder, steps, anything! There should have been a streetlamp below. Now the alley was as dark as the night sky.
The rattling of metal staircase alerted me to another person approaching. I knew who it was. We had met for coffee earlier. An attractive woman, her blond hair was like mine, short and wavy. I had felt drawn to her then. Her words were compelling and understanding in that motherly way. But it was all those probing questions that got me thinking. It was as if something was telling me to get away, some nagging pull that led me here. But why?
TitanicThere are two things I
Will never forget from that night:
The horrible screams of people
Running from their plight and
The tears running freely
Down my face.
They told us nothing was wrong,
Although their eyes were wide with fear.
Listen to me! my father said,
Everything will be alright, Dear.
But the tears were running freely
Down my face.
The ships unsinkable!
This must be some mistake!
My mothers face was grim
And her hands began to shake.
And the tears ran freely
Down her face.
I stepped into the lifeboat
Not wanting to believe.
I cried out to my father.
He wasnt allowed to leave.
The tears ran freely
Down my face.
I was shaking.
My skin was deathly pale.
The cold drove right through me,
Like a driven nail.
The tears ran freely
Down my face.
From the little life boat, my mother and I,
Watched the Titanic sink down
And thought of my father, back on the ship,
Struggling not to drown.
And the tears fell freely
Down our faces.
Affliction of GravityWe were spinning in a violent orbit,
fragments against a time continuum,
with the shock signals of past events
coursing through our brain waves
and hovering away into unwanted space.
Your spiral fingers clutched twenty-two street lights,
coalescing them into supernovae
to gather their unseen veils of jade.
Our feet, skittering across the worn concrete,
were blazing a new trail of the universe.
The pale glass panels of the skyscrapers
showered down small meteorites,
illumination for our blind and careless eyes.
We'd point to buildings that grazed each star
off sideways perches made from skeleton clouds;
then I'd trill my laugh off sidewalk chalk.
I wanted our love to be like a hurricane on Neptune,
fiercer than Earths fizzing clouds
but dim enough so Galileo only pauses for us.
You wanted our love to be a shooting constellation,
furious and wild at the surface, brightly ablaze
until the gases stopped billowing, the spark diminishing.
There would be no trace of us left on the map.
I lost my heart,
a thief who
in the dark
with sweet lies
until I found my
I picked it
up and put
it in my pocket,
took it home,
gently in warm
No More Tears
put it back
It hurt at first,
but the pain
and I smiled
in the afternoon
Then you came.
And my poor
is lost again.
But this time,
My Life In a Nutshell
My Life In a Nutshell
I (That's just another word for me.)
I tried to reason with myself today.
I didn't give you a fair chance to run before you fell in love with me.
By the way, why did you fall in love with me?
Or did you trip over the last heart you broke and land in my arms?
I saw the truth today.
It wasn't pretty.
Yesterday I had a dream.
You lost me.
I found me.
The world use to look so dim.
Oh wait, there's the light switch.
Damn, the light just burned out!
The future looks so bright.
No wait, that's just car headlights.
I think I died and went to...
Not you again.
Weren't you here last year?
I just started a new lease on life.
My credit score is above average.
Oops! I just read it backwards.
My mom use to say: Be whatever you want.
Mom I want to be adopted, just kidding.
My mom said: I want to be taken serious, just not too serious.
I wish I knew.
That's it, I just wish I knew.
Well that and many other things.
Nuclear WinterThere were only a few signs at first:
Rumors on the streets,
sidelong glances and knowing looks,
specific questions and awkward conversations.
Then it became more obvious:
those close to me getting ready,
news from (un)verified sources.
The explosion came long after:
It shook the ground as ire spewed from our mouths,
sending people nearby running for cover.
Smoke billowed out from our ears and noses.
Words, like flaming comets raining to the ground,
littered down and burned both of us.
We hissed and seethed like bubbling water, burning anyone
that was unfortunate enough to be close to us.
The radioactivity alone was the silent killer,
the air too toxic to breathe in.
We were immune to the poison, since we were the source,
so we drank it in as it killed our lungs.
The fallout was shocking; nothing was spared.
Everything that remained was reduced to rubble and ashes.
We sat in silence for a while as we took this in.
There was no hope for an "us" anymore.
What came n
RemnantWashed up a remnant,
a relic of abandoned epochs,
she inhales her first breath in an aeon.
Air thick with soot,
pungent with poison,
sinuous hands fly to her throat
as she sputters a curse
in a language long forgotten.
Beneath the slick surface of her murky realm
lost, she wandered on,
searched through centuries for a land
half-remembered in dreams.
Time and toxins took their toll
and when she arose from the depths
her scales shone bright with mercury,
glinting silver in the moonlight.
With trembling fingers
she combs starlight from her tresses,
brushes moonbeams from her curves,
counting lesions to her body,
carved by knowledge, knives
or nothing. She no longer knows.
She shivers in the shadow of
their quivering reflections rippling
across the magic mirror
from which she surfaced.
In the dark their glass eyes gleam,
a thousand starry-eyed monstrosities,
rake their gaze across her form.
She clings to the shoreline,
jagged rocks and filthy sand.
On The Death Of A CatI pull a cookbook from its shelf, right next to
the ceramic bowls, flip through the batter-stained pages.
His orange and white hairs still cling to my sweatshirt,
a touch of blood smeared across the collar.
At last, I find the recipe I was searching for.
Peanut butter cookies. My finger traces down
the list of ingredients: two and one fourth cups
all-purpose flour, one teaspoon baking soda, two eggs.
A rustle comes from the next room over,
and I pauseglancing up, past the breakfast bar.
My sister is lying on the den couch, her face to the backrest.
A blanket is slung across her middle; knees tucked
close to her chest. Socked feet poke just beyond the fringe
of crimson fabric, toes curled and ankles crossed.
To each their own way of grieving.
I look down at the page in front of me again;
force the tension to bleed out of my shoulders.
I strip off my dirtied sweatshirt,
stop ruining autumn.listen:
fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider.
but i liked the idea of it.
two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme.
and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end."
on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape.
lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged hole.
he put a lit candle inside, and we watched it flicker, illuminating the raw edges.
"what is it supposed to be?" i asked him, taking his hand.
"my heart," he said definitively.
like an afterthought.
after that i was too afraid to carve my pumpkin at all.
the leaves changed, or maybe he changed, or maybe i was b
tigers in cagesthere's a leopard under my stomach
and a boy above my back, feral creatures
marking my peripheries.
everything is made of hands slipping,
curling, gripping my thighs, of
cold glass on my forehead,
of two sets of bent knees and too much
confined heat and...
there's a blue gleam from the front seat
that reveals sweat on my spine and dark
curls sticking to my shoulders.
the moon comes and this space is crowded,
secret, shrouded by not-quite-midnight,
by four locked doors,
by one wild cat licking at my stomach,
and one who kisses my neck.