A little idea

    Chapter one

    The night it had happened had gone so perfectly that for once, for maybe the first time in her life, Ivy believed that nothing at all could go wrong however she couldn’t have been farther from the truth; she actually believed that she had, in being so naive to think this, jinxed herself and the man she loved. The whole day had been just right, they had woken late and after having raided the small country kitchen of the cottage that they had rented for the summer, they returned to bed to eat bacon and scrambled eggs with toast lavished in butter. They kissed lazily laid amongst the sunbeams with no rush about them to move and begin their day and as the sun reached its height in the sky, Ivy sang at the top of her ever so slightly off tone voice while her husband, Nick, made haphazard sandwiches for the impromptu picnic they had decided to take,

“P.” he called from the Kitchen, P had become her nickname after realising that every nickname he developed for her seemed to begin with the sixteenth letter,

“Yeah” she called back blowing bubbles into the air and batting them as they floated back to the water,

“We’ve only got ham and cheese sandwiches, not much of a picnic i’m afraid” he returned, now poing his head round the open bathroom door, a smile broke out across his face at the sight of his wife with her hair piled atop her head and smothered in bubbles, she grinned back,

“We’ll stop at that little shop on our way, now gimme a kiss” she winked blowing bubbles his way. He moved closer and leaned over the bath, kissing her with slightly parted lips, the way she knew she liked it. He knew exactly what his wife's game was as she pulled him in closer and it wasn’t to gain more intimacy, instead the child in her took over and she pulled him from his unsteady stance and into the bath tub with her.   

    She loved to watch him, watch him sleep, dress, play; he played guitar and she could watch him all day and all night long. This was no different; Ivy grinned as she watched her husband mop the escapee bubbles and water from the black and white tiled bathroom floor. She smiled at the way he he had to tidy right away, had to keep things in their places, her heart warmed at how careful he was as he did it, being sure to get into every nook, to mop up every stray bubble and droplet of water.

“Okay, ready” she asked her stomach growling in unison with his own, she knew him better than she knew herself and vice versa, and she knew that by that point in the day, after the morning's activities; that he would be twice as hungry as she was.

“I think clothes are a must before we go outside, don’t you” he teased as he brushed past her and pulled clothes from the still unpacked bag.

“Hmm I dont think so” Ivy teased back, watching him dress in a plaid shirt and grey t-shirt. She kissed his neck as he swept her up and carried her from the room,

“Okay, ready?” he mimicked letting her down

“Hmm” she answered simply as they left the cottage hand in hand.

    Ivy had no idea what was in store that day but what she knew right then and there was that her day, her life could not have been more perfect; what she should have realised was that there was only one way for it to go now.

365 days

We all get a limited number of days with every person we meet in our lives. Our only disadvantage? that we’ll never know how many days we have left. It could be one day, one week, one year even or not even a day at all. Some people are insignificant we barely notice their days passing by but others are so important to us that we wish we could have more, an infinite number of days with them and those are usually the people we run out of time with. Though there is one other disadvantage we have as human beings and that is that those people we want more time with, those we should cherish are the ones we overlook, that we take for granted; the ones we forget about. Whole hours pass, days when they do not cross our mind, not even a flicker of them pirouettes in the corner of our peripheral vision. We so easily get distracted by passing fancies, by iridescent dust particles dancing across the sunbeams of our days that we miss the important moments and then they are gone, just a distant memory outsourced from others minds because we were too busy, too caught up in life to make the memory ourselves. So what if you met the perfect person, the one and you missed every perfect moment you could have had with them, missed everyone of those moments for the 365 days before you lost her; before you realised that you couldn't live without her.

Something I found but I couldn't place so I thought I'd share it

     Every once in a while the world needs saving and I don’t mean the world needs saving from any form of natural disaster or nuclear attack, it does not need rescuing from the perils of global warming or other man made atrocities; it needs rescuing from the age old threat posed by the unknown, unseen supernatural that lies just low enough beneath the surface of sanity not to be noticed by those who have a firm grip on their mental stability. For the most nobody notices, nobody sees what is happening around them, the destruction caused by the ashes or the light cast by the burning embers that are usually tasked with rectifying what has been done, cleaning up after the ashes but there are a few with the sight, those who are suffering from a break in their mental clarity, those who look at the world in a different way; children, the deaf, the blind and often some who have come face to face with death himself and returned to the living world and then there are those with-in the bloodlines.

     Since man walked upon the earth with freewill, free though and free movement evil has also walked and so had good. In the beginning it was nothing, people were oblivious but they were neutral until evil began to breathe the darkness into their souls, turning them black and rotten and since this had been then there had always been a need for the bloodlines. As per usual the bloodlines are passed down to each generation however the children who carry the abilities and knowledge passed down through the centuries may never need make use of it; they are for lack of a better word sleeper cells. They only come-in ‘use’ if they are needed and very often this does not occur, as an example I might use a better known bloodline, Pandora. Most people will know the Greek myth of Pandora’s box and as per usual this had been cast as a myth, a story offering a moral and just like all the others that lurk just out of sight, it had become a simple story that to you has no truth but Pandora was a real person. She was given a box to guard, a box filled with all the sorrow in the world, all the hate and plagues, the anger and dread all of those things that make you feel blue or cause you to feel hate or cast judgement upon others they lived in the box. Imprisoned there for the sake of human beings however as you know Pandora’s curiosity got the better of her and she opened the box unleashing all of the pain and darkness it held inside. Even though she was never able to trap the evil back in the box Pandora did the job that had been passed down in her bloodline, she helped spread the only thing left in the bottom of the dark box, hope and with hope people were able to rise above the bad, they fought through the depression that had wrapped its fingers around them because the belief that things can get better, the hope for a brighter day is always stronger.

     It neither started nor does it end with Pandora, this began at the beginning of time, it began with the first human beings; Adam and Lilith. The is an age old misconception that Eve was Adams first wife, that he who created all is infallible, Lilith was born as Adams first wife and like many women of the world she was strong, she was independent and she was far from happy being told how to do things. She left him. This led Lilith into evil, though ultimately this began one of the most important bloodlines for though the evil over came her she was able to fight her way back to the light unfortunately, as with any ‘rags to riches’ story there was a down side for the light that broke into the darkness that had swallowed Lilith up touched the withered, venomous soul of another and it showed him the way, a way to rule to break the human world down and to take over and so the bloodline was created.

     It is now that he will strike and so it is now that she will awaken, she will begin to see the things that hide with-in the time between one second and another, the things that conceal them in the space between one breath and another. They will try to stop her and for centuries there have been no embers in the waking world to help guide those of bloodlines only ashes remain and they will do whatever they can to turn her.