Gathering flames move sluggishly, heavy with heat. Larger, brighter, it expands in the hands of its creator, flaring under a coaxing breath. Guttural words, grunted into its flickering tips. Glimmering symbols imprinted within its dancing heart. Then it begins to grow. Outwards, hundreds of arms, hungry, reaching, pulling it upwards. Grumbles like the scraping of glass.
With a gentle push, it begins to fall. All the while it continues to expand, hungrier with every star it passes.
It approaches, and it knows that finally it can feed. Finally it can satisfy the hunger that ravages its very core.
Then a song, beautiful as the caress of raindrops. And pain. It screams. It writhes, striking wherever it can. So close. It is so close. Colours, lush with life that it longs to devour, are almost within reach.
But in its way, this small creature. Gold and red, eyes brilliant in their furious eternity. Talons, black as the sun’s shadows, and a beak, hooked, to reign the wandering flames. Wingbeats like storms drive them upwards.
It flees the discordant harmony, the pain and fury, until it reaches the safe embrace of its brethren. One day, they murmur, their gazes set upon seas of blue and green.
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Based on the myth of the Phoenix.
Beautiful use of similes and metaphors. You truly have a way with words 🙂
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Thank you so much!! 😀
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Just excellent, Christine. If this was the beginning of a book, I would be hoping that it was the first in a trilogy so that I could savor the story over a longer period of time. Peace. ~ Michael
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Thank you! I’ve always found story beginnings difficult to write. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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You have an amazing ability with description.
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Thank you so much! I focus on it a lot when I write =].
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Your brilliant!
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Aw, thanks! 😀
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Great story! It just ended too soon, leaving me to wonder: what comes next?
Big sigh….
Guess I’ll never know.
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Thanks! Heh according to the myth, this is what happens every day. An ongoing battle that has no conclusion.
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Interesting…will have to look it up.
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It’s pretty interesting to read! There are a few different versions. I can’t remember which one I based this one off of.
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I will definitely Google it. All I remember is that the Phoenix was a legendary bird that lives for–I think–500 years, burns itself alive, and rises from its ashes to live another 500 years. An entire book could be built around it.
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It made me feel the crescendo in the waves of flame that were your words. That was tasty script!
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Thanks! 😀 I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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A wonderful rendering of the myth.
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Thank you!
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The Phoenix is, in my mind, one of the most poignantly accurate metaphors for the human experience; so hopeful, galvanizing, strong.
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Absolutely!
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I love this – it goes beyond the visual into a kind of sensory overload – brilliant! Now following. TDx
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Thank you so much! 😀 I’m so glad you enjoyed it. And thank you for the follow!
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Lovely and well written;) I love the Phoenix
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Thank you!
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Amazingly written, 😉
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Thank you!
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