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To become a fledgling…Writers quote Wednesday writing challenge.

“The phoenix must burn to emerge.” Janet Fitch

Masters body sat in the big black armchair frozen in time, but his thoughts were still razor sharp. He sat in his comatose state, waiting for the rebirth from his ancient self into a fledgling of a boy.

The pains that he had cruelly inflicted on others ripped through his veins with piercing intensity, that each drop of rebirth serum snarled at him, yelling in anger as it slowly trickled through veins that were on fire.

He was combusting from the heat that engulfed his being, but the voice of ‘She’ ignored his mindful pleas to be set free unchanged.

Her ethereal blue eyes held him calmly in place even as her thoughts loudly reverberated in his mind.

“You must be patient she said. For you can’t achieve that which you seek until you shed your ancient skin of cynicism and look with eyes reborn through the depths of your soul.”

The story above is in response to this week’s WQWWC’s prompt ‘rebirth.’ A word that I find interesting and personally inspiring.

It’s a word that tells me different things. It tells me that I have to let go of some old vision and allow my inner eye’s to be renewed with new sight.

It tells me that sometimes out of my own ashes, I can rise to find myself over and over again as long as I believe, for as long as I am breathing.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Creative Writing · Hope · Poetry/Poems

Terror Stricken… shall we forget?

In response to the seventh edition of the Creativity Carnival.  That this edition comes to you on the anniversary of September 11 attacks makes it special.

Terror stricken

Like yesterday, it dawned like the day before..

Unlike yesterday, we mourned like never before..

The frame of the building shook, groaned and trembled in anguish..

Its staggered implosion, tumbled heaps of concrete, glass and reinforced metal deafened the eyes..

The billow of dust and the ashes of the dead rose into the clouds for miles and miles apart..

They painted the skies, blinded the ears, clogged the nostrils and choked the heart…

The wails of the siren sounded forlorn..

Of mayhem and catastrophe unleashed like never before..

The silence of the fallen..

The virulence of the bereaved..

Limbs shattered, Tears frozen, Dreams crushed..

All buried in heaps..

We scoured in the rubble covered in smog and perspiration..

We waited, we uttered prayers in utmost desperation..

The land ran dark with red blood and gore..

Our hearts ripped out from our chests and crushed under tons of concrete and metal..

Terror stood in our eyes..

Anguish ran down our nose..

Our blood fired at such betrayal..

We are left clutching nothing but hope..

The pain of the Lost Ones never to be forgotten..

But out of the rubble and ashes of despair..

The Phoenix

Bravely we rise again!

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha