Lolita Civic
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Radio Silence
RADIO SILENCE “October 23rd is a day that will live forever in the annals of free men and nations. It was a day of courage, conscience and triumph. No other day since history began has shown more clearly the eternal unquench ability of man’s desire to be free, whatever the odds against success, whatever the sacrifice required” (Colley.R 2016)
By Lolita Civicabout a year ago in 01
DON
Emer's tears were ignored. The only person who could hear and witness her cries for help was the man who was responsible for them. Don's smooth tanned hand met Emer's pale face with a crack. Using duct tape to quieten the sounds that came from her cracked, dried, pink lips. Taking a step back, Don admired his work.
By Lolita Civic2 years ago in Filthy
Dagda's Harp
“Mo anam Cara, I do not see you as a whore. You are my wife. I just need you to beguile them with your beauty. While you distract them, I will take the cauldron and then we can deliver it to my father, then we can properly be married in the eyes of the Gods.”
By Lolita Civic2 years ago in Fiction
Elatha
ELATHA Did you ever just know when something was perfect, right, that it all fit. That was Dana. Dana may have been mortal, a being whose existence would be diminished in a blink. But she was special, I had never met a human who did not cringe at the sight of us, or coward at our voice. Not Dana, she treated me and my companions as if we were equals. Her presence astounded me and all I wanted was more. I gave her all my trust when I let her out of my sight to go relieve herself. Dana being by my side after wards made me question my life choices. You see, my reason for being here, with the stones in another world form mine was revenge. I found out that I had a grandfather, Dagda, My family’s enemy The Tuatha De Danna. Not just any Tuatha, no but their leader, their God. Knowing that I knew what I had to do. That was to make Ireland mine, my people were going to rule Ireland again. I was on a mission to find the other three treasures as I already stole my grandfather’s cauldron. Dana changed my revenge plan, I do not know, cannot explain it but it was then, after she came back to me that I realised that being a King in my world, having her as my Queen by my side was all that I needed. I did not need Ireland and I did not need my grandfather to acknowledge me, nor my inheritance. As soon as the sun rises, I will take my Queen to be and go home. I had Dana’s body curled up around me, her head laying on my chest. I could feel the life in her, it was calming, her soul was a soothing touch.
By Lolita Civic2 years ago in Fiction
Dagda's Cauldron
“You are the epitome of perfection, a Queen fit for a God.” I bowed my head, blushing. There was a couple of bards in the village, but none could hold a candle to Aengus. We were back home, it seemed that time stood still, the music, the food, my father was all in the same place as when I left.
By Lolita Civic2 years ago in Filthy
Dagda's Cauldron
I was surrounded by black feathers, instead of a monster I opted for an animal, a raven. The raven was my spirit animal, the raven had gifts of prophecy and protection. My golden hair shined like the sun, standing out against the backdrop of black. A young man, who was fair and tall, hair like the raging sun was walking towards my father and I. My father’s sadness turned to uneasiness, the change in the atmosphere made me want to run back home and hide in my bed, I was not good with confrontation, I was meek and found it easier to just do what was expected of me. My father made room for this young gentleman, a name that he went by was Cuidightheach, my father arranged with Cuidightheach father for us to be wed by the next full moon. All that I know about my groom to be was that he was tall, handsome with red hair, his father was a carpenter. I never spent any time with him but there was a week until the next full moon and I guess meeting at some point was inevitable.
By Lolita Civic2 years ago in Fiction
Dagda's Cauldron
I sighed, looking at his hand on my thigh. I guess I am going on a quest. I was standing next to a stone, no longer a raven but a red silk dress fell over my leine. Just like the bed sheets, the dress was smooth to touch, an electric jolt going through my fingertips. I had never worn anything so elegantly beautiful or this colour before. I noticed that there was an inscription where the stone laid. I touched it as if it meant the whole world, that it was of some great importance. There was an inscription written, my voice barely audible as I read the words that was written. ‘Ni fallat fatum, scoti quoteunque locatum invenient lapiderm tenenter ibidem.’ Lia fail. ‘If fate tells truth, where are the stone is found, a prince of scotic race shall there be crowned’. ‘The coronation stone.’
By Lolita Civic2 years ago in Fiction
Dagda's Cauldron
Dagda’s Cauldron It was a cold, blistery, miserable day. But unlike any other cold and miserable day, this day was different, this day was a Thursday. You are probably wondering why this Thursday was different to any other Thursday? December 30, 999 A.D, in Glenn’s mama. Ireland against the Norsemen. The victory went to Ireland thanks to a man who in two years’ time would become High King of Ireland, Brian Boru. This story takes place a year after Brian became King, the year 1003, Dublin.
By Lolita Civic2 years ago in Fiction
