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The Sparrow and the Raven

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May Writing Challenge: Take life lesson that you’ve learned in your Adult Life and turn it into a Grim Style Fairly Tale.

By Jeff Folschinsky

The sparrow watched the raven flying high above her nest. His slender and strong body excited her as she awaited for his return. At long last she would have what she wanted. She had paid the price willingly, and now it was time to have what was due to her.

She prepared herself in the same manner in which caught the raven’s eye many months before, and waited. Waited for the object of her affection to appear, and appear he did. Entering her nest in the same magnificent fashion he always did. Wings spread wide, his body practically blocking out the sun as he approached, his shadowy figure slowly fluttering down towards her.

She had prepared a meal for him. The same meal demanded of her before. The meal that was supposed to insure her position in his life. The meal that she couldn’t bear to partake in herself. Because although her passion for this raven was almost at a fever pitch, sacrificing her own eggs to him haunted her.

The one sacred duty of any female sparrow was to protect her nest, and she had forsaken that duty. Forsaken it for a passionate fantasy that had overtaken her, but she couldn’t help herself. All her life she had looked to the sky and marveled at the beautiful ravens as they flew overhead. She knew of their danger, seeing her own mother fearlessly chasing them away from her own nest.

Thank heavens her mother wasn’t alive to see what had become of her daughter. Shunned and treated as a pariah by the other sparrows. The horror of what she had done known to all. They said that she was mad and had lost all reason. She didn’t care though; reason had no place in the realm of passion, and she had proven her passion for the raven, and now it was time for the fantasy to become reality. It was time for the raven to prove himself to her.

The raven smiled seeing the meal that she had prepared for him, and wasted no time in satisfying himself. Satisfying himself with the meal and the sparrow, who was so willing to give herself to him.

Afterwards, the raven smiled as he looked at the sparrow laying next to him. He marveled at the power he possessed over this creature. Who he made no commitment, or declaration of love to, and yet she would do anything for him. Debase herself in the worst possible way and he had to do nothing, and he did. He came to her when he wanted and left when she no longer amused him.

“Did you enjoy the meal?” The sparrow asked, as she attempted to cuddle up closer to the raven.

“Of course I did,” the raven replied, as he pushed the sparrow away from him. “I’m surprised you could produce more eggs so quickly though.”

“Oh, I didn’t,” the sparrow replied as she again attempted to cuddle up with the raven.

Reluctantly the raven gave into the sparrow’s need for contact and asked, “then whose eggs were they?”

Hearing this the sparrow just laughed as she snuggled closer into the ravens breast. “Why, they’re yours of course. I pecked the eyes out of that pretender to your affection that bore them, and then brought your eggs here, one at a time so you could enjoy them. A difficult task I have to admit, but worth it. For now we’re both equals, and there’s now nothing keeping us apart.”

The raven then felt a sharp piercing pain in his chest. Looking down he discovered a sharpened stick sticking into it, held by the sparrow who he thought he held complete dominion over. The sparrow, who then crawled on top of him, looked down in a caring fashion, and said, “now we’ll be together, in this world and the next.” And she threw herself on the other side of the stick she had sharpened, finally getting what she wanted most in the world:  For them to be together, forever, in each others loving embrace.

THE END

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Jeff Folschinsky’s plays have been seen at various theaters across North America. He is also creator and staff writer for Perilous and The Trials and Tribulations of Vicky Vixen, a serial late night soap opera spoof at the Eclectic Company Theater in North Hollywood, California. Jeff’s plays The Unsinkable Bismarck, A Pill By Any Other Name Is The Wrong Dosage, Rendezvous and Revelations and Kisses From Abroad are published by One Act Play Depot. His full length play Turkey Day that had it’s world premiere at The Eclectic Company Theatre, is published by both Norman Maine Play Publishing and Big Dog Play Publishing. His play he co-wrote with Tyler Tanner The Singing Bone is published by JAC Publishing. Jeff has written and produced the popular podcasts Virgin Falls, Pasiones Obsesionantes, The B-Movie Bastards and Cult Movie Cuisine. Jeff has also written a movie with Tyler Tanner and Stephanie Wiand called Revenge of the Bimbot Zombie Killers which was directed by Joe Camareno and is due to be released later this year.

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One comment on “The Sparrow and the Raven

  1. jfolschinsky
    May 19, 2015

    Reblogged this on Jeff Folslchinsky and commented:
    My buddy’s Mark Bate, Tyler Tanner and Myself wrote Grimm Style fairy tales for the latest edition for Eclectic Voices Literary Journal. Enjoy!

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