Grudgingly, Star gave ground. One tiny footstep at a time, she backed out of the range of the aether pistols, her weakened shields glowing dull orange under the barrage. She chanced a fast look to her rear to find Noemei doing the same, wielding her mundane shield with a grace and elegance Star could only envy. When this gaisi battle was over, Star promised herself she would get Noemei to train her with a shield. Continue reading “Grudgingly – a Stream of Consciousness Saturday tale”
The Dead Lands
The stacks still spewed their poison into the air, the barrels of deadly poisons lay unbroken on the ground. A beleaguered Lady Earth had ripped away her own skin to be rid of the invading humans, leaving naught but scorched rock. The Dead Lands they were called. Continue reading “The Dead Lands”
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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 27th is brought to you by Enthralling Journey! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Enthralling Journey’s word for our prompt today is “cathartic.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!
Star began to weep, fat wet tears of silent loss and mourning plopped onto the dry earth where Meldi now rested. She wept, and wept, and the dark clouds gathered. Not clouds of storms or thunder, but wild wet clouds that blanket the world in gentle rain. Star wept, sitting besides the tiny grave as the sky wept with her until her tears were gone. The cathartic release completed, Star left her grief behind and gathered her weapons. Another battle loomed ahead, the Water Guardian still needed them. Continue reading “Just Jot it January # 27 – Cathartic”
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ad/add/AD (Anno Domini).” Use one, use ’em all–bonus points if you fit them all into your post. Have fun! Thanks to Lindaghill.com for today’s interesting prompt. Here we go, please excuse the tendency to ramble, it is Stream of Consciousness after all. 😉
It was in the year the ancients called 2469 AD that the Great Mother Earth grew angry. Ravaged by pollution, overpopulation and war, she shook herself much as a wet dog might shake the water from it’s coat and in a series of horrendous natural disasters that swept the planet, she rid herself of most of mankind. Continue reading “SoCS – ad/add/AD”
Today’s Just Jot it January prompt is brought to us by Di: Companionship. Do pop over and give her a read, you won’t regret it! While you’re out there is cyberspace, check out the January Jot challenge at lindaghill.com and come join in the fun.
Not Just Companions
Star sat alone on the stump of a tree in the old forest. How had she come to this? “I’m no leader,” she muttered to the surrounding trees “I’m a bloody barrista! Has to be a mistake. I’m not a soldier. How on earth am I supposed to get this company across the entire landmass to rescue the Water Guardian who has like a bjillion times more power than we all have together?” Star kicked an unoffensive branch as she paced worrying at every detail of their plan. It was insane, they were all going to be killed, she was sure of that. She continued her restless pacing and kicking. Continue reading “Not Just Companions”
The waters were still in the pond where Faelinn crouched. She scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face. Watching the ripples as they radiated out, only to vanish in the depths. As the water stilled once again, Faelinn stared at her reflection. The black hair streaked with sullen red lay lank and lifeless against her shoulders. Her face was dirty and she felt the grit and grime of the last days heavy upon her fair skin. The water looked cold and blissfully clean. Continue reading “Fire Fairy”
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Thanks to Teresa for today’s prompt: Undiscovered
Gwren was flustered. No, it was more like, frustrated, no more like angry, no pissed off, that what he was royally pissed off! He pulled his sword and proceeded to exact his revenge for the unappealing emotion on an unoffending oak tree. He struck and dodged and danced in a training routine, magic flowing into the blade as he struck again and again. It was good to be training, it took all his attention. No distractions. He whirled the blade overhead and brought it down in a solid blow that completely severed a branch the size of an ogre’s arm. Continue reading “Just Jot it January 13”