For the March Speculative Fiction Prompt 

March speculative fiction


Noemei opened her eyes to her squalid surroundings. The stench of sweat and excrement mixed with something worse, the smell of fear. The air was ripe with it. Slavers! Her Island village had been raided. She’d been thrown in the hold of a ship with the other children and what adults were left after the massacre. She brusquely wiped a tear away. This would not do, her mother had told her to get away and get away she would. Continue reading “Noemei”

Return of the Dragon

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Bethra bundled her herbs into her backpack. The blood wolf moon was in just a few hours and she still had to cleanse herself before the ritual could be completed. A witch who performed the Return to Me spell without a cleansed mind and body, risked dark consequences.

Sam waited on the back of her scooter, ghostly yellow eyes staring into the distance.

“Any trouble?” Bethra asked the huge black cat.

Sam held up a paw still clutching a piece of bloody cloth.

Bethra smiled, “Good Boy! Let’s go see if we can recall a dragon, shall we.”


Word count 98

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Day After

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For Dylan’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie challenge: First Line Friday and the first line is:

This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon.

The Two Day War

This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. The war began on the 13th. By the 15th it was long over leaving survivors struggling through the aftermath. They were calling it the “Two Day War.” Continue reading “The Day After”

Dead Mountain Market

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The town looked dead as Shira and Ranz drove through. The street was covered in melting snow, the traffic signal was stuck on yellow. It looked like the town had just died, no cars, no people.

“What happened here?” Ranz whispered to Shira and continued driving.

They passed the market, the windows were boarded up. Ranz stopped the car in front of the entry door and peered inside.

Suddenly a hand, gray and diseased, slammed a note forcefully against the window. Ranz jerked back. There, written in a shaky hand and some sort of dark ink, was one word. “RUN!”

word count 100

For Friday Fictioneers, photo credit Jean L. Hays

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Just Another Night

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Just Another Night

“Passion isn’t love, there are no knights in shining armor, and no happily ever afters,” she whispered to the mirror. A single tear slid down her cheek as she clasped the diamond necklace. She wiped it away, put a smile on her face and walked out to the waiting Mercedes.

character count 273

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Nobody’s Fool

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For 50 Word Thursday brought to us this week by The Haunted Wordsmith stop over and take a look at some great flash fiction pieces and while you’re there, give Theresa’s stories a read. I promise you will not be disappointed. 😉

This week’s words to go with the photo prompt: Fooling, fooling, too much fooling.” (Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Longstocking)

Nobody’s Fool

Dressed like a clown, no one paid much notice as she wandered about the fair. She spotted the Ring Master, a pudgy man with taste for young girls, standing near the horses. Solanj skipped lightly to his side, singing to the crowd “fooling, fooling, too much fooling” as she bumped him comically. Continue reading “Nobody’s Fool”


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People stood on the street outside the offices of Paranormal Investigations arguing over directions. Heedless of the sullen thrumming coming from the building’s interior, they chattered on. They didn’t even hear the shrieks as the ground split swallowing the entire city block.

character count 280

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Wind in his Face

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The Wind in his Face

“Walk, boy? Wanna go walk?” the human gushed.

Frank the Pug growled “Why in the seven suns of Satornia would I have wings if I wanted to walk!” What his human heard was “bark, bark, grrrrrr, BARK!”

Frank looked around for some means of escape, to feel the wind in his face. Ah, the window was open just a crack. With a leaping twist, he freed himself of the human and bounded for the window, wings flaring behind him. “FREEDOM!” He cried. His head went through, but his wings stuck firmly behind the window frame. “Crap and kibbles” growled Frank.

Word count 100

For Friday Fictioneers, do pop over and give a read to some great flash fiction.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom

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A bit of Flash Fiction for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles do check out these great picture prompts!

Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom

The battle was over, vast and bloody it had been. The Gremlekins were part of the clean up patrol. They wandered through the horrible remains of the battlefield with the wives and mothers seeking lost sons and husbands. Small, gentle creatures, they could always be counted on to give the unclaimed dead what comfort could be found in a simple cleansing and burial. Continue reading “Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom”