Bonkers and Honkers – a Crimson Creative Challenge

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Bonkers and Honkers

Jessie sat near the pond watching the ducks and geese gliding idly through the still water. She had just settled herself when she noticed Sam and Riley, the school bullies, approaching with menacing intent.

“There she is little miss witchy pants,” taunted Sam while Riley nodded his head.

“Yeah …. hehehe witchy pants,” Riley was not too bright.

Jessie rose to leave when Riley caught her by the hair. Jessie cried out in pain and anger as she turned back to her tormentors. She saw a substantial hank of her red hair hanging from Riley’s hand.

Jessie felt her cheeks begin to burn, her chest tightened and her throat closed in absolute fury. “You stupid, stupid goose,” she shouted “that HURT!”

“Anseris aequabis” Jessie shouted with a flick of her wand. Suddenly there were two white geese honking excitedly at her. Jessie smiled and hurried away.

word count 146

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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Light of the Pyres – a Prosery Tale

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A piece of Prosery for Kim at dVerse Poets. Kim asks us “to write a very short piece of prose that tells a story, with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of your choice.

As it’s flash fiction, we have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story, within the 144-word limit.” Continue reading “Light of the Pyres – a Prosery Tale”

Time to Run – a Wordle Story

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The signal came over the radio channel, it’s meaning clear to those who knew. Their resources had been stretched to the limit but the make-shift trauma unit been their home base for several months. A simple burst of static had changed all that. Persephone and the other dragons had dug through the fine rock of the cave opening to reveal the large inner cave. Continue reading “Time to Run – a Wordle Story”

Anchors Away a Crimson Creative Challenge

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She moved on silent engines. The Magistrate had fled to this isolated spot evading the local authorities who hadn’t the resources to bring him to justice. But Solanj did. The islanders were understandably vindictive. He hurt their children. The lucky ones had died, some lived, damaged beyond redemption. Solanj thought of the screaming girl. Kept heavily sedated, she still screamed, every day, all day, until she fell into a drug induced comatose state. Yes, thought Solanj, the Magistrate must pay, not just die, but pay. She lashed the wheel into place to maintain her course and began sharpening her knives.

word count 100

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Eyes That See – a Twittering Tale

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“Your aunt left you everything, including this,” he held a plastic bag, “said you’d know.”

Di gingerly accepted the bag containing her aunt’s eyes and dropped it into her purse. Di cast the spell to show her the last image from the eyes, her aunt’s killer. She screamed only once.

character count 279

for Kat’s Twittering Tuesday

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Wine and Gossip – a Twittering Tale

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Gossip flowed more freely than wine amongst the friends.

“So what’s up with Ted and Sue?”

“She left him”

“Oh too bad.”

“That’s not all, he claims she cursed him, he can’t perform at all now.”

As tittering laughter filled the air, Sue walked in. “Never mess with a witch,” she smiled.

character count 278

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Train to Everywhere – a Stream of Consciousness Tale

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For Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “chew/choo.” Use one or both, any way you’d like. Have fun!

“Chugachuga choo choo,” little Tommy shuffled up and down the aisle of the passenger car, playing train. His mother watched helplessly from her seat, with her infant daughter. The few other passengers were kindly tolerant of the boy’s antics. When he finally returned to his seat, his mother patiently dusted off his short pants and buckle strap boots. Adjusting her own ruffled cuffs, she reached into the basket she carried and produced a snack for her son. Continue reading “Train to Everywhere – a Stream of Consciousness Tale”