A Thorny Problem

friday fictioneers 4.4.19

A Thorny Problem

Shara’s forest was concealed by a veil and booby trapped. Although most of the Pure Human Revolution League walked right by her little section of forest, somehow Eldbar and Regvat had stumbled right through the veil. She smiled as they became hopelessly entangled in thorny branches.

“Oye Eldbar, we’re so humped. I cannot move at all.”

“Shhhh, you dolt, we’d be a right tasty meal for some snagnasty stuck the way we are.”

Reluctantly, Shara drew the thorns back enough to allow the two to escape and sent her tiny fae friends to make sure they made no wrong turns.

Word count 100

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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A Lady’s Jewelry

50 word thrs 3.29.19

For 50 Word Thursday brought to us this week by talesfromthemindofkristian.  

Flash fiction in increments of 50 words, inspired by photo and words:
How could anyone be tired of London?” – Bizarre London by David Long

A Lady’s Jewelry

How could anyone grow tired of London? Tonight’s symphony was an epic event, attended by diplomats and royalty. The mission was simple, kill Governor Tuck … quietly. Continue reading “A Lady’s Jewelry”

The Tapestry of Life

Friday fictioneers 3.29.19

The Tapestry of Life

Arachne stood at the end of the line watching as the tapestry flowed out. She followed the threads back to their spindles, lightly fingering them as she went. Arachne was bound not to interfere with the course the Fates had established for each life thread. But, a little tweak here or there couldn’t hurt.

The bright pink thread that was the Princess was woven so stunningly through the tapestry of life, extinguished too soon, to be replaced by the dull tan of her eldest son. Arachne smiled as she watched the thread turning to a pale lavender, another princess.

word count 99

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Wheel of Tomorrow… Friday Fiction

Friday fictioneers 3.21.19

How long? How long had she been doing this? Sarah looked down from her lofty perch atop the Ferris Wheel. As the neon glare all but blocked out the stars, Sarah reminisced about a time when it was not so. So long ago when this had been flat farm land. Before the touch of modern buildings and streets it had been beautiful.

Sarah sighed, how she missed the trappings of ages long gone. Her short Katana blade, concealed by a long leather duster, was all that remained of her old life. Sometimes being an immortal just sucked.

Word count 97

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Grindylow Below

50 word thrs 3.21.19

For 50 Word Thursday – hosted this week by Teresa at thehauntedwordsmith

Rules:
**Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
**Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
**Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
**HAVE FUN!

Grindylow Below

“You’d better hurry, they’re about to start.” Jane beckoned Charlize toward the spot at the end of the track. “They’re just about to hit the water run.” Continue reading “Grindylow Below”

Better Days

Friday fictioneers 3.15.19

Better Days

It still stood on the sidewalk, a melancholy reminder of better days. The days when Grampy taught her to play, the days before. Before the Bluebird Pandemic had swept across the world, leaving millions of blue-faced corpses in it’s wake. The doctors had died in the first wave. The plague wiped out most of the world population, lack of sanitation took still more. Then came the looters. They stripped everything including the ebony and ivory keys from her beloved piano. Ayrelan had made a small memorial garden on the top of the derelict instrument, a tribute to better days.

Word count 99

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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

A Very Odd Mark

50 word thrs 3.13.19

A Very Odd Mark

The rigid formality of the place suffocated her. It was too much like the stark formal walls of the asylum. An exceedingly odd place to find a mark but Solanj didn’t question. She waited behind one of the massive stone columns unwinding her bracelet. Continue reading “A Very Odd Mark”