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

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Tell the story challenge – Summer’s Tribute

Thanks to Kristian for the tag. Kristian tagged me a few days ago as well but I wasn’t able to respond to that challenge right away due to time constraints. I’ve combined them here.  Double thanks for not giving up on me. 😉

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Summer’s Tribute

The ground wasn’t red any more. All the stains of violence were gone. The Summer Queen noticed that first. Then she saw the efforts humans had put into restoring the peace and beauty to the land, but the scars of magical violence lingered still. Not visible to the human eye, her fairy senses could still feel the monstrous betrayal of Winter’s Frost Giants. They had burned that fair land with magic blue frost and in it’s wake left dying trees to fall and crush the helpless. The humans thought it a tragic accident, a freak winter storm,  Summer’s Queen knew better. Continue reading “Tell the story challenge – Summer’s Tribute”

Friday Fictioneers – Fire Fairy

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Fire Fairy

Faelynn sat by the fire warming her hands. Flames flickered and played in a glorious dance. Soon she joined it, dancing with wild abandon around the fire. She held out her hand and a tiny spark lept to her palm and struggled to life growing until she tossed it back to join the other flames. Control, always she must be in control, lest the fire take her. She had always thought it odd how humans feared fire, she knew some were consumed by it, but she, ah she was made from it.

word count 92

For Friday Fictioneers

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Greening

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photo credit yinglan

The Greening

Ash stood tall in the park, watching the children kicking the ball. Her branches still bare from her winter sleep, she stood open to the gentle breeze that bore the slightest chill. She shivered in the coolness, shaking off bits of dead bark and leaves as she plunged her roots farther into the soil, seeking warmth and nourishment. Her neighbors had already begun their own greening, even those infernal Pines looks smuggly greener. Her own greening would come with wild abandon. In the heat of summer the children would seek shelter in her shade. For them she would wait.

Word count 99

For the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers 200th challenge (yeah!)

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Home Again a Tell the Story Challenge

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Photo credit: Rawkkim @ Unsplash

Fandango tagged me for this story challenge where we are supposed to:

  1. write something in response to the photo you are given (above)
  2. pick a picture of your own (see the end of the post), and
  3. tag three other bloggers to do the same.

Home Again

Xerena waved a hand and unbound the wards on her front door. Inserting the key in the mundane lock, she shouldered the door open. Dropping her knapsack on the floor, she looked around. The flat was tiny, old and cluttered, but it was home. Continue reading “Home Again a Tell the Story Challenge”

Friday Follies # 3 – Cooking Instructions

OK, so Fandango has a friend over at proscenium who started the Friday Follies who’s looking for “any kind of sign, flyer, ad, etc., that you may see posted or printed or whatever/wherever; that would, might or might not be, intentional or unintentionally, a mistake, or could be interpreted the wrong way, misspelled, be a double entendre, or just outright hilarious.”

Continue reading “Friday Follies # 3 – Cooking Instructions”