She ducked into the dingy narrow passage between the buildings. Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Solanj smelled a trap. She was being followed and this was the perfect place for an ambush. Silently she waited, aware and ready to spring the trap.
Word count 50
Fifty Word Thursday brought to us this week by Tales from the Mind of Kristian ‘Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening.’
Fandango tagged me for this story challenge where we are supposed to:
write something in response to the photo you are given (above)
pick a picture of your own (see the end of the post), and
tag three other bloggers to do the same.
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”→
There was something about Paris in the spring. The heady floral scent mixed with the sounds and smells of humans hurrying about their short, meaningless lives. Solanj sipped her coffee and watched the people walking by. The sky was blue and the air crisp.
He appeared from out of nowhere beside her table perching urgently on the seat next to her. In a breathy french accent he whispered “Cheri, I must paint you naked in the moonlight, you are my muse, my inspiration.”
He made a grab for her hand but Solanj’s reflexes were too well trained to permit such a casual touch. With lightning speed she clasped his wrist, fingers digging painfully into the tendons until she heard his gasp. “Run away little mouse,” she simply said “lest you come to harm.” Her voice held no whisper, no shout, no demand, just suggestion.
She released his hand and he quickly ran away. Solanj went back to her coffee.
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”→
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”→
Solanj looked up at the sunbeams breaking through the single cloud that cluttered an otherwise perfectly clear sky. “Thank goodness there’s no long range shot involved in this job,” she thought to herself. “Would have to make adjustments for the light refraction.”Continue reading “Sunbeams”→