A Thorny Problem

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

For Friday Fictioneers

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Forest Veil

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
Your creative offering is indeed yours
Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

The Forest Veil

Shara walked through the heavy woods, the damp soil cool beneath her bare feet. Smelling the dead leaves and fallen limbs slowly returning to the earth, giving back energy and nutrients for the new life. Some found it noisome but to Shara is was the sweet perfume of life, ripe with the nurturing of newness and she breathed it in.

The Ghost in the Book

The attic was filthy and covered in cobwebs. Anna spied an old leather diary. She opened it and blew the dust off the pages. The dust swirled into a tiny tornador and suddenly a ephemeral image appeared. Anna watched a moment as it coalesced when a sound shook the rafters “BOO!”

Character count 280

For Kat’s Twittering Tales challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Meeting at the Bistro

Meeting at the Bistro

She sat in the bistro looking out at the scene on the sidewalk, taking in the wild cacophony of sound and color that was the energy of this city. Her latte sat untouched, next to an empty notebook as she played the tourist. Solanj looked around, she would have preferred a more private setting for this meeting but the man claimed to have information about her sister’s attackers so she hadn’t tried too hard to change the location of the meet.

The Axle Box Vortex

Chief Inspector Gadgot was puzzled. Six apparent suicides had appeared on these tracks. The Medical Examiner had found no cause of death.

“Hell Liam, these men should get up and walk for all I’ve found,” the examiner was as puzzled as he.

The Road Ahead – Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #6

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge # 6

While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

The Road Ahead – Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #6

There it was. The road that lead to Avonlea. Siofra gazed down at the long, long black line through the wastelands. Just last year the old road had blazed it’s trail through the prairie grasses. Lush and green, dotted with wildlife, it had been a beautiful drive. But that was before the Two Day War. Most of the world’s population had perished in two days, millions more in the aftermath. Then had come the nuclear winter and the holocaust summer. Savage wind storms had ripped through the world turning grasslands and forests to deserts.

High Noon in Tombstone – CCC # 19

The full moon was high overhead as the trio began to slog their way up the hill. There at the summit, the final contest would take place. This was the big game for all the marbles, live or die. Sam checked his shotgun, sawed off to an illegal length, the scatter pattern was sure to take a man’s head clean off. Or at least incapacitate one until Kyna could come at them with her blessed katana sword. Guaranteed to lop a head clean off, she had done more than her share of killing. Buzz finished out their trio with a deadly combination of weighted aluminum baseball bat and sturdy flame thrower.

The three reached the turn off at high noon lane. The last of the zombie hoard would die here in Tombstone, at the O.K. corral.

word count 136

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Sandworm of Arrakis a Twittering Tale

So, this is it. I work my tail off to get into field work. Eight years as a Class 1 senior MIB agent and THIS is the disguise I get? Freakin’ Annelids. I’ll get those stupid worm guys if it’s the last things I do. I’ll teach them not to dress ME up like an Arraki Sandworm.

character count 277

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Wired – a mostly true story

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

Wired – a mostly true story

He was only seven when the monsters came. Whispering to him late at night, telling him stories, telling him … things. I sat and watched as he stood open-eyed, staring off into the distance, talking to someone I couldn’t see, in a language I’d never heard. He was only seven.

Inn of the Purple Door – a Crimson Creative Challenge

For Crimsons Creative Challenge

Inn of the Purple Door

The bottles were lined up in a row. The window faced the full moon and each bottle touched some bit of the metal grid. All was in readiness. Shara entered her circle of salt, lit the candles and settled herself to the ground. She began mixing herbs with her mortar and pestle and chanting her spell.