Light of the Pyres – a Prosery Tale

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.”

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Time to Run – a Wordle Story

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.

Anchors Away a Crimson Creative Challenge

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

Train to Everywhere – a Stream of Consciousness Tale

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.

Boating – Stream of Consciousness Saturday

For Stream of Consiousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “for/fore/four.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you want. Bonus points for using all three. Enjoy!

“But what’s it for?” Stella’s voiced whined in the tight confines of the small cabin.

“Well, see those four levers? Each controls a different part of the boat’s motion.” Zach replied as patiently as he could manage but the girl clearly had no boating aptitude.

Withies and Vines a Crimson Creative Challenge

The rock hut was ancient, abandoned long ago and forgotten by mortals and gods alike, it suited Shara’s purpose well. Here she was safe from the judgement of humans. Here, cloaked by nature and surrounded by growing things, she was at peace. Here she was alone, here she was free.

The withies were gathered to be woven into baskets and mats and all manner of useful things. In a few weeks, she would don her disguise, sell her baskets and return with what few items the forest could not provide. And no one would suspect that on the outskirts of their city winter’s frost never touched the vines and green things grew always, in the presence of Shara the Greenwitch.

word count 120

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

The Rescue – a Wordle Story

The Rescue – a Wordle Story

They crept on silent feet, Star’s veil shielding them from evil eyes. The trip had been long and tiring for Star’s little company, but sleep would have to wait. They made their stealthy way along the border of the enemy camp.

In the prisoner cells, Faelinn lay curled on the floor, her ragged wings tucked tightly to her back in a protective ball. Theo was chained nearby spread eagle fashion. The techno components of his arm and chest glowed through the thin overlay of flesh with an eerie luminescence.

Between the Company and their friends lay cages filled with Peantyth. The vicious beasts resembled a cross between wyvern and jackal with dark emaciated bodies and bat-like wings. The stench from the Peantyth was overwhelming and Star wondered if soap would ever wash it away.

Her friends looked to her, she could not deny their faith nor pause to ponder why they had it. As Gwren and Noemei took up flanking positions, Star dropped the veil, planted her staff and shouted “STELLA MORTANTIUM,” as the beam of starlight exploded from the crystal end of her staff.

word count 187

Written for the Sunday Whirl’s Wordle

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP