Two Wrongs and a Write? – a SoCS micro-jumble-tale

from my polyvore dolls collection

For Stream of Consciousness Saturday, I’ve done something a wee bit different this week. Linda gave us a prompt:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a word that contains a silent letter.” Choose a word that contains a silent letter and use it in your post, or write about words with silent letters in general. Enjoy!

Okay so I decided on the letter W and scribbled down as many “silent W” words as I could come up with for a word jumble kind of story.

“Wrack, wraith wrangle wrap wreath wren wrench wrestle wrinkle wrist write wrong wrought answer sword two who“

It was quite the wrestling match as Wraith wrangled her wrap about her shoulders without wrenching a wrist. She wracked her brain for the author who had written “Tale of Two Wrong Swords” and was becoming overwrought by the latest wrinkle in her plan to wreath the book review in flowery prose. And where the dickens was her sister Wren?

Til next time ~Stay trippy hippies ~JP

Dry Boats – a Crimsons Creative Challenge micro fiction

Star gazed at the old boats with undisguised longing. They rested on a dry dock a stark reminder of the Water Elementals power. Oh how she missed the water, days with her family pulling in nets heavy with fish. With no natural rainfall and the cloud seeders struggling, boating was a luxury no longer even dreamed of. And so, Star brought out her small test kit and, finding the water fairly safe to drink, filled her canteens before walking on. A small smile stretched across her face at the memory of wet spray on her skin.

Word count 96

This story inspired by Crimsons Creative Challenge # 199 (wow that’s an auspicious number!)

Til next time ~May the rain fall softly on your fields ~JP

The Weapon – a Crimson Creative Challenge Micro Fiction

Our Crimson Creative Challenge this week is the fabulous clock pictured. Wow! For some reason it puts me in mind of a different time, a different world.

The clock ticked on. Gwren was growing restless and it showed. Javvir smiled that infuriating smile teachers have. “The blade reaches it target at the right time, never early,” he reassured.

Gwren shot an irritated glance at his mentor, “you speak of her as if she were a weapon.”

“She is the Starblade,” came with a shrug.

Gwren snatched a dagger from one boot and flicked it at the rail where it promptly exploded into white fire sending humans and monsters alike scurrying. “I am a weapon,” he kicked out with a low sweep nearly knocking Javvir’s feet from beneath him. “She is the spark of desire that drives the blade. She is the magic of ice and fire, of wind and soil. She is a woman.”

Javvir shook his head, a smile quirking one lip “and you my friend are a besotted fool. There she is.”

word count 148 (Whew that took some editing!)

Til next time ~May your Mondays be short, but not too short ~JP

Looking for Shade – a micro tale

Crimsons Creative Challenge # 190

Looking for Shade – a micro tale

She saw the sign that forbade entry, but it was long disused and overgrown. At the far side of the meadow were trees that beckoned with the promise of shade, a welcome respite from the steaming undergrowth of the fens. She hopped the low fence and trudged slowly on. Until she heard the rustle of movement in the grass, she stopped and strained her ears to hear the high-pitched pop giggle. “Gaushi! Fens Fairies!” With their sharp little teeth they were quite a spiteful nuisance, so she did what any sensible water witch would do. She RAN!

Word count 98

Til next time ~Peace ~JP

Flashback Friday – Spring Green

Here we are with Friday Flashback … again. I mean seriously, it’s Friday? Again? Already? Man my Daddy was NOT kidding when he said “once you’re over the hill, you pick up speed.” Fandango’s Flashback Friday aims to reintroduce some earlier works. So here is a wee bit of micro-fiction from June 17, 2021, originally written in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 136

Parched

The clouds gathered dark that day, blotting out the sun. Dark and ominous with jagged edges, holding the promise for rain. Xere paused, savoring the cool shade. Desiccated earth beneath her feet cracked and crumbled, as her lungs cried out for moisture. No storm came to quench earth or skin. No rain fell that day, or any day since.

Til next time ~Stay Trippy Hippies ~JP

Crimson’s Creative Challenge 145 — a Fairy tail

Meldimeriel was a small child, or a very large fairy, depending on your own perspective. She was a solitary child, prone to fantasy and play acting in her own yard, where every bush held a hidden fortress, and every hummingbird was a winged fairy warrior.

Her parents worried about her flights of fancy and daydreaming, but it was this very trait that would alter the course of her destiny, and the fate of the entire Elysium Forest Clan.

The small brick structure held a large wheel that was ripe for turning, and there came from inside an odd hooting kind of sound. Meldi gave a little jump and grabbed the wheel letting her weight bring it down. A portion of the roof winched it’s way open. Out popped the head of the littlest dragon Meldi had ever seen. Their eyes locked and a lifetime of friendship and adventure was born.

word count 150

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 145

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

Death by Jewelry – a Crimson Creative Challenge

Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 139

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 139

Death by Jewelry

Solanj sized up the path, deserted even at mid-day, this would do nicely. A lovely place for a gentleman to take a lady for a moonlight stroll. The symetrical trees and shrubs concealed many a covert alcove where lovers would be safe from prying eyes. A perfect place for the garroting of an evil aristocrat. Solanj fingered the gold ring on her hand, it’s cabochon stone concealing a poison dart. Her bracelet of lavender silk cord braided with strong silver wire wrapped easily around her dainty wrist, unrolled into an effective garrot. Solanj the most feared assassin of her age, never concealed a weapon. After all who would presume to question a lady’s jewelry.

word count 117

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

psssst – new moon in Cancer July 9-10

Parched – a Crimson Creative Challenge tiny tale

For Crimsons Creative Challenge # 136

Parched

The clouds gathered dark that day, blotting out the sun. Dark and ominous with jagged edges, holding the promise for rain. Xere paused, savoring the cool shade. Desiccated earth beneath her feet cracked and crumbled, as her lungs cried out for moisture. No storm came to quench earth or skin. No rain fell that day, or any day since.

Til next time ~Stay Wild Moonchild ~JP

What Do You See Challenge – Princesses

For Sadje’s What Do You See challenge

Princess Mrowl was bored. It was such a bother being a princess, she was never allowed to roam or chase mice or climb trees or have any fun at all! Mrowl was currently hiding from a delicate Calico who was her watcher. She delighted in hiding from the old nurse, deep in the castle. Walking along dusty old windowsills, leaving nary a trace of her passage so light and delicate were her pad steps. She stared out the window longingly when a fairy appeared and seemed to beckon her. Mrowl wriggled through the small opening and followed out to the edge of a magnolia branch. There she stopped and stared into an opening blossom. Ethereal light began to glow within it’s petals and Mrowl was entranced.

“Welcome to my kingdom princess Mrowl,” came the dulcet tones of the fairy, “I am princess Aalyiah.”

word count 143

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Eyes That See – a Twittering Tale

“Your aunt left you everything, including this,” he held a plastic bag, “said you’d know.”

Di gingerly accepted the bag containing her aunt’s eyes and dropped it into her purse. Di cast the spell to show her the last image from the eyes, her aunt’s killer. She screamed only once.

character count 279

for Kat’s Twittering Tuesday

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP