For Kira’s Sunday Scribbles. Kira has given us a truly moving piece this week. Without further ado, I give you my interpretation:
Long ago, there was a land
both fair and green
and the people there were happy
as they worked to build their dream
neighbors came from far and near
their fortunes there to find
and were welcomed to the new world
by people generous and kind Continue reading “The Wall”
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Strength of a Rose
Rose gently arranged the flowers in a simple vase.
“Beautiful roses, for my Rose,” he said. “there is strength in their petals. Made of gold they are precious and will never fade or die, like my love for you.” Continue reading “Strength of a Rose”
A Wild Lament
She always came out in the late morning. Bathing in the little creek that ran near her cottage. They said she was a witch, but the animals didn’t care, a few of them came every morning to listen as she played her flute. Her song lilted through the crisp morning air, then turning to a slightly mournful score filled with quiet solitude and, perhaps, just a touch of loneliness. It was her offering to the day, a wild lament of the beauty and loneliness of a girl alone with nature. The littlest deer came closer and closer gazing up at her with brown eyes filled with adoration. Continue reading “A Wild Lament”
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
A bit of Flash Fiction for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles do check out these great picture prompts!
Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom
The battle was over, vast and bloody it had been. The Gremlekins were part of the clean up patrol. They wandered through the horrible remains of the battlefield with the wives and mothers seeking lost sons and husbands. Small, gentle creatures, they could always be counted on to give the unclaimed dead what comfort could be found in a simple cleansing and burial. Continue reading “Where the Spirit Fire Flowers Bloom”
For Fifty Word Thursday this week is over at Tales from the mind of Kristian
here are the words: From the moment we saw him most of us lived in dread of him
Here is the photo:
He was tall and lean with the ropy strength of tendon, muscle and bone, his hands calloused from years of genuine, hard, work. He demanded nothing of his employees that he did not demand of himself. He was a hard man, but a fair man. Yet from the moment we saw him, most of us lived in dread of him. Perhaps it was his ice blue eyes that could see straight through any lie. Or the piercing pain and sorrow that lay hidden beneath those icy depths even when his face held a smile. But I think it was the statue at his office that we dreaded most. The woman astride a wave, friend to bird and fish and all things of the sea. She held a construction pylon in one hand, a constant, silent reminder of the tragic traffic accident that had taken his wife all those years ago.
Word count 150
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
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. 😉
Tell the story challenge # 11
Tell the Story challenge 2.12.19
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”