The Squirrel – Multi prompt story

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Solanj sat in the waiting room, waiting. They called him “the archivist.” She called him “the Squirrel.” He was always finding odd, rare this and that and tucking them away for the proper occasion, or person. He had amassed a great fortune that way. Great enough to be able to afford Solanj’s services. Continue reading “The Squirrel – Multi prompt story”

The Office Party – a multi prompt story

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Solanj rolled over and slapped the snooze button on the alarm. “Just five more minutes,” she muttered under her breath. She rolled over, eyes still closed, to bask in the sunshine coming through the window.

Once the alarm went off for the second time, Solanj switched it off. With dreamy eyes and a sensuous stretch, she gently rolled out of bed. She stood for a moment, gazing down at her lover, still sleeping peacefully. With a shudder she recalled the company party, the accolades the CEO had heaped upon her in that oh so public forum.

As a junior agent, she was unprepared for the onslaught of brown-nosing underlings suddenly trying to stoke the bonfire of her ego. Ha! She cared nothing for their empty praise. The job, that was what mattered, the job.

Time to prepare for her next assignment. Solanj quickly dressed, gathering her weapons as she went. She looked back one last time. For a moment, just a moment, she recalled the sweet torture of desire. Then she shook her head, holstered her weapon, wove the shurikens into their hidden scabbards, wound her garrote around her wrist and went to work.

Till next time ~Peace ~JPP

For the following prompts:

Ragtag Daily Prompt – bask
Word of the Day Challenge – bonfire
Fandango’s One-Word Challenge – snooze
Daily Addictions – onslaught
Scotts Daily Prompt – torture
and Your Daily Word Prompt – public

 

Kraken – Multi prompt micro fiction

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The tempestuous sea roiled with heavy waves. The ship, her grace and bearings lost, surrendered to the wild pitch and yaw. Jack stood braced against the mast for stability. He had sent Helen below for safety before the storm had intensified.

As he tried desperately to batten down the remaining open hatches, he glimpsed something through the pouring rain. Jack paused and watched, the rolling waves were interrupted by a suspiciously bland circle. As he watched in horror, a huge maelstrom formed, lined with triangular protrusions. What the?!? Were those TEETH???

The Kraken opened it’s huge maw and swallowed the little boat whole. A suitable way to retaliate for the intrusion into it’s sacred waters.

Based on the following prompts:
RDP grace
FOWC stability
WOTD tempestuous
DAP retaliate

Till next time ~Peace ~JPP

Multi-prompt Monday — Coddiwomple

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A Dithering Coddiwomple

Solanj stood staring up at the statue of the gargoyle. How like life, this stone monster. Hideous and beautiful at the same time. Taking precious time and energy to sculpt. She felt that curious detachment that had been the focus of her existence since the day. The day when her world changed, the day when… enough of this! Solanj shook her head and face forward strode straight into the cathedral.

In the corner a young girl played a violin. So sweet and pure was her song that Solanj was certain it could make the angels weep in envy. She headed to the front of the chapel where an elderly priest was seated, watching the violinist and gently smiling. Continue reading “Multi-prompt Monday — Coddiwomple”

Symphony

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Solanj paid no heed to the “no entry” signs as she approached in her slinky black gown. She presented her piccolo case, along with a long shapely thigh showing through the gown’s walking slit, and the smiling guard passed her through. The orchestra was already preparing for tonight’s symphony. Solanj stood for a moment sizing up the hall, picking the spot where the sounds would resonate the least.

On the lighting platform, Solanj opened her piccolo case. She withdrew a slender silver tube which she fitted with a mouthpiece and loaded the tiny darts concealed in her bracelet. She was ready.

The orchestra began their prelude. Solanj started her breathing ritual before lifting the blowgun to her lips. Just for a moment she could remember other symphonies, better times. She shook her head and focused on her breathing, opening her eyes. “Time for you to die Mr. Ambassador.”

The dart sailed, the ambassador slumped forward.

Till next time ~Peace ~JPP

For the following prompts:
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Symphony
Resonate
Remember
Thanks to Yarnspinnerr for the photo

 

The Emperor and the Warrior

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They dragged her into the throne room. Kyarina’s first conscious thought was that her helmet was missing. It was just a basic protective device but carried magic and personal enchantments. Without it her flamming hair fell across her shoulders unbound and she felt exposed. The guards released her and she struggled briefly to rise.

Kyarina stood tall and erect, a warrior in every sense of the word. Her elaborate armor dented, carrying huge rents from blows of sword, gauntlet, and arrow. With her helmet gone, the scar was once again visible. Continue reading “The Emperor and the Warrior”