The window shattered on impact, a web of jagged fractures. The fairies were trapped in globes, tired, barely glowing. With a burst of angry magic, Star shattered the tiny prisons.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Grudgingly, Star gave ground. One tiny footstep at a time, she backed out of the range of the aether pistols, her weakened shields glowing dull orange under the barrage. She chanced a fast look to her rear to find Noemei doing the same, wielding her mundane shield with a grace and elegance Star could only envy. When this gaisi battle was over, Star promised herself she would get Noemei to train her with a shield. Continue reading “Grudgingly – a Stream of Consciousness Saturday tale”
The Dead Lands
The stacks still spewed their poison into the air, the barrels of deadly poisons lay unbroken on the ground. A beleaguered Lady Earth had ripped away her own skin to be rid of the invading humans, leaving naught but scorched rock. The Dead Lands they were called. Continue reading “The Dead Lands”
For Just Jot it January from Lindaghill.com
Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 27th is brought to you by Enthralling Journey! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Enthralling Journey’s word for our prompt today is “cathartic.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!
Star began to weep, fat wet tears of silent loss and mourning plopped onto the dry earth where Meldi now rested. She wept, and wept, and the dark clouds gathered. Not clouds of storms or thunder, but wild wet clouds that blanket the world in gentle rain. Star wept, sitting besides the tiny grave as the sky wept with her until her tears were gone. The cathartic release completed, Star left her grief behind and gathered her weapons. Another battle loomed ahead, the Water Guardian still needed them. Continue reading “Just Jot it January # 27 – Cathartic”
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ad/add/AD (Anno Domini).” Use one, use ’em all–bonus points if you fit them all into your post. Have fun! Thanks to Lindaghill.com for today’s interesting prompt. Here we go, please excuse the tendency to ramble, it is Stream of Consciousness after all. 😉
It was in the year the ancients called 2469 AD that the Great Mother Earth grew angry. Ravaged by pollution, overpopulation and war, she shook herself much as a wet dog might shake the water from it’s coat and in a series of horrendous natural disasters that swept the planet, she rid herself of most of mankind. Continue reading “SoCS – ad/add/AD”
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Thanks to Teresa for today’s prompt: Undiscovered
Gwren was flustered. No, it was more like, frustrated, no more like angry, no pissed off, that what he was royally pissed off! He pulled his sword and proceeded to exact his revenge for the unappealing emotion on an unoffending oak tree. He struck and dodged and danced in a training routine, magic flowing into the blade as he struck again and again. It was good to be training, it took all his attention. No distractions. He whirled the blade overhead and brought it down in a solid blow that completely severed a branch the size of an ogre’s arm. Continue reading “Just Jot it January 13”
Star knelt on the dry sand, watching the waves. She wore her leathers and all her weapons, but no armor. Armor wasn’t a good idea on a sea voyage. Continue reading “The Ship Came at Dawn”
Master Your Power – Flash Fiction
Star walked away from the argument. Stalked, huffed, stomped off was more like it. She was angry. “To master your magic, you must master your feelings,” she muttered in a sing-song imitation of her mentor’s voice.
“Huh” she stammered under her breath “how exactly am I supposed to master my feelings when I don’t even know what I feel at any given moment?”
She stopped in a wooded clearing and felt the calm peace of the forest envelope her. The soft scent of cedar mixed with the musty smells of decaying leaves in the plush undergrowth. Star closed her eyes and opened her arms. She felt the presence of the forest, that warm green power all around her. The power of growth, the power of decay and rejuvenation, the power of life. It gathered in her hands, ready to answer to her will. She looked down to find the bright green aura throbbing on her palms, without thinking, Star brought her hands together and shot the power out as a green bolt that streaked several yards before bursting into a pile of dead branches. The resulting explosion scattered the limbs in a fountain of bits of wood and leaves. It also left a great smoking hole where the pile had been.
“Holy testicle tuesday I did it!” Star cried the expletive as she rushed to extinguish the smoldering remains before it started a forest fire.
Star had just finished when she heard the steady footfalls of her companions. She stood amongst the smoldering debris, smudged with soot and dirt wondering how on earth she was going to explain this one.
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Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
For Just Jot it January 6th
Thanks to Sadje for the prompt Master