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”

Alice Goes Swimming

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Photo Credit: George Grall, National Aquarium

Alice was bored, and tired, and hot. She lay on the grass beneath the shade of the largest tree in the orchard. She was making a daisy chain, watching the other children swimming in the lake. Alice wasn’t allowed to swim alone. Her mother told her stories of children that were captured unaware in the lake and never heard from again. They were taken by the “Ooguay.” Continue reading “Alice Goes Swimming”

Three Witches

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The bus pulled away in a cloud of dust and exhaust fumes. Mary didn’t even notice, she was still standing, suitcase in hand, staring. This couldn’t be right. The ad had requested a housekeeper for a large family estate. It had failed to mention the dilapidated condition. “Must be better on the inside,” Mary assured herself as she wound her way through the dry dead weeds to the front door. Continue reading “Three Witches”

The Greenhouse – a multi-prompt story

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“Well Claude, I think I’ll be going to bed now. Thank you for the game.” Gynnie looked down at the chess board, she had lost. Again. She glanced once more at Claude’s filmy, wispy countenance. He was tired as well, she could tell by the abstract patterns floating in his transparency. Claude was what most people would call a ghost. Gynnie thought of him more as a manifestation of a restless spirit. It sounded much more scientific and less likely to frighten other living folk. Continue reading “The Greenhouse – a multi-prompt story”

A Spitting Image

This is a mix of three prompt challenges and I’m kind of mixing days. I’m in an odd time zone here in Kyoto, Japan and the prompts sometimes overlap from when I start them in the early morning to when I finish them in the afternoon, so I’m just going with it.

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“What the …?” Princess Pei Pei looked around in confusion. The windows were covered in curtains with a delicate floral motif. The same pattern shown on the coverlet and pillow shams. “Dear me, I’m in paisley floral Hell,” she thought. Continue reading “A Spitting Image”

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

A Dangerous Enterprise

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For the first part of the story see: The Emperor and the Warrior

Kya walked with the Emperor into the back room, he waved his guards aside and they stood outside the door. Kya sized him up, taking the measure of the man, not the emperor. He was tall, trim but muscular with the athletic yet supple build of someone proficient in the martial arts. Kya decided that yes, he would be a worthy opponent on a physical level.

“What service do you require of me?” Kya asked, leaving the end of the question open for him to provide a name if he desired but she would NOT call him my some ridiculous title. Continue reading “A Dangerous Enterprise”

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”

Cacophony

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The sky turns ashen grey
with the gathering storm clouds
not quite dark enough for the promise of rain.

The colors of the rolling hills
have waned to musty hues of green
melded with tones of brown.

This is late summer,
just before the gentle kiss of autumn
begins her softening of the earth.

The songs of summer are over
the ballads of fall not yet begun
this is the quiet hour of the mother.

The between time
when hushed winds and muted colors
coalesce into a cacophony of blandness.

Come Autumn, and welcome
for Summer has grown weary
and longs to slumber in your sweet embrace. 

For the word of the day challenge  Cacophony