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Shallow water rippled over a bed of round, smooth stones. Sara sat on a fallen log, her cloth mask clenched between raw fingers, and heard the echo of laughter long past. She had come here with her father and her brothers when she was young. Spring flowers had bloomed upon the banks and the oldest trees had bowed so low over the water that the leaves gleamed wet.

Ash was settling on the surface of the water and the skies darkened. The sun dipped low on the horizon, scattering red light. There was nothing left here but memory, plague, and four shallow graves.

Sara bent down and wrapped her fingers around a single round stone. She pressed it to her lips, whispered a soft prayer, and put it in her pocket.

Then she turned and walked on, away from the river, away from all she’d ever known.


Word Count: 147

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Enisa for providing the prompt photo!

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It is preposterous to suggest that giants still roam the Earth.

Any reports that say otherwise must be treated like a showman who insists that the monkey stitched to the fishtail is a mermaid or else as lunacy to match the worst inmate of Bedlam.

The Challenger Expedition? Poppycock, from start to finish. And these footprints are more of the same.

All this talk of great beasts wandering in the jungles, tall as trees, is mere local superstition. The deaths are easily explained. The claw and tooth marks may be distinctive, but that is no reason to jump to such conclusions. Surely it may only be some as-yet undiscovered feline species? The jungles of South America hold many unexplained things.

But certainly not dinosaurs.

The idea that they are coming for us – for the cities – is the most ludicrous idea of all.

There is no reason to be afraid.


Word Count: 149

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Yinglan for providing the prompt photo!

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“From beneath the giant’s gaze,” the girl boasted, “I stole his cattle. From the king’s halls, I stole his drinking horn. There is nothing I cannot bring it to you.”

“The Sun,” her love replied. “Bring me the Sun.”

And so the girl crossed the circling ocean and climbed the high peaks until at last she came to the rivers of night. In those dark waters she swam, fending off shades and elder things that the gods had cast there, till at last she came to the secret harbour where the Sun rested during the night.

She put the Sun in her bag that could hold anything and then stole forth, back across the mountains.

All the world was silent as she returned to her love’s hall. No birds sung, no horns sounded. The sky was dark and there were no stars.

Within, her love lay in endless, dreamless sleep.


Word Count: 150

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Goroyboy for providing the prompt photo!

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The cart was stopped on the way out of the town gates by two of the Sheriff’s guard. They were usual sort he hired: tall, muscular, with the unpleasant sort of expressions that suggested a childhood hobby of strangling kittens.

“Get out,” the first man snarled at the cart driver.

“What is this?”

“There’s a prisoner on the loose. And that…” He pointed to the bag of the cart, hidden under a canvas sheet. “Seems like a good place for him to hide.”

 

They tore the canvas from the top of the cart. Underneath were large, heavy logs, felled in Sherwood.

The second guard sighed. “On your way.”

When the cart had passed out of sight of the walls, the driver pulled over. The secret panel in the hollow log lifted and familiar laughter rang out like a rooster’s crow.

Once more, Robin Hood had slipped through the Sheriff’s fingers.


Word Count: 150

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Fandango for providing the prompt photo!

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At the end of the rainbow, she’d find the chosen one, the hero who would save their world from the Blighted. The Oracles had been very clear.

Felicity Banister, daughter of the Long Desert, had set out across the clouded lands, following the rainbow’s path, hoping against hope for a great warrior to slay her foes.

She hadn’t expected a ratty ancient trailer of the Before-Folk, dating back to the time before the All-Fires, its door barred with a plank of wood. The paint was peeling and the metal was rusted orange.

Still, Felicity had come this far. She knocked.

The door opened and sent her flying back.

Standing there was a woman: short, her nose burnt, her clothing ragged. She wore half her hair in dreadlocks under a wide-brimmed hat. On her chest was a rusted star.

“I suppose,” the Last Cowboy said, “you’re here about saving the world.”


Word Count: 150

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and @any1mark66 for providing the prompt photo!

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“Did you see this, wizard?” Nimue asks. Her voice is the wind, whistling through the breaks in the twisted tree roots.

He remembers how first saw her, her hair falling in tangled midnight waterfalls, her eyes oceans of endless blue. A nobody from nowhere, coming to him on bended knee.

He remembers her laughter, her song, her magic – for they were all one and the same, all beautiful, all her. All his secrets he taught her, unravelling the Mysteries like string, pulling them apart and letting her see the truth of things.

“Did I see this?”

Merlin laughs. The tree presses in on all sides, cutting into his skin. He will not escape.

“From the first moment I saw you,” he said.

“Then why? Why did you let it end here?”

His voice is worn, cracked, and all too mortal.

“Because, you foolish girl, I loved you.”


Word Count: 147

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Fandango for providing the prompt photo!

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There was a bird that knew all the secrets of the night.

It saw the man in the expensive suit on his cell phone, whispering secrets to the air. His shipment was coming from down south, a poison to spread through the city’s veins.

It smelt the foul smoke, belched from black towers, choking the Earth in grey.

It heard the cries of the beautiful wife, caught in the churning waters, and the laughter of her handsome husband who would listen until she screamed no more.

But the bird knew also the clink of the small child’s coin – given while the mother was not looking – and the whispered thank you of the worn old woman. It knew the young lovers dancing in the dark and their secret vows. It knew the crackle of warm fires fueled by old newspapers.

It knew shadows and starlight both, but could speak of neither.


Word Count: 150

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and JS Brand for providing the prompt photo!