Declining steadily

More than a year had passed since the stroke, and granny's health continued declining steadily. The trend in the nurses' reports was crystal clear to the whole family. "Don't worry, my dears," granny teased weakly. "I'll always be with you, zipping around with my angel wings!" This piece of flash fiction was written in response… Continue reading Declining steadily

Eyes shining with laughter

Cassie wasn't worried; the pup always found his way home, as if he'd been equipped with broadband. Rex would return, eyes shining with laughter, carrying some stranger's property in his mouth. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #218;Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'broadband';Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'shine';Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing… Continue reading Eyes shining with laughter

She smiled tenderly

"Honey, you could use some witchcraft, and I could use a light," she twittered flippantly. On cue, an enormous crow landed on her forearm and lit her cigarette. "Fancy one?" she asked, staring the shaken youngster directly in the eyes. Quaking, the teenager backed up towards the door. "Oh… n-n-no th-thank you, Ma'am!" Suddenly, impossibly,… Continue reading She smiled tenderly

A dozen beauties

A 'Drabble' The Tull Desert was neutral territory; the rebels knew its every rock. Fing felt comfortable enough meeting there, especially as his forces were holding Prince Quorda hostage back in Phemmerr. Feiveen and his men were already waiting. "Name your price, rebel," he declared, shattered. "We demand full independence from Kuvuk." "So be it.… Continue reading A dozen beauties

Feeling groovy, or: Peer pressure

A Waltmarie In five American Sentences The young man climbed up to the roof in the raging storm, feeling groovy. Hooting and hollering, his friends cheered him on, as he started to dance. Skipping and jumping along the roof's edge, he kept his balance, but just. Sadly, the speed of his wild pirouettes was more… Continue reading Feeling groovy, or: Peer pressure

Swimming, or Harbored

A limerick Just a babe when the church took him in, Scripture's pages absorbed little Tim. He adored Bible stories but harbored deep worries cuz the "God" concept made his head swim. Twiglet #284 Turning page ‘What do you see’ Prompt #139 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for… Continue reading Swimming, or Harbored

Picturesque memories of sunshine

Fire always drew him, conjuring picturesque memories of sunshine. He recalled the profound impact of seeing his first glorious rainbow as a lad... O, how delightfully that sun had refracted through those suspended droplets! Smiling, Vadim shook himself out of his reverie and, appreciatively, licked the last salty hint of blood from his lips. This… Continue reading Picturesque memories of sunshine

Not the word for clothing

Liss had only been taught a smattering of vernacular terms in Daidanese, enabling Master's servants to attend to her most basic needs. He'd taught her the essentials: bathroom, hungry, cold, hot… but not the word for clothing, of course. That was entirely his prerogative. Her luxurious chambers had been designed and created by the Kingdom's… Continue reading Not the word for clothing