Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Writing, tagged 100 words, comedy, creative, fantasy, Friday Fictioneers, Goddess, ideas, journey, life, nature, outdoors, Priestess, rebirth, renewal, transitions, water, Writing on April 20, 2012 |
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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:
“It’s happening! Grab the cup.” The Priestess said, knowing The Tears of Aramaya only flow once a cycle, renewal and rebirth.
The acolyte, head bowed, lowered the chalice beneath the sacred root bulb.
“Plunk, Plunk, Plunk.”
He collected them until the flow stopped, turning to her, cup upraised. “Drink my mistress, and let us renew the world.”
She gripped the chalice, her hands over his, and drank the waters of life.
Once drained, she drew him near, for she held the water, he the seed. Looking at the youth of his body, she thanked the Goddess old Germaine had died two months back. She took her duties seriously, but some tasks proved harder than others.
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Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Uncategorized, tagged 100 words, creative, Friday Fictioneers, ideas, inspiration, literature, nature, outdoors, story idea, Writing on March 15, 2012 |
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Here’s the photo prompt for #Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods. Thanks Madison, for starting and continuing this wonderful writing prompt. Please visit her site and check out all the other #Friday Fictioneers. Here’s my 100 word take on the photo:
The scouts had been correct. The new world was hospitable.
They chopped, clearing a swath of land for the homestead, the tuberous trees falling easily to the warm ground.
In other areas, they cordoned off sites for drilling. The life blood of this new world, waiting to sustain them, within reach just below the surface.
Soon, the colony would be established, procreation initiated, population exploding. Such was the way of their parasitical existence, always moving, searching out strange new worlds to colonize and use.
Canine base Bobby-Sue-One would be up and operational within minutes.
“That’s one small step for a flea, one giant leap for flea-kind.”
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