Posted in Friday Fictioneer, tagged 100 words, comedy, creative, death, fantasy, flash fiction, Friday Fictioneers, ideas, inspiration, journey, story idea, Writing on May 25, 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 scent of Big Macs and fries drew them, although only he was sentient. The years of training at the monastery having paid off, so to speak.
A moth, really? He flapped his brown wings, and guessed it could be worse. He could have come back as a germ or an amoeba. At least he’d been prepared. She however, not so much. Did she see this as heaven or hell? Or was she just a moth, drawn to the light of the window, totally unaware of having been more?
He remembered the suicide vest, trigger in her hand. Speaking about her god before sending them both into the great beyond.
Suddenly a bird swooped in, grabbing her in its beak before flying off.
Karma’s a bitch.
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Posted in Friday Fictioneer, Writing, tagged 100 words, between times, creative, darkness, death, fae, fairy tales, fantasy, Friday Fictioneers, ideas, inspiration, sidhe, story idea, transitions, Writing on March 30, 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:
“That’s where it lives.”
Gran’s words echo through my head as I stare at the decrepit old truck down the hill.
“It’s the ‘tween times you needs to worry ’bout, evenin’ and mornin’. That’s when it comes out.”
I glance over my shoulder, the sun just a glow on the horizon.
I step toward the truck and place my hand on the pitted metal hood. Gran’s locket laced through my fingers. cool like her body’d been this morning.
I close my eyes and bow my head. Ready to meet the other half of the family, ready to make the Changeling’s Choice.
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