This week’s Flash! Friday prompt. Enjoy and as always feedback is always welcome and greatly appreciated.
Hirta knew the stone hut with its mossy grass roof was the perfect place to raise the children, until they reached maturity.
Anders matured first and Stella was sent to fetch the warden. When they returned Stella was perched on his back, as she was too weak to walk.
“Anders,” Hirta yelled. “Come get this child!”
Hirta chided Stella as Anders lifted her from the warden’s back. “The warden is never to carry you.”
“She ran out of the life tea,” the warden advised calmly.
“She had enough for a week,” Hirta bellowed. “Go! Prepare the tea,” She commanded Stella.
As the warden was inspecting Anders, Stella emerged with the life tea.
“Anders is strong and well built. He’ll make a good worker,” he said sipping the tea. ” However this one will never mature. What shall we to do?”
“Send her to be harvested for the hungry and make sure I get two fresh eggs by weeks end.”
Word Count: 158
My take on this weeks Friday Fictioneers.
There it sat amongest the cobwebs and boxes, a painful but joyful reminder of years gone by.
Sarah didn’t understand why I kept it. I told her, “it’s a reminder that this ram gave its life to save Isaac’s.”
“Abraham,” she’d always say shaking her head and with a chuckle. “You don’t really believe this ram saved Isaacs life on that mountain, do you?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” One thing is certain, if it hadn’t been there Isaac and I would have starved to death and Sarah never would have forgiven me for killing her only son.
A blogger I follow Opinionated Man (OM) over at HarsH ReaLiTy put a Flash Friday Fiction challenge and I decided why not jump in and have a little fun. The challenge was to describe a city. Enjoy and please check out the others who have joined in on the fun.
my mother asks every time we talk, “when are you coming home?”
“it’s not the same,” she says. “it’s like a big city now.” she tells me about how main street doesn’t look like main street anymore and how there are lots of job opportunities.
she never wanted me leave home. more specifically she didn’t want me to leave the farm. truthfully it wasn’t much of a farm. that is if you can call one scrawny cow that gave enough milk (on a good day) for my dad’s morning coffee, a few chickens, a three-legged rabbit, an unwanted fox, a mangy dog, and a goat a farm, then yep that was our farm. the best thing about it and the town really was the verbena field. i remember waking up to that smell — fresh squeezed lemons. that smell doesn’t exist in the city unless it comes from a bottle and that smells like a chemical.
my mother sent me some dried verbena Read More…
Dexter sat quietly. The remote perfectly placed at an angle on the armchair.
He pushed 1, then 2, then 3.
“Which channel tonight?” asked Dexter’s wife.
“Three,” he said pushing the button.
“Excellent, “said his wife. “I’ll invite her over tomorrow. There’s room for another down there.”
Smiling at his wife, “Yes, please do.”
Word count: 50
“Rose called for a doctor who can save us.”
“Who is this doctor and how can he save us from this?”
“He’s seen it many times. She calls him the doctor.”
This week’s Trifextra prompt was inspired by the 50th anniversary of Doctor Who. For this prompt we had to write 33 words and choose one word that would repeat three times. It could only be a verb, noun , or adjective and it could not change in form.
I hope you enjoyed my little tribute.
Originally an A to Z Challenge prompt:
I came up with a list of some of my favorite songs.
This story uses as inspiration Corinne Bailey Rae’s “Like a Star”
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“I’ll never feel the same way about anyone else,” Abby said as she stood in the doorway and watched them drive away. With tears streaming down her face she closed the door and headed to the living room. “It’s not fair. I finally found the love of my life and they’re taking him away from me.”
“Perhaps you did, but it’s not meant to be,” Abby’s sister said calmly. Sobbing, Abby threw herself on the sofa.
Crying into the cushion Abby said, “He’s an angel. He makes me feel alive.”