Blog Battle

Rhyme: Aflame

The dragon looks at me with narrowed eyes,

It’s fiery breath towards me flies.

Just in time I shield myself, or I would have been aflame,

Treating a dragon with a cold, is no easy game…


Prompts:

In Other Words, aflame…

#BlogBattle: Shield

Microfiction: Pain of the Past

He gave a grimace of pain as he watched the wreckage.

The memories almost brought about an emotional burst, but he managed to stabilize himself.

His failed suicide attempt was in the past…


Word Count: 33

Prompts:

Sunday Photo Fiction: July 14 2019

Weekend Writing Prompt #114 – Grimace

#BlogBattle: Stable

Flash Fiction: The Fire Mage

We were never promised a glorious battle nor death worthy of remembrance.

All we understood was that if we did not fight our hardest, the dark king would slay our loved ones, and ravage our lands.

The Dark King’s minions were summoned from the blackest depths of earth, where no men wander.

Vicious and vile to the core, their only weakness was the blaze of holy fire.

As a senior mage of our kingdom, the responsibility of supporting our troops had been shifted to my shoulders.

I wasn’t the type to shun responsibility, besides I loved playing with fire…

(Read the sequel here – Flash Fiction: My Scar)


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge April 4 2019

Six Sentence Story -Type

Blog Battle – Shift

Microfiction: Evening Walk

Walks by the dusky seashore are lifesavers.

No matter how useless my life seems, my walk is efficacious in raising my spirits. I am not abashed in admitting how weak I feel throughout the day.  I am only this far from putting a bullet in my head and disappearing into the seas, like the sun.

Not just yet though…


Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #96 – Seashore

#BlogBattle: Dusk

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 9/19

OPPOSITES ATTRACT CHALLENGE #6

RDP Saturday: WALK

 

Image Source – https://fineartamerica.com/featured/seashore-sunset-lahinch-county-clare-the-irish-image-collection

 

Three Line Tale: The Artist

He sat there everyday, against the wall that showcased his life’s work, his passion, his art.

He would smile back politely at the passers by who would shower him with praises and flowery words.

He smiled at how their actions failed to respect their words, as the number of paintings on the wall greatly outnumbered the money notes in his wallet…


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 153

Blog Battle: Flower

Flash Fiction: Pasta

“Is the order for table number ten ready?”

I turned the blaze of the cooking flame down and grasped the pan in my left hand.  With my right hand, I expertly arranged the lines of spaghetti on the plate. Reuben walked up to me and winked.

“You know, she’s looking quite fine in her black dress today.”

I peeked outside through the kitchen door window. There she was again, sitting in perfect poise, making my heart beat harder. Reuben whispered.

“Tell her, man!”

I put the final touch on the dish with the red sauce.

“A red heart, sweet!”


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

September 13: Flash Fiction Challenge

September 2018 Blog Battle

Flash Fiction: Treatment

“So, what can you see in this ink blot, Dennis?”

Dr. Cutberth watched intently, as Dennis stared at the Rorschach Test. Dennis stuttered.

“M..m..moons. I can see different moons.”

Dr. Cutberth scribbled on his notepad. He noticed Dennis’ piloerection. That was never a good sign.

“Okay, Dennis. Now, I want you to come up to the window and look at the sky. Tell me what you see.”

Dennis did as he was told.

“Doctor, I can see the clouds and the stars. And..and the moon.”

Dr. Cutberth found that quite curious. It was a no-moon night. There was no moon out there. He seated the shuddering Dennis down and offered him a cup of hot chocolate. Dennis clutched it in his hands and sipped on it.

“One last question, Dennis. These blackouts you mentioned. When did they start?”

“Around two months ago. I think I had around four of these blackouts. I just can’t recall anything about them.”

The doctor scribbled some more on his notepad. Dennis looked at the doctor with scared eyes.

“Am I going mad, doctor? Am I sick? Can you treat me?”

The doctor placed a comforting hand on Dennis’ shoulder and handed him a prescription note.

“Don’t worry Dennis. It will be taken care of. I have prescribed some Ag pellets for you. Just hand the slip to my assistant, Miss Blossom, outside. She will take care of it.”

Dennis shook the doctor’s hand.

“Thank You, doctor.”

The doctor smiled and shut the door of his room, as Dennis left. He quickly made a call on his phone.

 

“Another one. There is a sudden alarming rise in the population of werewolves. Let’s see what Helsing has to say about this…”


Word Count: 281

Prompts:

August 2018 Blog Battle

Sunday Writing Prompt “Rorschach Test 3”

Word of the Day Challenge “Blossom”

FOWC with Fandango “Treat”

SoCS August 11/18

 

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