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Microfiction: Equinox

“Father, why do we do this, every equinox?”

Father placed his palm on my head.

“You will receive your answer today, son.”

I nodded excitedly. I emulated what I had done all the previous nine years. I placed both my hands on the stone pillar.

“All set, father.”

Father did the same.

“Now listen, son.  Every equinox, the dark ones threaten to invade us from their dimension. We unleash the soul pillar’s power to shield earth.”

I stood awestruck looking at the skies….

Word Count: 83

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #97 – Equinox

What Pegman Saw March 16, 2019

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 16/19

Time To Write: Answer [Creative Writing Prompt]

Flash Fiction: Fissure 2

Find the first part here:

Flash Fiction: Fissure

Now the story continues…

I sprinted back towards the tent, shouting on top of my voice.

My frantic screaming combined with the increasingly powerful tremors coming from the fissure roused the other experts from their slumber. I turned to look back at Dr. Manheim who was still frozen in spot. He held his ground even as one ginormous hand appeared to his left. He did not budge as another one appeared on his right. Then came the giant’s head, with its two eyes trained on the doctor. Within a second only the lower part of the doctor’s body remained, the other half was inside the monster’s mouth.

That is how it started, their invasion…

( The End…)

Word Count: 110

Prompt: What Pegman Saw – Mount Everest

Flash Fiction: The Sop

The poor sop could barely walk.

It was my job to get him to climb up the stairs and reach the hill top. However, his condition worried me. I offered him my water canteen. He took a long sip. As he handed the canteen back to me, he toppled over. Before he could fall down completely, I grabbed his arm and steadied him. He was not going to survive the climb in this September weather without my help. I supported his weight as I urged him forward. His vitality had already been sapped.

I shuddered as I thought about what awaited him at Hilltop Prison…

Word Count: 105

Prompts:

What Pegman Saw: St. Helena, Ascension and Tristan da Cunha

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 5th

Flash Fiction: Hill Top

This is my attempt at merging prompts and linking my posts to form a larger story! 🙂

The chapters in the story may not link sequentially, so will keep updating the sequence.

I hope this experiment goes well!

 

This is the sequence till now:  Flash Fiction: Bright Lights -> Flash Fiction: Hill Top (You are here) -> Flash Fiction: Buried

On to the story! 😀

See anything, Bob?

“No, Harry. There is just too much fog here. I think it was another prank call. Burning lights on the hill. What shit …wait. I see something. Checking it out.”

Roger.

“I can see a decoration of flags here. Seems like some picnic or local event. No people in sight though.”

Be cautious, Bob and keep your walkie working. No radio silence.

“Roger that. Keeping my gun ready as well, just in case.”

Good decision. Anything else you see?

“Just the trees, rocks and more fog. Not a soul in sight, Harry.”

Call it in. Maybe someone saw party lights and reported it.

“Possible. Wait, I hear something. Footsteps approaching.”

Be careful.

….

Bob?

….

Are you okay?

….

I’m sending backup.

“No need for that. I’m okay.”

I had told you to keep reporting in. You had me worried there. Who was it?

“Just some foreigners….”

 

Word Count: 150

Prompts used:

What Pegman Saw June 2, 2018

Image: Kangra Valley, India © Gaurav Goyal, Google Maps