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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.Β  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]

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Flash Fiction: Another Secret

“I thought we agreed no more secrets?”

“I swear this is the last one.”

“Never in all my wildest wool-gatherings did I imagine my husband owns a bloody dragon.”

“Awesome isn’t he?”

“Well, I can’t disagree…”


Word Count: 36

Prompts:

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 43 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Weekend Writing Prompt #92 – Wool-Gathering

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 3, 2019

Flash Fiction: Disrespect

Sarah finished buttoning her skirt, just in time to see Jasper pulling on his pants.

Jasper looked around uncomfortably. Sarah sighed.

“Okay, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“You know Sarah, I think what we did was wrong. We should not have done this in the graveyard. It was a bad idea.”

Sarah smirked.

“Really? Now you think it is wrong. You did not think it was wrong when I was giving you the time of your life? I did not hear you complaining then. You were as loud as I was.”

Jasper shivered.

“I still think we showed disrespect to the dead here.”

Sarah laughed.

“I think the only disrespect you showed, was to me. And I enjoyed every inch of it.”

Before Jasper could respond, a sound coming from the trees broke the silence of the graveyard. Jasper and Sarah looked around trying to find the source of the sound. They did not have to search for long. A lady carrying a lamp made her appearance. Jasper and Sarah looked at each other, and then looked back at the lady. But, they saw nothing. The lady had disappeared.

The couple realized too late that the lady had appeared right behind their backs. The realization had come in the form of a strong shove that launched the lovers on to the ground. The silent lady took the two unconscious lovers by their heads and dragged them towards a fresh grave.

RIP

Here lie Jasper and Sarah, disrespecters of the dead….


Word Count: 250

Prompts:

Time To Write: Giving

Inspiration Call: Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction: Bright Lights

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

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

I hope this experiment goes well!

 

This story is a prequel to an earlier work. Do read the sequel if you liked this one! πŸ˜€


 

β€œCan you come here for a second?”

I could hear my wife calling out to me from the porch.

β€œDo I have to come dear? The match is getting real interesting. We have the lead for the very first time this season.”

My wife had this habit of calling me out to see things that she thought she saw. We were both old now, but I thank God my vision was not as poor as her vision, and that my imagination was not as vivid. Last week she had screamed that she had seen an intruder in our fields. It had turned out to be our own scarecrow. I wasted so much energy running out with my gun.

β€œDear, please come.”

I almost got up from the couch, ready to go out. Right at that moment, the score equalized. I could not get up now. My team needed me to sit until the match was over.

β€œI’ll be right there, dear.”

β€œI can see bright lights over the hills beyond our fields.”

I had already tuned her voice out.

 

Next part: Flash Fiction: Buried


 

Word Count: 179

Prompts used:

Thursday photo prompt: Conflagration #writephoto

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 35

ttw-ss-35

 

Thanks for reading!

Would love any feedback! πŸ˜€