Flash Fiction: Thorny Tree

It had been a week since I had slept well.

My hair had been keeping me up. It itched so much. I had used the best hair products, but to no avail. I asked my mother if I should visit a doctor, but she had refused, stating that such things happen when puberty hits.

That night, it was a lot worse. My hair felt as if it were ablaze. I stepped outside to get some fresh air, and that’s when it happened all of a sudden.

Thorny branches began growing from my hair, eventually falling off and becoming a tree….

Word Count: 100


Friday Fictioneers 5th April 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

Microfiction: Warrior In Her

The war had destroyed cities.

The onslaught of the dark king had orphaned many children and left them homeless. One such child managed to find her way to the Greenroot forests. These forests were thought to be so magical, that even the dark king stayed away. The forest dwellers- The ancient roots, watched over the little girl. They knew that the dark king would one day turn his eyes towards the forest and attack it, bringing the war to the forest. They would need a human warrior, adept in the ways of the roots.

They saw that warrior in her…

Word Count: 100


The Aether Prompt: March 20th, 2019

Flash Fiction: The Tree

This is a sequel to Flash Fiction: Broken Fence.

To enjoy this story even more, do read that one before this. 🙂


The old witch kept aside her pen and black book. She got up from her rocking chair and stepped into her backyard.

Her backyard led into the forest that neighbored the town. No one ever set foot inside the forest other than her. It was her forest. She had grown up in this forest, in a time when it was yet flush with animals. She walked barefoot, her ashen white feet stepping on the green grass. The foolish townsfolk had driven away the animals from their home.  In retaliation, she made sure that any person who entered the forest, never left. Over the many years, the humans learnt to stay away from the forest. Most of them learnt it the hard way, serving examples for their descendants.

The witch reached the middle of the forest and looked at the dark tree. It was lined with clothes that once belonged to humans, humans who had made the grave mistake of entering her forest, or the graver mistake of causing her annoyance.  The clothes were of various fashions, trends that had come and gone over the years. She thought of this tree as her trophy cabinet.

And she was going to get three more trophy’s tonight…

Word Count: 204

Written for Thursday Photo Prompt 12th July