Good vs. Evil

Mother Earth bestowed Magic to Man and Fae alike,

Each enlisting the Forces of Evil,

To wage a war for all the worlds’ Magic—

But Good Men banded together to banish the Evil.

—33 words: English Verse/Alliterative Poetry—

Classic Good vs. Evil–Short and Sweet

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Two

The editors of Trifecta are tired.  Hectic summer plans, last minute school shopping and prep for courses of our own have us drifting off in front of the computer.  Any millisecond we can shave off of our busy schedules could potentially improve the quality of our lives as well as the lives of those around us.  This weekend, we’re enlisting your help in shortening our considerably lengthy bedtime routines by giving us a children’s bedtime story in exactly 33 words.  It can be an old favorite reimagined or a work that is entirely your own.  We only ask that your story not leave our kids with visions of the boogie man dancing in their heads.  These tired bones thank you in advance.

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: You ready?

Copyright - Jennifer Pendergast

Copyright – Jennifer Pendergast

“You ready?”  captain asked. I tried to nod yes, but the spaceman-like suit restricted my neck. I must have moved just enough, because he then asked, “You’ve got the code,” pointing to the tall white box next to me. Again I attempted to nod in futility.

“Alright, I’m going to head to the safety check point.  Wait for the go ahead and all clear. God speed.” captain ordered before leaving me alone with the buzzing  box.

After what seemed like an eternity, captain’s voice cracked in my helmet,”Operation Melissa is Go!”

Shaking, I entered the code and released the weapon.

—100 words: SciFi—

And I continue my scifi Bees tale. I may really have to develop this out now.

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY (OR CLOSE ENOUGH)  AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER HERE TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. FOR MORE FRIDAY FICTIONEERS’ STORIES…

 

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Tough day?

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Tough day?” the winged creature sitting on the cloud next to the check-in gate asked as a tardy friend dragged in.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I think that kid has a death wish,” the winged friend confessed.

“Better yours than mine,” the first winged creature lowered his voice, “I think mine might be you-know-who in the flesh.”

“What makes you say that? You’re done early everyday,” the friend prodded.

“Because the kid shuts himself up in his room after school everyday and doesn’t come out until morning. He’s not doing homework; I’ve seen his grades.”

“Think we should tell Him?”

—100 words—

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: What does it look like?

Dr. Lantha’s misadventures continue…

Copyright – EL Appleby

Copyright – EL Appleby

“Have you seen…well, it’s a bit of a… well, it’s hard to describe really…” Dr. Lantha struggled to give the police officer a description.

“What does it look like? Height, weight, unique features?” the officer prodded.

“What would you say, Otto?” Dr. Lantha desperately looked to his chimpanzee lab assistant for some help. Otto just shook his head, wanting no further part in this malady.

“What color is it?” the officer continued.

“Well…you see… the hind end is stripped…like a zebra.” Dr. Lantha described as Otto rolled his eyes.

“A zebra?” the officer questioned, not looking up from his notepad.

—Sci-fi: 100 words—

You can check out the rest of Dr. Lantha’s misadventures by clicking on Dr. Lantha in the Category list on my blog’s side bar. They are pieces that I am now working to editing together into a complete longer story. 

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Back from Break

I’m back from my self-imposed break. At the end of April I was pretty sick, but I pushed through the A-Z challenge. I was going to do the Story a Day challenge again, but I just needed to take some time and recuperate and finally get over this cold. Well, I’m feeling better so I’m back to the stories again, but they probably aren’t going to be everyday as that may have been too much to take on with all the other stuff I have going on. 🙂

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Lake Arsenic

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Come away with me to the lake…it’ll be romantic,” that’s what Josh begged. I agreed to go with him, believing he was trying to make things work, but I never should have listened. The lake cabins were cozy and romantic, the lake picturesque, but the communal dining hall is where things turned.The cook looked like something from the Twilight Zone and the food smelled like something from Swamp Thing. I couldn’t eat, but Josh and the others did. And then they started arguing; Josh started yelling. Then they all dropped dead. I got the hell out and haven’t looked back.

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Blogging From A to Z April Challenge 2013: The Big Reveal

For the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge 2013 I will be doing flash fiction pieces inspired by ghosts and spirits around the world. Around 100 words each. Here’s a longer tale (240 words) to wet your appetite; a tale inspired by the Jersey Devil (American).

Please see blog sidebar for links to A to Z Challenge and Big Reveal

The Jersey Devil, the inspiration for the team...

The Jersey Devil, the inspiration for the team’s current name. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Luke had asked Jessie to meet him in the woods behind his house in the small northern Delaware town after dinner. The grass, wet from the morning’s spring rain, allowed her to sneak up on him as the sun was setting, “Hey handsome!”

“Hey beautiful,” he dodged her kiss.

“What’s up?” she asked nervously hoping he wasn’t about to break up with her. Jessie felt Luke was the one; she desperately wanted him to propose.

“I got into Rochester, great scholarship even.” Luke admitted trying to muscle up some courage to break things off with Jessie. Luke didn’t think the whole long distance relationship thing would work plus he wanted to try his luck with the girls at college. But Jessie had been good to him and he thought it would be better to break things off before summer so they could both have that summer fling to get over each other.

“Gre…” before Jessie could finish congratulating Luke; a blood-curdling scream interrupted her, “What was that?”

“I don’t know, but let’s get out of here.” Luke grabbed Jessie’s shaking hand and headed towards his house. As the shriek sounded again, they began running towards the clearing. Jessie tripped in the twilight shadows. When she looked up to grab Luke’s outstretched hand, a winged creature with an open mouth of sharp teeth came swooping down from the trees, snatching his hand like an eagle snatches a salmon out of water.

Fried and Frazzled

Camille made up to the cover of the bar, breathless, hair a mess, fried from the sun and frazzled from her encounter with the Hercules, “Great here I am in paradise and I’m more interested in fantasy than reality. Oh Camille, when will you ever get your act together?”

As Camille pondered her need to escape into her romance novels she felt a tap on her shoulder,”Excuse me miss, you forgot your towel.”

“Oh, thanks,” Camille smiled shyly.

“Can I buy you a drink,” Hercules grinned.

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Continuation of Beach Romance

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5 Sentence Fiction-Paradise

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Kings Character Sketches

Long ago, on a moonless night when the kings were appointed the guardians of man. The goddess crooned of duty and honor. The red king, the blue king, and the white king, each knelt before her granite temple solidifying their oath by cramming down the caramel colored acid she offered. An eavesdropper gave a low shriek of disapproval.

The kings banded together to rid the world of the magic folk. The few they allowed to stay bought  their peace with gifts and offerings. Man was now safe from the magical beings, though this was not what the goddess had intended the kings to do with the honor she had gifted them. The kings angered the goddess and so she paid them a visit on another moonless night.

“Good eve, Red King.” The goddess commanded as the Red King knelt before her beauty.

“Good eve, Blue King.” again the King she commanded fell to his knees. Before she could speak his name the White King knelt and bowed before his goddess. She smiled, “Good eve, White King.”

“You have taken advantage of the honors I have bestowed upon you.”

“Your Beauty, let me explain,” the Red King started.

With a flick of her hand the silenced the Red King.

“I am very disappointed in all of you.”

“Your Grace, if I may,” the Blue King tried, but was also silenced.

“If you do not change your ways you will all fall to ruin. If you can turn to your true purpose, you will find true riches,” goddess finished. She gave a lasting and knowing look in the White King’s direction. The only king who had not interrupted her. Perhaps there was still hope yet for the kings. Perhaps there was still hope left for humanity.

 

Excerpt from Writing Challenge: Map It Out-Voodoo Time

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Marie first met our three Kings  in Poisoned. What a sight she must have seen as she entered their throne room. I didn’t really go into much detail describing the kings then, because I wanted to keep each scene short. But with this Weekly Writing Challenge: Characters asks us to do a character sketch, drafting up a detailed list of their special characteristics and traits. I thought I’d let you in on some of my visioning for each King and what Marie would have seen as she entered their throne room.

Red King

This arrogant king’s deep-set eyes sparkle like the finest emeralds at meal time. His long, curly, luxurious hair is the color of varnished wood, and is worn in a complex style. He has a rotund build. His uniform is mostly red, and it looks like a royal version of a monk’s outfit. The red king thinks he’s head king, and the others let him think so, but he’s dumb as a doornail and follows along with whatever the Blue King tells him.

White King

This brave king’s round eyes are as blue as the sky on a clear summer day. His long, straight, silky, midnight black hair is worn in a simple style. He has an athletic build and a helpful spirit. His outfit is mostly gray and white, and looks like a fusion of a cowboy’s outfit and a policeman’s uniform, including a collar. Some things just don’t sit right with the White King, he’s often outnumbered, and out voted, but he takes a stand for what he believes is right and for what he’s given a pledge of honor to uphold.

Blue King

This angry king has hypnotic; almond-shaped eyes are gold. His neck-length, wavy, hair the color of bleached bone is worn in an elegant artistic style. He has a thin build. His uniform is mostly blue and violet, and it looks like a fusion of a mysterious emperor’s formal wear and a sorcerer’s robes. The Blue King is the plotter, the string puller, the mastermind. He’s often the one making under the table deals to look the other way with magic folk in the realm of man.