After the Battle – (Friday Fictioneers!!)

Ah, and there you were…thinking you had done away with me.  Lay thy fears to rest, tis only a brief reprieve and rest that I took.

Let us continue on Fictioneers, in mad and reckless fashion!  Thank you to Rochelle for hosting yet another week of shorty abandon.  100 words, based on a photo.  Ready, set, go!

Fantasy be the name of the game:

Wood, posts, and dirt.  Fire, smoke, and ash.  These things lay heavily on the minds of the warriors as they trudged in melancholy toward the last shores.  The night’s scourge had taken many lives both noble and not.  They stared at one another, each beaten and blackened in his or her own way, with a new sense of hope and purpose.  For yet again, the suns rose brilliantly and worked their mysterious flaming magics on wounds both physical and internal.  These sands, these free sands; they stood as testament to the hearts of all.  Here would be their last stand.

And So They Rested. (Friday Fictioneers!!)

This week came out a little different, though I didn’t expect a different genre 🙂  Friday Fictioneers it is time once again to delve into my brain!

Genre:  Fantasy

And so they rested, last instruments of power,

In a feeble cabinet locked, beneath the vaults of Master’s tower.

A song they sang upon a sunrise long ago,

Beauty and light once rang upon the bow.

Master abandoned them to a deepest darkest night,

Let their power fade into abyssal twilight.

Alas!  Their day has finally come,

That a hero should rise to make the bodies hum.

Banished will be the blackness that lingers,

Unless greed and anger does come upon his fingers.

‘Ware thee then, oh simple man,

It may be you the power shall command.

Shadows and Accusation (Friday Fictioneers)

Well Christmas is pretty much over for me.  It was a great weekend but now I have to get back to it!  So without further ado here is this week’s Friday Fictioneers entry…Hosted by none other than Rochelle Wisoff-Fields…Look at the picture, write 100 words.  Easy right?  Nope.  But hey, its fun so see below would you already?

The creature stood before her in the dim light, eyes glowing with accusation.  Candles having long since sputtered out,  she let her natural dark-sight take over as she glared back with obvious annoyance.  Hours and days and days and hours she spent fitting all the images together.  Would they believe her?  How could she convince the Wise Ones on the elder council to hear warnings she had yet to scribe?  The nearly blank page beneath the striped shadow accused her in its ruined purity.  The start so far would not be enough. “Esteemed Elders, we stand to soon be threatened…”

A Vision…(Friday Fictioneers)

Well since I’ll be out of town for a Christmas gathering I figured I’d get a jump (at exactly 100 words!) on this Friday Fictioneer week!  See below…

The woman with the flowing, pitch black hair and determined, yet delicate elven features gasped at the vision in her mind.  She saw chains and a stake, a shaping of worlds eternally bound behind shackles of iron fencing.   Our world?  She wondered silently.  Flashes of bright orange–fire?– and sharp objects seized her heart.

The elder council must be warned, for if she was right, they would soon be fighting to avoid that which they fear most.  The bitter rusting decay of mortality.  The council could not, nay, would not… allow their race to fall, to become as a man.