August 23, 2018, Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic. It can be a supernatural force, a moment or idea, or use it as a verb. Go where the prompt leads. Respond by August 28, 2018.
I finished my gardening chores and wrapped the hose into a coil. There on the ground was a tiny grey feather. I picked it up and placed it under my gloves on the table for safe keeping.
I walked toward the front garden where my daylilies drooped. I held the spray over the plants, and there on the ground was another gray feather!
I hurried to retrieve the first feather, but it was gone. It was then, the magic of the moment struck me. Without a doubt, this feather had wanted me to find it. What could it mean?
A memoirist I will never be, but nevertheless, this happened to me last week. There is plenty of evidence that finding a feather (or a magical one, as I did) represents some good omens.
Two days later, I found a black feather, much larger, lodged in the rocks across from where I sit on my patio. Coincidence? Not to this fairy whisperer…
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April 12, 2018, Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bat. You can use an association to the winged, cave-dwelling critter, or you can explore the word for other meanings. Bonus points for including a bat cave. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by April 17, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments.
The hourglass sand ticked off the minutes. If she didn’t figure out how to reverse the revenge magic spell, she would have to live out her life as a bat. Esmerelda spread her wings and circled the cauldron careful to avoid the searing steam.
“Where is that eye of newt?” Her tiny bat voice squeaked as she landed on the table with a thud. The spell against her ex-best friend had backfired.
She scrambled toward the bejeweled bottles holding her witchy potions. The special decanter she desired was empty.
Karma was turning out to be a real bitch.
©2018 Colleen M. Chesebro
Sweet Dreams… ❤
Devin loved swimming. A powerful attraction drew her to the ocean which she couldn’t resist. The sea had become her companion and like a jealous lover demanded all her time.
The riptide struck and sucked her into the depths. The waves rolling above pulled one way, while the rip current below, pulled her in the opposite direction. Devin kicked hard, finally breaking free.
This had been her longest swim. Now, she knew for a fact, the experimental drugs had caused her lungs to grow. She could spend hours underwater without added oxygen. Her fate as a mermaid was sealed.
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I’ve written this piece of flash fiction for the writing challenge at Carrotranch.com. Here is the September 14, 2017, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a riptide. How can it be used to move a story? It could be a stretch of turbulent water or a pull of another kind. Go where the prompt leads even if you find it unexpected.
Respond by September 19, 2017, to be included in the compilation (published September 20). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
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