Microfictions: Sentry & Shoes

I’ve been dealing with quite a few computer problems over the last couple of days and with my Camp NaNoWriMo participation this month I haven’t been able to post as often as I would like. So here’s a couple microfictions in the meantime.

Sentry

The hordes below the mountainside were as vast as a hill of ants. A cold sweat broke out on the sentry’s brow. His hand tightly held his sword for the comfort of its steel, as his fingers remained close to the trigger of the gun embedded in its hilt.  The enemy was moving directly toward his village.

Scurrying backwards he moved silently, a figure quickly obscured by trees as he raced through the night to make his report.

Shoes

He had found his lost show, along with the gold inside. The other guy hadn’t been so lucky.

Microfiction: Reginold

The corner of the room was getting too packed for Regi’s tastes.  He was watching the door, waiting for Selica.  The room was unusually warm and the coffee more bitter than even those of the shops in Liran’s old town.  He nearly jumped from his seat as a cup fell nearby.  His nerves were tense, as they should be, not everyone survived planning a coup d’etat.

Selica was the key to the royal palace.  His smooth talking would have to be at its finest on this “date”.  If he could convince her to let him in, that would be all his plans needed.

Christmas Violin

The microfiction below is not my usually fare, however, the prompt generator gave me the challenge so I went with it.

It had to be under 50 words, be romantic, seasonal, contain “We can fix this”, and have an athlete in it.  Total time spent was around 30 minutes from prompt generation to story completion:

“We can fix this.” The school’s star quarterback spoke gently, holding the girl’s violin in his hands as she slowly got up from the floor.

Her large brown eyes were still filled with tears, “But the Christmas concert is tonight.”

He held her close, “Then we’ll figure something out.”

(For prompt ideas check out The Story Shack Writing Prompts)

Microfiction: Chestnut

I have been challenging myself to write microfiction each weekend.  The following is based on the one word prompt “chestnut” written and edited in about the span of an hour:

We’re standing in the middle of the wide open, rocky grazing land. The mesas rise like otherworldly sentinels in the distance and the brush covered land between is absolutely perfect.  My partner, a beautiful chestnut mare, is standing just behind me to my right.

She started life as a wild mustang and was still pretty young when I got her at the auction.  Mustangs are the best type of horse in my opinion, they still have instincts other horses have long lost in their domestication, even if their training can be long and intense.

She nudges my shoulder, the strong willed horse is ready for some water and fresh hay back at the ranch.  I oblige with a grin and a quick rub of my hand on her velvety head as it sits on my shoulder.  Of course, she doesn’t know why I make a point of coming out here but I know the land won’t always stay this way.

Even now I’m responding to queries from resort developers almost monthly.  But for now, in this one small glorious moment of time, the land and I still have a bit of the wild running through our veins.

I saddle up and pat her neck, “Let’s go home.”  Together, we ride off into the horizon.

 

Weekend Microfiction: The Chase

The words of the forest were dimmer today. The young mage was unsure how to approach the ancient trees. The soldiers would be here at any time and the mage needed the words of power, now. She felt sweat bead on her forehead as the pounding of horse hooves began to echo closer. The inquisitors were likely behind their speed. She looked at the trees and then at the sky. “Please.”

She was not sure where the plea was directed, but moments later her body filled with warmth, like golden light filtering in through a storm.

Electricity

I have been working on a few micro fiction pieces recently, spanning no more than a paragraph in length.  This was my favorite from those I created this weekend.  If you like it or have some suggestions, feel free to let me know:

The woman sat in the corner of the bar, watching the door as she tapped her fingers together.  A picture of grim beauty as her dark hair fell in contrast to her sultry red dress.  As the music blared the smell of cheap liquor overwhelmed her nostrils.  It was a proper place for revenge she thought as the tips of her fingers sizzled with energy. The fire gathering between them was ready to be unleashed on her command.  Her lover would soon emerge from the backroom with his new mistress, but this time she would be ready.