If you’re new to this site then you might be pleased to discover that every now and then I take a break from my normal writing endeavors and I challenge myself to come up with a microfiction to share with you all.
Today’s was a result of writing a list of about eight words and then challenging myself to link those key words into a common story.
Late Night Study
The steady twap twap of the critter’s tiny pincers against the glass were fraying the young alchemist’s nerves.
The figures and notes from the journal in front of her were just as frustrating as she rubbed her tired eyes. The encryptions within were beginning to dance around her mind like two drunk lovers at the pub during the harvest celebrations.
Sighing, she closed the worn leather journal, accidentally rubbing her finger through the dust left behind on the table. How had so much dust accumulated in so little time?
Turning, she pulled the glass jar from the aging marble counter. “Sorry little guy, you’re not going anywhere until I transmute you.”
The praying mantis was still, sizing her up. Its eyes held her own in a silent glare as if daring her to realize the hubris of that claim.
“He was close.” She made a fist, “But I will succeed where he failed.” The mantis continued its silent watch as the splosh of raindrops announced the arrival of the storm.
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.
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.
He had found his lost show, along with the gold inside. The other guy hadn’t been so lucky.
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)
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.
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.