Waking Up (flash fiction)

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The Sleeping Beauty by John Collier

Waking Up

They cut through the hedge of thorns and found a castle full of sleeping figures. They walked up the stairs. There the Princess lay on her bed sleeping soundly. The figure closed in, kissing her on the lips. The spell broken, the Princess abruptly woke up and saw them standing over her.

“I thought a prince was meant to wake me.” She said wide-eyed.

“My brother is away, so I thought I would take care of this.”

“I’ve never been kissed by another girl before.” The Princess stated.

“Is it okay?” The Princess pulled her closer. They kissed again.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt of using a substitution (bonus points for a fairy tale) provided by Carrot Ranch’s February 4 Flash Fiction Challenge.

Sleeping Beauty is a problematic tale for some, but this was the first thought I had when I saw the prompt. I hope I made it a bit better…

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©️2021 Joanne Fisher

Where Am I? (flash fiction)

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Where Am I?

Helena was lost. It was only a small forest, and yet she had no idea where she was. At the top of a hill she looked around. All she could see was endless forest in every direction. She felt confused.

When darkness fell, she saw a single light and made for that. To her surprise she came to an inn. When she walked in, there were strange creatures looking at her inquisitively.

“You lost miss?” asked the innkeeper.

“Yes.”

“Somehow you crossed a gate into Faerie. In the morning I’ll send someone with you to help get you home.”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt to write a story that rephrases “‘the light at the end of a tunnel” provided by the Carrot Ranch January 21 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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That’s No Butterfly (flash fiction)

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That’s No Butterfly

In the garden Katy saw the most beautiful butterfly fluttering by the roses. Out of nowhere a stone went flying past, only narrowly missing it. Katy turned to see her brother Scott was there about to throw another stone.

“Why are you throwing stones at the butterfly?” Katy demanded.

“That’s no butterfly!” Scott replied. Looking closer, Katy saw it was actually a fairy.

“It’s beautiful!” she said putting her hand out. The fairy landed, then unsheathed a sword and plunged it deep into her palm. “Ow! That fairy stabbed me!”

“Why do you think I’m throwing stones at it?”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt of using both a butterfly and stones provided by the Carrot Ranch January 7 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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The Puddle to Another World (flash fiction)

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The Puddle to Another World

Sandra didn’t understand. When she looked into the puddle she saw a stone church reflected in the water, but there was no such church. It should have reflected the car park building that was actually there. Maybe there had been a church at that location in the past, she wondered.

Confused, she knelt down and touched the water. Her hand went through the puddle. To her surprise, she fell into the blue sky.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 73

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #112. I wasn’t planning on writing this now, but the idea just suddenly popped into my head…

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Dungeon Crawl (flash fiction)

Dungeon Crawl

Our party went further down the cavern until we heard voices, so we hid among the rocks. The fighter unsheathed his sword while I nocked an arrow getting ready to fire. The cleric gently put his hand on my arm.

“What are you doing my elven friend?”

“Getting ready to shoot. Those voices are from troglodytes. We must wipe them out.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because they’re evil.” I explained.

“Evil? And yet you’re the one breaking into their home planning to kill them all, including their children.” he replied. “So what does that make you?”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 95

This was written with the prompt troglodyte provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #189. In Dungeons and Dragons, troglodytes are a monster.

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The Reopening (flash fiction)

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The Reopening

“Is that supposed to be an elf?” The two of them incredulously looked up at the figure fixed to the streetlight. The other one shook her head.

“Is that what they really think of us? We leave the world for a few aeons and this is how they remember our people?” she asked disappointed.

“We left them to take care of the world, and they’ve fouled the air, water, and earth. And now they callously make fun of us. We should have never trusted them.”

“They’ll be surprised when the gates reopen across the world in a few days. I’ll love to see how they cope with our warriors, wizards, and our dragons.”

“Yes. Soon we’ll take back this world and they’ll regret these indignities.” They looked up at the figure one more time and turned away in disgust.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 139

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #110.

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Aalen’s Saga: The Hunter due out early 2021

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All going well I hope to have the e-book of Aalen’s Saga ready in January/February. I’m not sure what platforms it will be available on yet, but I’ll keep you posted on where it can be found. If this project is successful, then I have further ideas for e-books, so this could be the first of many.

Currently I have a friend who is an artist doing a cover and some interior artwork for the book.

If anyone is able to provide links with step by step instructions on how to make and publish an e-book that would be greatly appreciated 🙂

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©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Wolves (flash fiction)

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  Dire Wolf by deskridge

Wolves

Jenna was thrown while riding through the forest. Once she got to her feet, she heard growling. There before her was a dire wolf, which was why her horse had got spooked.

Jenna drew her dagger. No princess was going to end up being eaten, she thought defiantly. As the dire wolf advanced, Jenna heard more growling behind her…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 58 + prompt

This was written with the prompt dire provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #185.

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Confrontation (flash fiction)

Confrontation

Exploring the city, Aalen was surprised by how many different races were here. There were humans, dwarves, half-people, and even some human/elf hybrids living and working together in this city.

“You Elf!” A voice suddenly called out. Aalen turned to see a group of soldiers observing her.

“You talking to me?” Aalen asked while lightly touching one of her daggers.

“What are you doing in this city?” one asked.

“Just passing through.” Aalen told them. The soldiers kept a close eye on her as they moved on.

Soon the Baron would be dead, and she would be gone from here.

Joanne Fisher

This is the third and final gap filler for Aalen’s Saga. Shortly I hope to be getting this saga ready for a short e-book. What do you think would be the best title from the following?

I. Aalen’s Saga

II. The Hunter: Aalen’s Saga

III. Aalen’s Saga: The Hunter

IV. The Hunter

Please let me know which one you like best.

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©2020 Joanne Fisher

Destroyed (flash fiction)

Destroyed

Mekanot the Merciless returned to his hall to find it in ruins. In times past he had bent all other pixies, sprites, and fairies to his iron will. He was the Dark Lord of the forest and surrounding environs. His might was unassailable, or so he had thought.

There had been rebellion. All the free pixies and their allies had led a revolt against him. They had besieged his home and cast him out. He was defeated and then exiled.

Now years later, he returned unnamed and forgotten to his seat of power to find it broken and his dreams of a return to his past glories destroyed.

Joanne Fisher

 

 

Word count: 108

You never know what’s going on in the bottom of the garden… I thought the idea of a pixie dark lord was amusing.

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #105.

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©2020 Joanne Fisher