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.
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!”
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.
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…
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?”
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.
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 🙂
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.
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.