Waiting (flash fiction)

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Waiting

 

“We’re going to have to wait, The Baron is away for a few days.” Ashalla informed her.

“I can wait.” Aalen replied looking around the crowded streets. She hadn’t realised there were so many people in this city. Where did they all come from?

They were standing in the city’s square. Above them all rose the Baron’s Keep like a giant solitary black tooth. Aalen spied the walls of the fortifications. She reckoned she could scale them with no problems, and she thought Ashalla could do the same.

Revenge would come. She could wait. What was a few days?

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s story: previous episode

 

This was written with the prompt waiting provided by the Carrot Ranch June 20 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Gates of the City (flash fiction)

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Gates of the City

 

“What are your names?” The sentry asked.

“My name is Ashalla of Woodhall.”

“My name is Aalen Liadon.”

As soon as she spoke the sentry looked her.

“Please remove your hood miss.” He ordered.

Aalen complied revealing her long golden hair and bright green eyes.

“You’re one of the forest folk.” The sentry stated. “And presumably the wolf is yours?” Vilja stood there with his tongue hanging out.

“He’s my companion. He’s good-natured and won’t harm anyone unless provoked.”

“Okay.” The sentry said. He waved them through.

As Vilja bounded through the narrow streets many small hands patted him.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s story: previous episode

 

This was written with the prompt many hands provided by the Carrot Ranch June 13 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Portents (flash fiction)

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Portents

 

Aalen was suspended above the Bloodwood, the most ancient and sacred tree in their forest. The tree was part of their spring rites when they celebrated the fertility of their people and the forest. As she hung there she noticed there was huge crack in the Bloodwood that went down the entire tree, as if it was ready to split open.

Aalen awoke with a start. She could hear Ashalla softly breathing beside her. Vilja was curled up beside the glowing embers. Bleary-eyed she got up realising they hadn’t set a watch. In the dark she pondered the dream.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s Story: previous episode

 

This was written with the prompt tree provided by the Carrot Ranch May 16 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Towards the City (flash fiction)

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Towards the City

 

As Aalen, Ashalla, and Vilja got nearer to the city they saw the land become more cultivated and ordered.

“How many years do your people usually live?” Ashalla asked.

“We don’t measure time the same way as you.” Aalen replied. “So I don’t know. As we get older our responsibilities increase. I helped protect the borders, so little was expected of me, but if I survived I would have eventually become an Elder of the village who were the sources of our wisdom and knowledge.”

Aalen looked out at the land. She knew that future was gone for her.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s story: previous episode

 

This was written with the prompt of growing older provided by the Carrot Ranch May 9 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Night Watch (flash fiction)

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Night Watch

 

They had spent the entire day walking south and now they were both exhausted. In the darkest part of the night Aalen kept watch. She could see quite well in the starlight.

She looked at the sleeping form of Ashalla covered in a blanket. She had grown fond of this human. She would never have thought that possible. All her life she had been trained to keep humans out of their forest, or to hunt them down if they dared to enter. And now she was friends with one. Maybe they weren’t all as bad as she’d been told.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s story: previous episode

 

This was written with the prompt exhaustion provided by the Carrot RanchΒ April 25 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Heading South (flash fiction)

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Heading South

 

Aalen and Ashalla traveled southwards. Aalen could hear Vilja ahead bounding along.

“In my village we do what we’re best at. If you’re good at protecting the borders than that’s what you do. It doesn’t matter if you’re female or male.” Aalen said.

“Where I’m from it tends to be the men that are the hunters and use bows. When I told my parents I wanted to be a hunter it raised a few eyebrows.” Ashalla responded.

“Why do you only let men be hunters? Do human bows need penises to operate them?” asked Aalen.

Ashalla laughed out loud.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s story: previous episode

 

This was written with the prompt gender provided by the Carrot Ranch April 18 Flash Fiction Challenge.

 

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Attack! (flash fiction)

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Attack!

The sentries were taken out silently. Aalen and Ashalla moved quickly into the camp. In the center was a fire-pit still burning. While Ashalla took care of the drunken stragglers Aalen spied the largest tent and silently went inside.

She roused their leader awake. He looked confused.

“I thought we had killed you all.” he said.

“Why destroy my village?”

“I was only acting under orders. We wanted your forest for timber but we knew your people wouldn’t like that. So we decided to get rid of you. The Baron sent us.”

Aalen stuck her knife in his throat.

Joanne Fisher

Aalen’s Story: previous episode.

This was written with the prompt fire provided by the Carrot Ranch April 4 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Flash Fiction Challenge #2: Track

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This is my second monthly Flash Fiction Challenge. Your goal is to write a piece of fiction, poem, or an extract from a longer story that uses the world track (or tracks, tracked, tracking, etc.) in 100 words exactly. Either use it as a noun or a verb. If you do this challenge please leave a link to it in the comments or a pingback. Have fun with it πŸ™‚

 

Stand-Off

 

There was a figure hiding in the bushes. Aalen knew they had an arrow trained on her, just as she had one trained on them. With her heart beating loudly she slowly rose. The other figure did the same. It was a human female with long black hair.

“My name is Aalen. I’m tracking some humans who slaughtered my village.”

“My name is Ashalla. Also known as The Black Arrow. I’m hunting down this group of soldiers too.”

Though her heart was full of hate Aalen slowly lowered her bow. Ashalla did the same. They both stared at one another.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Aalen’s story: previous episode

 

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