Cindy walked along the path. Ahead of her Lucky had found something to investigate. The leaves were starting to fall and it was getting cooler. Soon winter would be here.
In only a few days the harvesting of their corn was about to begin. It was her and Jess’s main source of income and the money from it would be used to run the farm for the rest of the year until next harvest time, despite Jess’s various attempts at side projects. To have so much hinge on one harvest always made her anxious. What if something went wrong?
After the harvest, winter would come and she always looked forward to snuggling up with her wife for warmth. Jess was her girl, and she was hers… Then after winter they would sow the next crop. This was her life now. She breathed in the cooling air and breathed out contentedly.
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.
She looked at the ground. It was the first remains of civilisation she had seen in a few days. It wasn’t much, just pieces of what was once someone’s house she supposed. She looked through it to see if there was anything worth salvaging. Not finding much, she then scanned the area to see if there was anything else nearby, such as possible signs of other people.
Taking her pack off, she grabbed her water bottle and took a drink. Her pack was getting heavier from all the abandoned smartphones she had found and, for some reason, kept. She wondered how many others were left since the cataclysm. Those last days had been utterly terrible. Not in their wildest dreams had they expected Pokémon Go to bring about the collapse of civilisation…
The duck felt bewildered. One of those giants that stomped around on two legs had thrown a stick at him. Though they had wildly missed him, it was enough to be disconcerting. He had been happily floating on the water and even let out a few contented quacks, and then all of a sudden the creature had thrown the large stick his way while uttering some weird loud noise. Did he know the creature? Why was this creature so angry and displeased with him? Had he upset it some way? He floated on the water quietly and pondered his actions. What had led to this?
Word count: 106
I thought I would take a short break from my 13 Days of Samhain posts and write this.
Princess Nylah rode to their meeting place. She dismounted her steed. It remained motionless, it’s white horn catching the sunlight. She walked to the ruins hoping they were here.
“My lady!” a voice said once Nylah walked through the doorway. Nylah quickly turned and saw Selene was standing there dressed in her dark street clothes. She had short dark hair and a thin frame which allowed her to squeeze through the smallest gaps.
“We haven’t got long. My father wants me to meet a suitor. As if I would want to marry them. I’d rather marry you.” the Princess declared. Selene smiled.
“I don’t think your father would want that. If I was caught in your rooms again I’d be back in his dungeons.”
“But you’re the thief who stole my heart.”
“I can give it back.” Selene offered.
“I want you to keep it.” Nylah replied as they kissed.