The Reopening (flash fiction)

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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The Truce (flash fiction)

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The Truce


The Queen of Elfland and the Lord of the Shadow-world met in secret at the crossroads between their two realms. Their advisors knew they were discussing the delicate truce that lay between them.

They sat a table in a quiet corner. The Elf-Queen wore a cloak hiding her radiance, while her adversary had black leather armour that blended with his pitch-black skin.

“My Lady, it is good to see you.” The Lord said.

“Yes my Lord. Many leaves have fallen since I beheld you.” She replied looking into his dark face.

“The things we have to do to conceal our love.” He sighed.

The Queen smiled.


Joanne Fisher


Word count: 106


This was written with the prompt delicate provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #123.


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The Black Arrow (flash fiction)



The Black Arrow


Aalen found herself in a thicket. Coming into a clearing she found two dead bodies before her. Both human soldiers dressed in similar garb to the ones she killed on the borders of her land. Probably scouts of some kind. One had an arrow through his throat, while the other had one through the right eye. Pinpoint accuracy. Both arrows were painted black. She was unaware of anyone who did this. The fact that someone else was also hunting the soldiers Aalen took as a sign she was doing the right thing. Somewhere out there she had an ally.


Joanne Fisher


This was written with the prompt of using a sign in some way provided by the Carrot Ranch February 7 Flash Fiction Challenge.

Aalen’s journey can be followed here: 1. Hidden 2. Returning 3. Burying the Dead 4. The Shoreline


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Burying The Dead (flash fiction)



Burying The Dead


Aalen cut down all the bodies from the trees in the village. She spent the day burying her kin in the village outskirts. Every time saying a prayer to the Goddess while wiping away tears. She removed the sacred crystal shards from around the neck of the village Elder and buried her last. She cupped the largest one in her hands praying for a way to find the killers of her people. The shard glowing brilliantly in her hands showed the way. A rage filled her heart. She grabbed all her weapons and followed the path she had seen.


Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This follows the previous flash fiction Hidden and Returning.

This was written using the prompt shards for the Carrot Ranch January 24 Flash Fiction Challenge.


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Returning (flash fiction)




Something seemed strange when Aalen returned to her village in the heart of the forest. She had been on the borders of their land helping repel an attack from the humans. It was too quiet and Aalen couldn’t see any sentries hiding up in the trees with her sharp eyes. Then Aalen cried out dropping to her knees in despair.

In the centre of the village where there was a natural colonnade formed by a double row of trees were all the villagers hanging from them. All of them dead.

The attack on the borders had been a diversion.

Joanne Fisher


This was written with the prompt of colonnade from the January 17 Flash Fiction Challenge by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch.


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Hidden (micro fiction)


She was up in one of the trees hidden by the branches. As she stood at the base of a large branch with her back against the trunk she watched a band of humans about to enter the forest below her. The way they were armed suggested they were a raiding party heading for her village still some miles away from here.

As soon as they set foot into her land she knocked an arrow and then aimed her longbow at one of the men. She knew her companions in the other trees would be doing the same. None of these trespassers would survive. She waited for the signal.

Joanne Fisher

This was written due to a prompt from The Dragonspire to write a story using the word hidden.

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