The Chosen One (flash fiction)

The Chosen One

There was a loud knock on the door. Clarice answered it to find a tall man with a long beard standing on her porch.

“Clarice Evans, would you like to join me on an adventure?” the Wizard asked.

“Ooh that sounds lovely dear! I’ll just go and get my coat.” Clarice replied. The Wizard waited patiently.

Clarice Evans may have been seventy four with a gammy leg, hard of hearing, and owned a preponderance of cats, but little did she know it was her destiny to defeat evil and usher in a new golden age of peace and enlightenment.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt of rethinking the hero provided by the Carrot Ranch April 8 Flash Fiction Challenge.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2021 Joanne Fisher

Yonder (flash fiction)

Yonder

“Over yonder hill is the way to Faerie.” my guide said pointing the way. “And over yonder river is your way home.”

“You really like the word yonder don’t you?” I laughed. They seemed displeased.

“And yonder road is where you can go to Hell.”

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 44 + prompt

This was written with the prompt yonder provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #202.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2021 Joanne Fisher

Bookwyrm (flash fiction)

Bookwyrm

I was traveling into the town of Framsburg, after being in the wilderness for some time. As I got nearer the town, the more people I saw running in the opposite direction. I ended up stopping a person and asking what was wrong.

“A dragon has invaded our town. It’s settled itself in the library.” he told me. That’s a shame, I thought. Framsburg was known for its great library and now it was probably going to all end up in flames from the dragon’s breath. Fancying myself to be a hero, I drew my sword and walked purposefully into the town.

When I got to the town’s centre, sure enough the Great Library had a hole in its side and smoke was drifting out. I inhaled slowly to settle my nerves and then strode in to the building. There in the centre all the books had been gathered into a vast pile, and a bronze dragon was sitting on top reading a book. The dragon looked down on me.

“This is the hero they send to chase me away? A young blonde-haired girl with a sword? Oh I’m so afraid.” the dragon said as he rolled his eyes. He then returned to his book.

“I thought dragons liked to sit on a vast horde of treasure.” I said to him.

“And I am. Take a look girl.”

“I don’t understand.” I replied. The dragon sighed and put his book down again.

“All books are treasures. Inside they contain knowledge not found anywhere else, or stories and poems that are unique and may never be seen again. It’s all worth far more than mere jewels or gold.” I pouted at his words. I had never read a book. I always left that to the wizards or clerics.

“You can’t eat a book, or buy weapons with it.” I argued.

“Yet a book can instruct you how to grow food, or even make your own weapons.” the dragon countered.

“So you like books.” I stated, only because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Like? I love books. I adore them. You could say I’m a bookworm.” the dragon replied.

“Or maybe a book-wyrm.” I quipped.The dragon laughed.

“Yes I see what you did there. Very funny. Now run along and let me continue reading, or I’ll eat you.” the dragon said.

I knew there was little I could do. I couldn’t defeat him on my own and there was no point in dying needlessly, so I left the dragon to his books. Maybe I should find some books to read myself, I pondered as I walked away.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt bookworm provided by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #318.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2021 Joanne Fisher

That’s No Butterfly (flash fiction)

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.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2021 Joanne Fisher

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.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2020 Joanne Fisher

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.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Aalen’s Saga: The Hunter due out early 2021

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 🙂

Please donate! 🙂

©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Wolves (flash fiction)

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.

Please donate! 🙂

©️2020 Joanne Fisher

Confrontation (flash fiction)

a5265

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.

Please donate! 🙂

©2020 Joanne Fisher

Destroyed (flash fiction)

b4362

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.

Please donate! 🙂

©2020 Joanne Fisher