Cancelled Flight (flash fiction)

Cancelled Flight

Princess Saphielle woke up excitedly. Today she was flying across the Broken Sea to the Kingdom of Strasal on her gold dragon Vanarth. There was a knock on her door. It was her servant, Tialha.

“Your highness Vanarth has dragonpox and cannot fly today.” Tialha informed her.

“What?!” Saphielle exclaimed. She ran to the dragon roost, and sure enough, Vanarth had red spots all over her golden scales.

“You could always fly on Ommyth.” Tialha suggested.

“My life is so terrible!” Saphielle wailed. She wouldn’t look so impressive flying on a silver dragon. The flight would have to wait.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt cancelled flight provided by the Carrot Ranch November 25 Flash Fiction Challenge.

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Outlaw (flash fiction)

Outlaw

He was an outlaw. We all knew that. Every time he robbed a rich merchant or some lord, he would come to our village and give us coins, not really to help us, but so we would keep silent. Not that we could say anything anyway. If the authorities knew he was giving us money, then we would be in trouble too. Besides, once the outlaw and his band of cutthroats were in the forest, no one could find them.

Every time the outlaw robbed someone, sure enough the Sheriff and his soldiers would come to our village wanting information, but of course there was nothing to tell them. Sometimes this angered the Sheriff and some of the villagers would be dragged off to his dungeons till they talked, but they couldn’t really tell him anything, and so we would never see them again. We hated the Sheriff and wouldn’t want to help him anyway. Even if we could. All we really wanted was to be left alone, by both sides, so we could tend our fields in peace. Though he gave us coins, we also hated the outlaw for putting us in this position in the first place.

Joanne Fisher

My dad loved Robin Hood stories. I don’t think he would like my take on it though. Just trying to look at the stories another way…

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The Price of Victory (flash fiction)

The Price of Victory

Meela gazed into the clouds. Today she had led a lightning raid into the Empire’s capital to destroy their fleet of sky-ships. The raid was successful and the Empire’s fleet was now just burning wreckage, but of all the ships Meela had led into battle only her ship, the Crimson Vengeance, had survived. Many of her friends had died today, and sometimes the price of victory was too heavy to pay…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 70 + prompt

This was written with the prompt empire provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #234.

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Victory Uncertain (flash fiction)

Victory Uncertain

The legion marched through the ice towards the Black Fortress where the Winter Queen sat on her obsidian throne. The commander knew it was unlikely they would prevail, but they had to try…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 32 + prompt

If only this prompt had been longer, I could have had a lot of fun with it…

This was written with the prompt legion provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #231.

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The Witch’s Anger (flash fiction)

The Witch’s Anger

It was a dare.

My friends dared me to sneak into the witch’s house in the woods and steal something. Being somewhat foolish, I took up their challenge. I hid among some trees near her house. When she went off somewhere, that was when I made my move. I snuck in to her house.

The first thing I saw was all the jars and potions and the cauldron on the hearth. I grabbed a piece of amethyst, the nearest thing to hand, and quickly left, but I didn’t get far. As soon as I crept out of the house, I saw the witch standing there looking at me bemused. I fell to my knees and apologised, but she was unimpressed.

I became immobile. I could still see, but could no longer move or speak. I have no idea what she has turned me into. I hope she forgives me soon…

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #151.

Um, whoever has been visiting my Contact page over the last couple of days, could you please leave a message next time? I end up sorting through my emails and finding nothing. You could say “I like your blog” or “You suck” or whatever, just say something please…

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A Sorceress Walks Through the Gate (flash fiction)

A Sorceress Walks Through the Gate

Melissa walked through Cindy’s grandmother’s farm. After Cindy’s grandmother had died, the farm had been abandoned, and it was now all overgrown. Obviously Cindy’s parents weren’t interested at all in the upkeep of it. As Melissa walked down a path, she saw a shimmering in the air in front of her. Curious, she walked through it and found herself somewhere completely different, much to her surprise.

Babradon looked wide-eyed in surprise and quickly hid among some bushes. The Sorceress had just casually walked through the gate and set foot in Faerie! He didn’t have the power to repel her. Not of that magnitude. He shivered in fear. The Queen would know about this.

“Where the hell am I?” Melissa asked the empty air. As she looked around she saw something quivering in the bushes. “You! Who are you?” The figure reluctantly revealed itself. It looked like a little bearded man. “And what are you?”

“My name is Babradon. I’m a gnome.”

“A gnome? Have I gone crazy?”

“No I don’t believe so. You’re in Faerie.” Babradon explained.

“Fairy?” Maybe she was going crazy like Cindy’s grandmother had. Talking to fairies… She surveyed the verdant land around her. The air was fragrant with flowers she had never seen before.

“I’m sorry, but you’re not welcome here.” Babradon said with all the strength he could muster. “Not without the Queen’s leave.”

“Not welcome? Why not?”

“People like you just aren’t.” Melissa looked around. She would love to explore this new place, but obviously she wasn’t wanted, as usual. Was it because she was human? Or a female? Or lesbian? She hated it when places were exclusive, and fairyland it seemed was no different.

“Okay I’ll go then.” she said dejectedly. Babradon breathed a sigh of relief. She walked back through the gate.

Babradon knew he would soon hear the hoofbeats of the Queen’s emissaries, and they would demand to know what had just happened. Another thought occurred to him: that maybe the Sorceress had no idea what she was. Whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, he did not know.

Joanne Fisher

Just something I wrote for fun… This probably takes place a very short time before Jess Waits.

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The Witch’s House (flash fiction)


The Witch’s House

The brother and sister were lost in the forest. They chanced upon an old tumbledown cottage. After they hurriedly knocked, the door creaked open to reveal an old woman standing there.

“Yes?” she asked.

“We’re lost and cold and hungry. Can you help us?” the girl asked.

“Come in my lovelies! I’ll soon get you warm.” She led the children to her kitchen where a large cauldron bubbled on the fire.

“Please don’t put us in the cauldron!” wailed the boy.

“Put you in the cauldron? What do you think I am? I was going to give you bowls of hot nourishing soup.” the old woman replied.

“But aren’t you a witch?” asked the girl.

“Yes I am a witch, but I’m not a psychopath!”

Joanne Fisher

Since my previous post has been largely ignored, maybe you’ll like this one better.

I originally wrote this for a prompt, but it was way too long.

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Answers (fiction)

Answers

Cindy was wandering along a path, not really noticing where she was going. Her recent miscarriage was the only thing in her mind at the moment. She chanced upon Hidnoot, the gnome who helped around the farm. He looked up at her sadly.

“I’m sorry to hear of your misfortune my lady.” He said.

“Thanks Hidnoot.” Cindy replied.

“Babradon wants to see you.” he told her.

“Okay.” she acknowledged.

It was several days before she got around to visiting Babradon. She assumed he just wanted to offer his condolences, as everyone did at the moment. After she went through the portal, she sat down beside him.

“Thanks for coming to see me.” Babradon said. “I’m sorry about the loss of your child.” As soon as he said that, Cindy broke down and began crying again. Babradon quietly waited for Cindy’s wailing to subside. “I need to tell you something.”

“What do you need to tell me?” Cindy asked after wiping away her tears.

“There’s a reason why you and your family line can freely walk through the gates to Faerie.”

“I thought we just had a special gift.” Cindy told him.

“It’s deeper than that. It’s because you all have fey blood in you.”

“What?” asked Cindy surprised.

“Somewhere in your family line, an ancestor probably, was someone from Faerie. A high elf I suspect.” Babradon revealed. “The Outer World these days is not a good place for the fey to reproduce. If you want to carry a child to full term, you are going to need help.”

“Help? From whom?”

“Beyond the forest is a wondrous city. When you’re able to journey again, I suggest following the forest path until you come to this city. You can ask the Elven Queen for help.”

“And she’ll help me?” asked Cindy doubtfully.

“I don’t see why not. She helped your grandmother carry your father to full term.” Babradon informed her. Cindy looked at him surprised.

“You said my family line all has fey blood. Does that mean my father could also see the fey world and come through the gate here too?”

“Yes he could, but he chose not to. I think he decided to live in a very narrowly defined world. The fey world scared him.”

“He threw me out of the house for being gay.” Cindy commented.

“Yes it was a very narrow world.” Babradon replied. “One thing: if you do ever decide to visit the Queen, take plenty of silver, true-silver if you have any.”

“Why?”

“For tribute.”

“How could I ever go there? What would I say to Jess?” Cindy asked.

“Tell her the truth. She’s been here. She’s seen Faerie.” Cindy’s mouth dropped open to Babradon’s news.

“When did this happen?”

“A couple of months ago now. I opened the gateway so she could come through. I thought it would be better for your relationship if she knew the truth.”

“How come she hasn’t told me?”

“Maybe she doesn’t know how, or maybe she’s still processing it. A lot of momentous things have happened in both your lives recently. Give her time.” Babradon counseled. Cindy nodded. She would need to think about all of this, and maybe being able to have a child hadn’t been taken away from her after all…

Joanne Fisher

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Hiding (flash fiction)

Hiding

All she had done was decide to take a walk in the sunlight. That was all. She didn’t think it would lead to problems such as her having to run away in terror when those creatures unexpectedly appeared. Then they had chased after her, making all manner of noises while doing so. It was terrifying.

Now she was hiding in the tall grass looking out for them. Once she decided the coast was clear, she would quietly make her way back home, hoping they wouldn’t spot her. At least her home was underground where they hopefully would never find it, those strange bipedal creatures that seemed to multiply at a staggering rate on the surface. Every time she came back up here, there always seemed to be so many more of them…

Maybe next time she would fly. It was probably time she used those old leathery wings of hers again.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 150

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #144.

Don’t ask me what the creature is…

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The Forgotten (flash fiction)

The Forgotten

“So let me get this straight: she buys us, arranges us into decks, and then puts us into boxes, and that’s it. I thought we’d be more active.” Rofellos commented.

“I know. We all thought that. I really miss battle.” the Bloodbraid Elf replied.

I’m a Planeswalker, and all I do is sit around in this box.” Chandra complained as she flicked her long red hair out of her eyes. “I’m meant to be seen!”

“I want to breathe fire and destroy my enemies.” the Shivan Dragon chimed in.

“I’ve yet to see a battle.” the Dragonmaster Outcast stated.

“Be quiet all of you!” Radha ordered them. “As the Commander of this deck I need you all to be battle ready. All this complaining will hurt morale.”

“Trust the Commander to be loyal to the end.” Rofellos said rolling his eyes.

“At least she puts us in plastic sleeves and stores us in a box to keep us safe and protected. And she does take us out to look at occasionally.” Radha pointed out.

“Yes it’s always nice to get out of here, if only for a short time.” Chandra agreed.

“Still it would be nice to have a fight occasionally. Maybe we could fight one of her other decks sometime.” the Dragonmaster Outcast wondered.

“How about all those vampires in the box under us? I know they’re spoiling for a fight.” the Bloodbraid Elf suggested.

“We’ll see.” Radha told them.

Suddenly the box they were in moved, and the lid opened. Maybe this time there would be a battle…

Joanne Fisher

This was just me musing about how I never play Magic anymore. Over the years I must have spent a lot of money on these cards *sigh*. Still, this isn’t the first time I’ve written about Magic the Gathering. The Battle is another.

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