“You should put that dog of yours on a leash!” the man complained. Jess retrieved Lucky who had been investigating the park and rejoined the picnic. She looked over at Cindy who was munching on some grapes.
“Did we bring enough food? You seem especially ravenous today.”
“Well I am eating for two. It’s legit you know.” Cindy replied.
“So you’re not using your pregnancy as an excuse to pig out then?”
“Of course not.” Cindy replied innocently as she tucked into another sandwich.
All of the village’s warriors stood waiting on the shoreline while their leader looked out across the water from further up.
“The Seer said the raiders would attack today. Expect to see their longboats at any moment.” He warned them all. They all stood there looking out at the water. Some were armed with bows, some with spears, and a select few had swords and other weapons such as flails at the ready. They waited for hours, but saw no sign of a war party approaching.
“Are you sure the Seer got the right day?” one of them eventually asked.
“She’s usually extremely reliable.” The leader replied. “Maybe she was wrong about today.” No sooner had he said that then there was a sudden rough tapping on his left shoulder…
Word count: 130
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #134.
Over the weekend we had quite bad flooding here from four days of intense rain. To add to this we’ve also had a few shakes. I guess the local faultline is just letting us know not to forget it… They still give me flashbacks to February 22 2011… So I’m feeling a bit frazzled at the moment.
A team was sent to investigate the planet’s surface. They found an inordinate amount of tiny flying insects everywhere they went. After taking off their protective visors they were swarmed by them. They signaled for immediate retrieval.
“What’s with the red eyes?” the commanding officer asked when the team returned onboard. They didn’t say a word, but opened up their sample boxes and suddenly the entire ship was engulfed with tiny insects.
Once the spaceship was under the insects control, via their human hosts, the insects now planned to explore the rest of the galaxy, and take it over.
In the morning Cindy quickly got out of bed and went outside to check her new herb garden. Yesterday she had planted some basil, mint, sage, and parsley by the homestead, and that was only the beginning of her plans for it.
“Whatcha doing my love?” Jess asked as she came outside onto the porch drinking some coffee. Cindy looked up at her.
“I’m just checking to see how the herbs I planted yesterday are doing.” Cindy told her.
“It’s not that I don’t admire the view, but don’t you think you should have put some clothes on first?”
The Holy Pigeon often looked down from the cathedral observing all the pious believers below as they walked in and out of the building. Then he would launch into the air to bestow his own blessings on the believers. He usually aimed for the head, but sometimes it landed on their shoulders, or very occasionally, missed them entirely. The people didn’t seem terribly happy when they were chosen, but they failed to understand that it was a great honour for them to be marked this way.
On this day the pigeon looked down at the crowd again wondering which follower they would bless today…
As Rowan was getting married, her friends organised a hen night which finished as a pub crawl through the town.
“It’s hard to believe.” Elizabeta told Rowan.
“I know! Who would have thought?” Rowan replied.
“Still, he’s from a good line. Can I get you a drink?”
“Actually I’m feeling really ravenous.” Elizabeta smiled.
“Follow me.” she said. They went outside and Elizabeta lured a passerby into the shadows. Then they both bit into him and gorged on his blood.
“Do you think we should leave some for the others?” Rowan asked.
“They can get their own!” Elizabeta declared.
This was written with the prompt to write a story about party hens provided by the Carrot Ranch May 6 Flash Fiction Challenge. I’m not really that into anthropomorphising, so I decided to stretch it to mean hen night or hen party which is a term used here, and in the UK, and Australia for a party held for a woman about to be married. In the United States they use the term bachelorette party for this instead…
I’m not going to be posting as often as I used to here. I feel like I need a break…