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.

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Fear The Bald Man (flash fiction)

Fear The Bald Man

She sat on the edge of the bed covered in blood. Next to her lay a man split open from his throat down to his crotch. Already the police were there taking photographs of the bloody murder and closing down the crime scene. Detective Franks stood above her.

“Miss? I’m told your name is Mary. Can I call you that? Can you hear me? Why did you kill him?” he asked her in the hopes of getting a response from the almost catatonic woman.

“I didn’t kill him. It was The Bald Man.” Mary replied while still staring at the wall in front of her.

“The Bald Man?” asked Franks. She unexpectedly looked up at him.

“You’ve never heard of The Bald Man?”

“No I’m afraid not.”

“He’s not of this world. He can slide through walls and no where is safe from him. Once you’re his target, there is nothing you can do to escape his judgement.” Mary informed him.

“His judgement?”

“Yes he judges everyone he sees, and if they’re not worthy enough in his eyes he follows them, and when he finally has them he cuts them open and eats their insides.”

“I see. The problem I have is the only prints we’ve found belong to you and the victim here. The bloody knife on the floor has your fingerprints.” Franks told her.

“The Bald Man has no prints.” she replied.

“That’s convenient.”

“I had to use that knife to defend myself. The Bald Man doesn’t need a knife. His fingernails can grow out and they’re as sharp as razor blades. That’s how he cut open Justin.”

“Well we’re going to have to take you in as you’re the only suspect we have.” Franks declared. Mary looked up at him with her dark eyes.

“The Bald Man is coming for you too.”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt The Bald Man provided by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver Prompt #315.

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Ill Wind (flash fiction)

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Ill Wind

In 2036 it was virtually voted unanimously to ban saxophone playing within the confines of the Earth. From now on if anyone had any deep desire to play the instrument they had to go off-planet to one of the space stations orbiting above, so long as no one else could hear them.

Other instruments being considered for the ban include the accordion, ukulele, bagpipes, and bongo drums.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the photo prompt provided by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #341.

Photo courtesy of NASA.

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This Year’s Trip (flash fiction)

This Year’s Trip

Following the group she was traveling with out of the lift, she pouted all the while. What was the point of coming here? It was cold, isolated and there were no shops or little boutiques to check out. She wondered about her decision to take part in this group holiday. Next year she would travel alone and go somewhere where there was sun, sea, and sand. Still, at least she got to wear her new expensive fur coat on this trip…

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the photo prompt provided by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #334.

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The Small House (flash fiction)

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Photo by Oleg Oprisco

The Small House

 

I met this young woman with long red hair carrying a small house. She stood there in front of me.

“What is that?” I asked her.

“It’s my house.” she replied.

“It’s a bit small isn’t it?” She smiled when I asked that.

“Do you want to look inside it?” she asked.

“Sure.” I replied, deciding to humour her.

She set the house down on the ground, and then it suddenly grew until there was a large house with three storeys in front of me. At the side was a door, which I opened. As soon as I entered, I felt the house move upwards, like I was in a lift. Puzzled, I looked out the window and saw the house was now up in the air and all the buildings outside looked huge.

The ground floor had a kitchen and a living room, and when I went upstairs I found bedrooms. To my surprise, one of the rooms had half a dozen people in it huddled around talking. When I stood in the doorway, they all stopped talking and turned to look at me.

“I didn’t realise there were other people in here. Did she make the house increase in size for all of you too?” I asked them. One of them shook their head.

“No, she doesn’t make the house bigger, she makes you shrink.” she told me.

“What?” I asked in growing fear. “Does she let us out eventually?” The woman looked at me sadly.

“Like us, you’re now one of her pets.”

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #292. I think I’m a couple of days late for the challenge…

 

In other news I’ve done an edit of My Life In Darkness, in case the publisher I sent a sample of it to requests to see the entire manuscript. It is now around 500 words longer.

 

 

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