Soar High

72-08-august-10th-2014

 

Dana looked at the sky and however hard she tried, her eyes were transfixed there.

Four mighty majestic birds owned the sky creating patterns that made her spirit strong. As they maneuvered along the sky chasing each other and falling back, she felt a strange sense of feelings chase her own heart.

Little Dana looked at her brother who was watching them as well and wondered if even he felt what she was going through.

As the birds soared higher than her eyes could see and came down one last time she knew it had captured her spirit.

She knew she wanted to be the ones who flew them. She wondered what they called them.

Little did she knew she would be the first woman pilot to fly a fighter plane.

 

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Pieces

59-05-may-11th-2014

 

“Why did you cut the statue father sent me?”

“I can’t answer you honestly dear , so i am not gonna answer at all!”

“Why?? You think i don’t have the right to know?”

“You do , but i don’t have the courage to tell it..”

“Speak the truth!”

“You father is a cruel man , he sent the statue of Lady Cintedarell , the woman i loved before they brutally killed her. The statue remainds me of her pain , her love for me and i couldn’t see her whole. I couldn’t destroy it because your father had commanded that it shouldn’t destroyed. I had no choice,  i cut it into pieces.”

“My sorry…I didn’t know that.”

“Don’t be. We are but a captive of our own sorrow.”

 

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The Gift

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He loved her. That much was clear to him now.

He took a deep breath , waited for inspiration to flood him and took another to let out his doubt. He could do it , he had to.

All he had in front of him was a sea shell and some pebbles. The sea shell represented his memories and the pebbles , his pebbles of love.

 

It came , the need to gift his love , something special , something creative.

He was awake the whole night working on it , trying to paint on the shell , trying to tell the world that he had to do it , to convince himself he was special.

The paint spilt on his shirt , that didn’t bother him.The glue started a mild rash on his hands , that didn’t stop him.

 

It was ready in the morning , the delicate structure of love.

His gift.

To her.

His heart.

To her.

 

As he stood in front of the mirror he couldn’t but help notice it , the He was now Me.

 

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Nature

Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on the photo given. Your piece does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.You can participate here.

50-03-march-9th-2014

 

 

“Mark…Mark….?”

“Oh.. Hi Kathy , i was bit lost there , how are you?”

“I was actually worried about you. I am fine. Why are you standing here from the past three hours staring at the picture on the wall?”

“Because i have never seen anything more beautiful than this.”

“Well what’s this , a snapshot of nature?”

“It’s more than that actually. Listen i am gonna try and explain , i have been lost in this beauty. Do you see the reflection of the tree over , the synchronicity of their being , as if they are greeting each other from different words. Look at the water , so tranquil as if helping the tree serve a higher purpose. The wonder of creation , a creation’s wonder.”

“Well mark i do appreciate the beauty but i do not understand your words. It’s so weird.”

“I didn’t expect you to understand Kathy, did you notice the a flower there , a tiny beautiful white soul?”

“Well yes…”

“You seem like that to me , standing at a site of nature’s perfection , being a part of it yet ignorant of that beauty.”

“Mark?”

“Oh well come on let’s go , i know what i want to be in the future.”

“What?”

“Well , a photographer.”

 

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Moon Light

48-02-february-23rd-2014

 

 

” Look at him , isn’t he lovely?”

“Yes, son. He is”

“I wonder why he stays so lonely.”

“That’s because there isn’t anyone who truly understands what he does , maybe huh?”

“Dad he just gives us light.”

“Light ,maybe. Hope? Definitely.”

“Hope of what?” 

“Of a new phase in life , that we aren’t completed every time. There’s gonna be mistakes , difficulties , betrayals. But then once in a while we are full , we are who we are , that’s hope.”

“That’s a very different perspective dad.”

“Yes , but then guess why he is really so lovely and makes us what him.”

“No idea.”

“That son is a mystery to mankind. But i feel the closest answer is that he watches our loved ones while we sleep. That way we know they are safe. I always knew he was watching your mom even before i met her.”

 

 

 

Sunrise

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied below. If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words (usually called flash fiction). You can participate here.

46-02-february-9th-2014

 

 

Eegro was worried.

The sun was late and it never had been before , not in a thousand years.

” Seinter , assemble the Angels”  he ordered.

With a group of fifty Angels he entered the Dimension Portal to descend near the Sun. They were there in less than a second.

There was no breach , no war , no death.

There was no attack from the demons.

The Sun was not well. He did rise after a while but he wouldn’t be up for long and they all knew the end was getting near.

Eegro was more worried.

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The Fight: Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction prompt based on the photo supplied below. If you wish to take part, the idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 100-200 words . You can find the details here.

43-01-january-19th-2014 

 

 

 

“The King’s Fallen , run for your lives ” echoed the streets of Greithen , the once fabled kingdom.

Ser Friest , Ser Davouse and Ser Witemintes looked at each other , they were the only Knights left alive. Bruised and blooded they knew they couldn’t fight for long and escape wasn’t an option.

It was futile to kill all these small soldier , they made death look like a play.

They were noble but unyielding. And they had decided to fight.

Three people against an army? Well they were Knights. They gave their back against each other and stood harder than the ground.

The Salt King as they called him , watched them fight. His best soldiers didn’t stand a chance against them. As it turned out nor did his Knights.

They fought till their strength faded. Ser Witemintes fell first. He had killed more than The king could keep count.

A day after both the Knights fell , the land was drowning in the blood they had spilled.

The King was too dumbstruck by their bravery…..

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1500 years later there were the images of three unknown Knights on a stained Glass window in a town called Dover.

Coincidence? 

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