3 x 3 Sentence fics (17th July)

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Another scheduled post on the theme of 3 sentence fics for #writingwednesday! Hope you’re having a good one!

 

drama

“When I said less drama, more llama, I meant it in the metaphorical sense.”

“So….”

“So I didn’t expect to come home to find a llama grazing in the garden!”

 

caress

Over the concrete promenade, up the rough cut steps, following the steeper trail up the hill. Pause at the crest to watch the sun as it dips into the ocean. Welcome the sea breeze caresses as the day turns into night.

 

unexpected

“What noise do ducks make?” she asked the toddler who was clutching her finger in his fist as they stood at the edge of the water.

“Quack!”

The nearby mallard gave her a sideways glance and said, “Meow.”

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3 x 3 Sentence fics (10th July)

For #writingwednesday, 3 x 3 sentence fics based on prompts found at 300+ One-Word Writing Prompts by Michael Kwan at freelance-writing.

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Melody

The happy couples moved around the dance floor and he watched, enjoying the music.

“Dance with me?” Ben asked, holding out one hand.

He hesitated only a moment before accepting, letting Ben hold him close as they swayed to the melody, ignoring what anyone else in his family might think.

 

Family

“Ben’s cute,” she said, nudging her brother as they took the air outside, his jacket draped around her shoulder. She smiled, adding, “I think we share the same taste in men.”

He laughed, relieved at her easy acceptance of this part of his life, and said, “He’s mine, sis!”

 

Laughter

“Why are you laughing when I have you both at my mercy?” the villain asked, frowning, while the resistance leader, in chains next to the laughing man, was just as perplexed.

The anti-hero lifted his now free hands, a blade clutched in one, saying, “You don’t know me but I know how, after your adviser hired me to carry out an assassination, you ordered my murder. I survived and joined the resistance, let us get captured for this opportunity, the moment I finally take my revenge.”

 

3 x 3 sentence fics for July 3rd

For #writingwednesday, 3 x 3 sentence fics based on prompts found at 300+ One-Word Writing Prompts by Michael Kwan.

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Peace

The moon was full, the sky cloudless, the stars clear out here in the countryside. He took a deep breath of the cool night air. This was what he needed, a moment of peace.

Tenacious

The young girl picked herself up, dusted off her hands. She stood up the bike and climbed back on. Her mother smiled as the girl cycled all the way down the path this time.

Impress

“I’m not easy to impress, but you’ve succeeded.”

“So I’ve got the job?”

“No…I have something better in mind for someone with your talent.”

 

3 sentence fic: Signs of Spring

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A 3 sentence fic for the writing prompt “freshly cut grass” found at https://www.dailywritingtips.com/writing-prompts-101/

 

The first lawn cutting of the year marks a turning point, the green spring scent speaks of growth and good weather and of tending the garden. Spring is also evoked by the scent of compost , the feel of the rich earth on fingertips as plants are potted and beds weeded . Not forgetting the wonderful sight of rainbows made by watering the plants, their flowers unfurled to bask in the sunlight, attracting the buzzing bees and resplendent butterflies to taste their nectar.

 

3 sentence fic: Unusual Employment

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Alex did not date corporate types, tending to prefer the quirkier personalities of second-hand bookstore owners, llama farmers, chocolate tasters, hippotherapists, and teddy bear technicians.

This latest one though had, over a second whisky, said “demonologist” which at first sounded like dermatologist but no, he insisted, demonologist. That wasn’t really a thing, was it?

 

(Hippotherapist: Hippotherapists are also called therapeutic riding instructors and equine therapists. Hippotherapy is the practice of riding horses as a form of therapy for children and adults who experience disabilities. https://www.trade-schools.net/articles/unique-careers.asp)

 

3 x 3 sentence fics

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3 x 3 sentence fics for prompts at a 3 sentence ficathon.

Redemption

“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”

Bound in chains at the tyrant’s feet, the knight said, “I wanted to give you a chance to surrender, because I believe in redemption.”

The tyrant raised an eyebrow, and his sword, and said, “Well, sadly for you, I don’t.”

Gift

He leaned back, contented from the birthday feast, eyes tired and heavy, but she shook her head, saying, “I haven’t given you your present yet.”

She began to unlace her gown, then paused and asked, “Would you care to unwrap it yourself?”

All thoughts of sleep fled with a grin as he moved to accept his gift.

Beware

If you go into the forest, beware my child, for there are predators who may look pretty and speak gentle words but are deadly.

Stay off the paths and in the shadows and trust no human. Beware especially the ones who dress in red for they carry knives and kill wolves without hesitation.

Thanks for reading!
Note: these are edited from previous versions posted to my personal journal

Micro Fic #4

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Written for various challenge prompts:

Six word prompts

Dream:
Sun, sand, lapping waves; total contentment.

Nightmare:
She smiled, revealing sharp, deadly, fangs.

One sentence prompts

Start
Later, he’d look back and see that this, this single seemingly inconsequential action, was where it all began.

Fool
He fiddled with the bowtie, feeling like a fool; he’d honestly rather defuse a bomb than try to make small talk at some obnoxious gathering of the rich and privileged.

Exact drabbles (100 words)

You Can’t Be Serious
“Vampires.”

“I know what I saw.” Her face was serious, no hint of her usual sunny disposition in her tight lips and narrowed eyes. It seemed less and less likely that she was playing a trick on him and more and more likely that she was delusional.

“You can’t be serious.”

She nodded fervently. “I am. He is a vampire.”

“Vampires do not exist,” he protested, trying to reason with her. “They’re mythological creatures, fictions of our subconscious, symbols of our deepest desires and fears; sex, death, blood.”

“They don’t exist?”

“No.”

She pointed behind him. “Tell that to him.”

An awful dream

She climbs into his bed, her feet and hands freezing as she cuddles up against him. He turns, pulls her close. She’s shaking, and not just from the cold.

“You’re freezing.” He kisses her hair, wraps as much of his own body around her as he can. She shivers violently against him and he says nothing more, just whispering comforting noises.

When she’s warmer and calmer, he asks what’s wrong.

“I had the most awful dream.”

“What about?”

She shakes her head. “I can’t say. Not while it’s dark.”

So he simply holds her, and they both sleep until morning.

 

Thank you for reading! Likes, comments, and shares are all welcome.

Sorceress Apprentice micro fic (2)

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The one_sentence_only community has a number of prompt tables with the challenge to fill all the prompts with a single sentence. Here are five more fills from the fluff/romance table, written for my WiP novel Sorceress Apprentice.

Secret
“There were few secrets between us,” Emeri said, and Bryony again thought of how his closeness to his sister mirrored her bond with Kerine, and the agony of the separation he’d endured for so long that far outweighed the few weeks she would be parted from her sister.

Music
Bryony loved to listen to Emeri play the lyre, and she appreciated how it could be a distraction for him from his melancholy, losing himself in the notes and only as the tune finished remembering where he was or even that she was here with him and he was no longer alone.

Gift
“I know you don’t like it when I give you expensive things,” Emeri said hesitantly, gesturing to the family heirloom he had loaned her and recalling how Bryony had once accused him of trying to pay her for her affection which was freely given, “but I would dearly love for you to keep this necklace for it suits you, and I can think of no-one I would rather give it to.”

Roses
Bryony knew roses were often given as love tokens, adored their sweet scent and varied colours, but now she learnt of their many uses in magical workings and practical applications, rose hips, rose buds, and petals all having numerous purposes.

Whirlpool
Bryony dreamt of water, a rushing river, a whirlpool, the sea; her element was air and yet it seemed Emeri was right that water too called to her and that she might be a weather witch, a storm sorceress.

 

Sorceress Apprentice micro fic (1)

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The one_sentence_only community has a number of prompt tables with the challenge to fill all the prompts with a single sentence. Here are five fills from the fluff/romance table, written for my WiP novel Sorceress Apprentice.

Happiness
Bryony stared up at the cloudless sky; she was full of food and wine, the sun was warm and the breeze gentle, the blanket was soft beneath her and Emeri was asleep alongside her, and she was happy.

Dancing
It was her childhood dream, long put aside, but now she was to dance the ritual dance with the sorcerer himself in front of the whole village, and Bryony was overwhelmed at the chance, yet afraid she might embarrass herself or, worse, Emeri.

Hyper
She was too anxious, too excited, too overwrought to sleep, for the magic was still humming in her blood.

Candles
She used a match to light the candles on the dining table for fire magic was not her element, and with her inexperience she thought she could do something terrible like set the tablecloth ablaze if she attempted to light them with a spell.

First Kiss
He gave her a look of longing and impulsively Bryony leaned in before she could doubt herself and pressed her lips to his.

Micro Fic #3

For the writerverse one sentence fic prompts.

Prompt: daybreak

Dawn came early, not with rosy fingers but with grey clouds threatening rain as befitted a British summer.

Prompt: compass

He finally realised that a compass is merely a tool can tell you which direction you’re facing, but not where you want to go, or ought to.

Prompt: proposition

It wasn’t a great offer but between the devil and the deep blue sea, he chose the devil, for he was unable to swim.

Prompt: cowboys

Rock singers and US football players and feckless tradesmen may lay claim to the name, but he always thought of cowboys as Stetson wearing animal herders, American pioneers, and wished he could have the chance to ride with them.

Prompt: friendship

In an attempt to cheer me up, he showed up with a DVD, a pizza, and a bottle of wine, and really, what more could I ask for?

Prompt: giggle

Laughter escaped her lips in a sudden giggle and in the face of amusement, her fear fled.