The House of Conrí

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Sometimes names are just names. Sometimes they are symbolic. Sometimes they’re more than that.

Thomas was thrown to the stone floor at the base of the steps. Despite his shackles he struggled to his knees, refusing to lie there complacent. He raised his bruised face defiantly and curled his lip, though that made the blood flow afresh.

“Your name?”

“Thomas Daniel,” he said proudly. He was named Thomas for his grandfather, a great hunter, and the family of Daniel had long served the rightful king. “Who are you?”

The woman sat on the throne atop the dais regarded him with brown eyes that were filled with distaste. “I am Queen Ameris, ruler of the House of Conrí.”
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Birdseed (exact drabble)

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Birdseed

“If you’re so hard up then why do you buy birdseed?” he asks, puzzled.

“Because it’s relatively inexpensive for the benefits I get. I put a handful out every day,” she says. “And the birds come and eat it. Pigeons, blackbirds, robins, sparrows, and crows. They wait for me now, eager each morning. I get to watch them peck at the seed. I know some are nesting in the nearby bushes. It gives me a sense of communion with nature. I know it’s a small thing and hardly earth changing. But it makes me feel useful. As if I matter.”

Words & Phrases (March 2017)

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Something all writers love is words, and we delight in finding the right turn of phrase to express ourselves. As a reader, I also enjoy discovering new words and concepts whether it’s from a published work, an indie short story, a fanfiction, something I heard on a TV show, or a word discovered in a news article. This is a list of some of the things I’ve learnt over the past months.
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Prose Poem: unburdening

“I’m scared,” he says “after what happened last time.”
But there was no response.

“I’m scared,” he says, “after what happened last time.”
“Did you see this thing I did?” the man said as if no words had been spoken.

“I’m scared,” he says, “after what happened last time.”
“Yeah, sure, it’ll be fine,” the woman said barely listening.

“I’m scared,” he says, “after what happened last time.”
“What happened last time?” she asks.

And allows him to finally share his fears.

Flash Fiction: The Dragon Savers

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A flash fiction fantasy tale for a series of prompts (see notes at close of fic)

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Once upon a time there was a fearsome dragon. It had lived peaceably near a village for years, the two separated by a thick forest. The dragon hunted mostly in the woods at night, and slept in the cave at the foot of the mountain range where few people travelled.

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Ficlet: Drinking in the Moon

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“I’m thinking of calling it the ‘Steak and Slayer’,” JJ said, staring up at the currently empty frame atop the signpost. The previous sign was already long gone and the metal post had been given a fresh coat of paint. “With a picture of a stake and the font from ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’, and hope Joss Whedon doesn’t find out.”

“I like the pun for a pub serving steaks. But I think you should call it the Moon,” Alex mused.

“Why?”

“So I can say ‘Oh, I was just drinking in the moon’ which sounds romantic, even spiritual.”

“It will be true. Just not those sort of spirits.”

Alex laughed. “And people can say ‘I’m going to the Moon tonight.’ It’s fun.”

“Short-lived romances can be summed up by the walk to and from the village as ‘I loved you to the Moon and back’,” JJ suggested.

“We need a toy bovine to throw,” Alex said suddenly and they said in unison, “because the cow jumped over the Moon!”

Ficlet: Beached

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Title: Beached
Fandom: Original fic
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 302
Prompt: For the thirty days of fiction meme prompt #2 Write a scene with a drunken mythological creature
Summary: Drinking rum and swimming in the ocean isn’t the best idea – but not for the reason you might think
Notes: While this is intended be readable as a one-shot, it got longer than anticipated so I’ll be writing more of this universe for the prompt meme; all will be tagged c: nala
“Lookit me,” shrieked Nala. “I’s a pirate.” She waved the bottle around in her right hand, her seashell bracelet jangling against the glass.

Sera, sitting on a rocky outcropping, shook her head. Every time there was a shipwreck her sisters seemed to lose all common sense. Raina was still hunting for survivors (which would have been commendable if it were simply out of the goodness of her heart and not a search for a suitor), Tayla had been collecting up all the shiny flotsam, and Erra had nearly got herself tangled up in the rigging three times while exploring the wreck.

Nala had found the galley and helped herself to all of the rum she could find. She now floated on her back, hair spread out behind her like seaweed. She was staring at the sky as the sun rose, turning the clouds a beautiful, if ominous, rose-pink.

“Nala,” Sera called urgently, spotting the drunken girl floating away from her. “Nala, look out.”

“What?” Nala turned onto her front and saw the reason for Sera’s concern. “Oh, don’t worry. I is a pirate, right?”

“No, you are not,” Sera yelled. “Get back here right now!”

Nala raised herself up in the water and spread her arms wide, sending sea spray flying in all directions and the now empty bottle off into the waves. “Look, I have a legs.”

And then a large wave grabbed her from behind and threw her unceremoniously onto the beach.

“Nala!”

Nala spat sand from her mouth. “Oof,” she complained.

Sera shook her head in dismay. The tide had already turned. If Nala didn’t get back into the sea soon, she’d be trapped until the next high tide. “Into the water, you foolish child,” Sera called.

The only thing worse than a drunken mermaid was a beached one.


originally posted at my fic blog  Image made by me in Photoshop with a personal photo used as a base.