“If you could even begin to comprehend where I’ve come from, you would be terrified of me.” I took in the grey-haired woman in front of me. All in greens and browns she was dressed, but wore a cloak of ox blood red. Her hair was entwined with holly berries; a crown of red aboveContinue reading “Flash Fiction: A Crown of Grey and Red”
May has been a month of fiction started, but not necessarily finished. The reason for this is that the stories were written either for Patreon (part 4 of The Box of Secrets) or the writing course I am currently taking through The Open University and FutureLearn.
This story was written for Cracked Flash Fiction last week. The prompt was “You’re my favourite monster”.
“The Sewer Rat” was written for the final Cracked Flash Fiction competition of 2016. In this competition.
She watched the Moon from the cracks in the wall of the tower where she was kept prisoner every night. Tendrils of light escaped through the cracks where she pressed her eye against the wall.
I would find sanctuary with the witches. The thought raced through my mind as I ran into the dark forest. Behind me I could still hear the villagers shouting, telling me how they would kill me if they ever saw me again.
“Next time we meet, one of us will be dead.” He lifted the cup of poison-laced whiskey and gulped it down before a swift death claimed him…
This is another entry for Cracked Flash Fiction, a weekly challenge and competition where you get the first sentence and 300 words with which to finish your story. (You are allowed to tweak the first sentence; for instance turning it into dialogue, and in this case I substituted an exclamation mark for a full stop.)Continue reading “Flash Fiction: Metamorphosis”
He found her at the base of a stone angel, almost appearing to be part of it. Her grey roots folded around the statue while one single pearl-white bloom turned its head towards the moon, seeking its silver light.
“There are many types of honour.”