My #WiPW for #NaNoWriMo

It's Work In Progress Wednesday but... it's also something else. The past few weeks WiPW has been host to some fabulous guest posts but, right now, I'm letting you all read a post just from me. I'd booked out today for myself, not because I'm selfish, but because, not only is today a Wednesday, but …

War Dragon: A 3LT

Dead. Finally, it was dead. Her breathing heavy, her body coated in a vile mixture of bile and blood, she slumped against the corpse of the War Dragon. The reptiles body would remain here forever, its skeleton too big for mortal hands to move, but, at long last, its reign was over; it would bring …

The Furnace: A 3LT

  The flames licked up through the sockets, dancing between teeth and flashing behind nostrils. The rest had already burnt away; turned to ash in the intense furnace heat. Finally, he was gone, she thought, but still... she didn't trust the flames. ***** This one took a fair few iterations... but here we are. Thanks to Sonya and …

Tower White: A 3LT

The stairs coiled round, cold, frictionless, making the ascent a harder task than they had ever predicted. Tower White had been their destination for too long; they had celebrated when they’d reached its carved, crystal base. Never once had they considered the climb. ***** Well, would you look at that! Two Three Line Tale's in …

The Switch: #Writespiration #12

The Switch pulsated; bright, rainbow light breaking into the pitch black room. Everything about it was as exciting as it was mysterious. Still, some part of her resonated with it, as though her life had lead her to this moment, and, deep down she somehow knew that it had to be pressed. ***** This prompt …

At The End: A Monday Motivations

I cowered, hunched against the cold, metal corridors of the ships interior; my naked flesh shivering and frost-bitten by the lifeless surroundings. From the screens I saw stars, entities I’d only witnessed from the confines of Earth, slip by us without a care and over the intercom I heard the laughter, His laughter, cruel and …

The Juice Thief: Writespiration #5

  The odds were stacked against him. He knew the patterns, the signs, and, when it was time, he spread his wings and fell; dive-bombing downward. Moments later, the stall owner returned to find his jug was no longer full of his famous grape juice, but full of a wobbly, hiccuping pigeon instead. ***** Seems today …

The Musician: A Monday Motivations Flash Fiction

Beyond those crimson curtain the fans shouted and screamed, calling for an encore to the encore, but he smiled, content with his performance and made his way to his car; shedding his costume like a second skin. Front of house, he waited patiently, engine on, and watched as the streams of boisterous teenagers left the …

The Lost Things: Writespiration #3

She’d fallen from the log and onto the mossy mound; spilling spores into clouds all around her. Suddenly, as though fragments of the undergrowth came to life, leaf-masked creatures surrounded her fallen form. They began to examine her curiously; stick think appendages poking and prodding. This was who she’d been looking for. ***** 52 Words. …

Gold & Misery: A Monday Motivations Flash Fiction

The incalculable wealth of the room was evident from a first glace; thousands upon thousands of gold coins and gilded relics stacked and scattered in chaotic heaps. Upon these precarious heaps, with scaled eyes closed to the stale cavern air, the dragon slept as he had for eons now. He was alone, the last of …