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 Trooper: A 3LT

He looked at himself in the mirror beside the easel and sighed; his visor steaming up in front of his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t cut out to be a painter? Maybe there was a reason he’d been designed as a Stormtrooper™ and that was all he was meant to be? “Fuck it!" he shouted, splattering …

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 …

Century: Writespiration #4

He blinked. “How long have I been asleep?” he asked, his voice croaking and previously unused. “Exactly one century” answered a voice with practiced calm. He took a moment to process the news. “Then, my friends… my family… they’re all…” He was met with a solemn nod. Tears broke his eyes. ***** Many thanks to …

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. …

The Conqueror :A 3LT

He sat on his throne, weary fingers tapping cold, uninterested metal, and longed for those ancient years that preceded his reign. There had been a time, long ago, when the world was his to explore; unmapped, undiscovered, unconquered. But now he’d seen it all, now he owned it all, and now… he’d lowered his flag. …

Work in Progress Wednesday (#WiPW) Application!

I’ve found the WordPress Blogosphere to be an invaluable resource for sharing knowledge and inspiration. I love reading the lessons people are learning, or have learnt, on their journeys and I just love the sharing of ideas in general. As I’m working on the first draft for my first novel, I like to use Wednesdays …

The Last Great Mage: A 3LT

The magic thrummed along his ring adorned fingers; showering his once pitch black prison in an arcane blue glow. No longer stationary, the runes laced to his hands in metallic ink swirled surreally; their origin and nature known only to him. With a sudden force the tower top crumbled, the rock walls reduced to dust; …