Red

Dirt caked her soft dress. She’ll wash it later. For now, though self-assigned, she had to complete her mission before the sun set – she had to find it.
Laughter reached her, drifting from the house at the bottom of the yard; soon it’d turn to cries.
She had to hurry.
She sped over the ground, eyes darting.
At last she spotted it, red fabric peeking out beneath the roses.

Hiding behind the gum’s roots, she held her breath as her charge’s carer emerged, collected a red blanket, disappeared and all became quiet inside, as the lights went out.


My contribution to this week’s weekly challenge over at the Carrot Ranch.

The challenge called for a flash fiction piece in 99 words that related in some way to the prompt, dirt.

This piece is driven by the same two characters of my last two Carrot Ranch, prompt-inspired posts, Protector and The Gift.

The Gift

Hiding beneath the roots of a grand gum, she heard the tiny sobs.
Her charge had been playing outdoors again. Did she hurt herself?
The fairy, wings tucked away, peered through grass above. She could see the side of the little girl, hands cupped, tears dripping onto dusty clothes.
Something hung out of her fingers.
Should she let her cry? Her heart ached.

It was still so warm and so soft too. Why wasn’t it moving?
Something buzzed past the little girl.
Her palm itched and she opened her hands.
She gasped as the mouse looked up at her.

Protector

A scream cut through her from across the meadow and she raged into action, dismissing her injury and climbing up the nearest lookout.
Her arms trembled, not used to her own weight, but she needed to ensure her charge was okay.
Her heart pounded at another squeal and she cursed her clumsiness; she would’ve been on top by now.
Silence.
Finally up, she peered through the crisp fog and relief washed over her as she saw the dancing figures, twirling around a ring of daisies.
She leant against the lookout rose’s petals, breathing deep and stroking her torn wing.



This is my contribution to this week’s 99 word Flash Fiction challenge over at the Carrot Ranch. The prompt called for a story that includes a rose.

It’s so much fun writing a suspenseful piece, and revealing all only at the end. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I can’t wait to hear your thoughts.

Turquoise

Dark branches released cherry blossoms, awash with pale pink and deep magenta, and sent them floating upon the subtle mountain breeze.

The dragon’s tail flicked, dusting the landscape with a glitter of red as it gazed through an orb laden with four yellow stars, tendrils of smoke drifted skyward from its mouth.

An orange form darted past, the dragon’s eyes followed its flash of colour for a moment before a cascade of turquoise enveloped the koi and carried it down the mountain stream.

A man sat tall upon the peak, eyes trained as he painted his dreams of colour.


I feel I must explain this piece.
First of all, it’s inspired by Charli Mills’ prompt “Turquoise” over at CarrotRanch.com. A prompt for which I struggled to find inspiration. I wanted to write something different, something close to my heart and thus I discovered this piece.
I had a not-often-enough opportunity to spend some time out with the other half this weekend, thanks to his mother’s offer to babysit the little ones; and we had an amazing time bonding and having fun together.
The other half loves to wear his heart on his sleeve, and thus is in the long process of having a sleeve tattoo beautifully etched onto his skin by the incredible Matty at Dizzmattix Tattoos. It is inspired by his passions in life, and so I was inspired by him this week;
The dragon symbolises strength and honour with the orb of 4 stars, one for he, myself and our two little ones (a fifth to be added soon), in the dragon’s care.
The koi – with the Chinese symbols for Courage, Discipline, Strength and Dream – utilises these to swim down a stream of water, and symbolise his strength and perseverance through challenges in life.
Finally, the koi is thus surrounded by cherry blossoms, symbolising his inspiration and love for his daughters.

When I think of colours, I think of happiness and life, and though this piece may not be a ‘story,’ I wanted portray the inspiration I find in colour.

Thank you for reading :)

Revival

She crashed through the underbrush, branches whipping bare skin. Lifeblood dripped from scratches, soaking the soil, eventually feeding those with which she shared her homes. Heart pounding, she pushed on.
The creatures gained ground.
She clambered out of the tree-line into deep, rushing water and waited…

He conquered the treetops, branch by branch. The creatures would watch in awe, though never catch him. He spotted the cascading water.
A shot rang as he dove over the edge, freefall…
Cool water enveloped the pair as they embraced, panting, washing away their exhaustion and carrying them on toward a new home.

Rare Gem

A deep purple crystal warmed her hand. She searched, heart fluttering. A sea of people washing by, lives busy, unaware.
Eyes darting from face to face, she glanced from necklaces to clutched hands. She glimpsed an unfamiliar man, impressive with his suit and greying hair. Confused, he stared down at his palm.
She approached, dodging through the crowd. Her crystal growing warmer.
His eyes lifted and met hers. They locked.
She froze.
So you are the one? A deep voice rumbled in her mind, a soft smile sparkling in his eyes.
Smiling, she held her soul-stone to her heart.

Potential Excerpt #2

I haven’t posted for a while now and, speaking of that, haven’t written for a while either. I thought I could use some free writing to get some thoughts on paper – or screen.

I decided to try out www.writeordie.com in kamikaze mode. That was interesting. I must admit that I began to freak a little every time it would start deleting my work if I stopped typing for too long. A great free writing tool, definitely, if you don’t want your piece to be too polished on the first go and if you just want to get something written.

Anyway, about the piece. It was inspired by my current Work In Progress (WIP), that elusive debut novel that has me banging my head against a wall in an attempt to focus and push through the endless character profiles. I thought some plain, old fashioned, writing was in order.

This piece is by no means set in stone, and it has been minimally edited, only for grammar. It’s a compilation of ideas and feelings and I think it’s derived from somewhere near the end of the WIP. I do hope you enjoy it. I’m particularly fond of that very first sentence, but that’s about all.


She sat amongst the lush grass, it flowed and washed upon the breeze. She gazed out over the field, sensing every little living thing in the grass around her, and within the trees surrounding the valley.

Footsteps interrupted her serenity. They were a fair way off but close to her perimeter. She thrust her mind out toward the source, delving deep into the intentions of the creature. It was a man, alone, simple. He carried something. She sensed the excess weight pulling at his hip as he took each step across the uneven terrain, dodging rocks and branches. She felt his body freeze, gazing around through the trees as if someone was there, watching.

She could see what he saw, and noticed nothing unusual. He took a breath and continued onward, slower now, each footstep carefully placed, his entire body tense. His gaze diverted off to one side, she nudged him with her own desires and his direction followed; a slight angle back to his origin, away from her home. She smiled to herself.

A presence invaded her studies, and she pulled her mind back to the field, keeping hold of a subtle link to the man lurking within the forest. She gazed up at a familiar dark face. He’d touched her gently on the shoulder, knowing she wasn’t within herself. She conducted her ‘studies’ often, keeping a watchful eye upon the surrounds, keeping them all safe and protected.

“Dinner is ready,” he said, turning to walk away.

I won’t be long. She spoke internally, always connected to his thoughts; she found it thrilling, and easier.

You know I can’t stand when you talk like this, he said, his back to her.

“I’m sorry.”

He continued toward their camp, her connection to him growing slightly weaker with each pace.