Writing Prompt #2 - "The Endless Night"
On the main dais at the center of the pentagonal array, the speaker – bedecked in the flame-touched robe of the ancestor – muttered well-practiced verses in the first language, one of the many gifts their god had gifted humankind untold eons ago.
FlashFic: After the Funeral
We needed to take off the formal mourning of the day and just be together. my chestfur is still wet with the pup's tears, and i feel blessed for having taken them. i was no less moved, as my damp cheekfur will attest.
Creative Writing Exercise #6: Still At Large
It's probably my first flash fiction exercise that qualifies as a comedy, though i have a pretty dry sense of humor, so who knows really.
Fiery Essence
He could feel the flames starting to creep out from his scales now as a glowing yellow stared to trickle throughout the cracks, burning through his clothing and sizzling the skin below the scales that had not yet been hardened and resistant to the intense
Chaos and Order
It's a flash fic, an older story i made a long time ago. so enjoy, and tell me what you think. before science had ruled all in it's power of knowledge, the gods had ruled in it's power of the spiritual.
Writing Prompt #6 - "Fault Line"
Most famously, it was the site where the treaty of suidacto was ratified, marking the formal end of the porceo-lupo war. as a long-standing symbol of strength, peace, and unity for all cohordaleans, we express deep sadness over its loss.
Red Riding Hood and the Wolf meet again
the class voted, and we ultimately performed red riding hood. being the only canine in my grade, of course the role of the big bad wolf fell on me. i had no interest in theater at the time, so i resisted the part.
wave
And when we crashed down to the ocean you inspired there too. you were a whale and i was the barnacle clinging on. you made the wave that i followed from dusk til dawn. all your life i rode your wave.
Writing Prompt #1 - "The Library"
Your eyes are drawn to the shelves of mahogany lining the circular walls, each packed to the brim with books.
Vignette: Acts of Intent
#4 of sawtooth a coyote burns meaning into the world around him. been poking at the idea of writing flash fiction as a warm up exercise.
Between Gods and Gentlemen
the flash of steel had not registered with those around until after the samurai had cleaned and sheathed his blade. it was the thief who screamed first. the body in the blue robes slumped over the bar.
My God Is A Fox
He runs up to the nearest alcove, one of many around the periphery of the church, and snaps a photo, the flash of the camera going off in spite of the large "no flash photography" sign at the entrance. there's a strange stillness in the bustle, however.