Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fantasy, Fiction, Maristela, Writing

Maristela Part 2: Complicated

Maristela made her way cautiously down the thin stony trail until she reached the small village at the base of the mountain. Of course it was so small that some people wouldn’t even call it a hamlet. A few people wandered around the one street lined with one small blacksmiths shop, a grocer, a pub, and a few small houses. These people were all men and their faces were blackened with soot.

Maristela approached one of the men. When he saw her his eyes filled with fear, he made a strange movement with his hands, and he backed away slowly. She tried to talk to some other people but they did the same thing. She wondered if she was offending them in some way.

The sun was setting quick and she needed a place to stay. She could always just go back up the mountain and stay in the cave, but she didn’t really want to do that. She was better off sleeping in the street.

“Don’t worry about them.” A woman said as she approached Maristela. “They just don’t understand what you are. Your kind and theirs, you both have a complicated history that goes a way back. There is not much you can do about it.”

“I see.” Maristela frowned. “Can you help me then?”

“With what?”

“I woke up in a cave up that mountain and I don’t remember anything but my name. Can you tell me where I am?”

“Uh sure.” She replied. “But first maybe we should introduce ourselves? I’m Kinra. Who are you?”

“I’m Maristela.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Now as for where you are. This is a nameless hamlet in the Valley of Flame. It is rare to see a dragonkin around here so far from the ocean.”

Maristela thought for a second. “Dragonkin? Is that what I am?”

“Yes.” Kinra smiled. “And I’m a stone-born. So do you have a place to stay?”

“Does it look like I do?”

“No. In fact it looked as though you were just going to camp out here in the street. I wouldn’t recommend that by the way. Any of these other guys, they may decide that the best course of action is to get rid of you as soon as possible. Don’t worry you can stay in my shop. Nobody would dare break in there. They’ve seen how I get when I’m angry.”

“Oh thank you so much. Where is your shop?”

“Just over there.” Kinra pointed at a small building nearby. It had a large chimney, iron bars on its windows, and a hanging sign on the front painted with an anvil. This woman was the blacksmith.

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Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

A Cycle of Blood

The man stood at the bow of the ship. He smiled maliciously as he watched the small people stumble around the nearby beach in fear as they anticipated the next arrow. Some ran into the forest where they could not be reached from the sea except by a fire arrow. Some ran away from where the last arrow had landed. A few drew back their own bowstrings as they took aim at the ship.

The man’s smile widened as his bowstring was pulled back towards the edge of his smile. But his smile didn’t last long as an arrow flew through the air to find itself lodged between his ribs piercing his heart. Thus continued the cycle of blood and death that permeated this voyage, a cycle caused by the fleet itself.


This was a difficult prompt for me, but hey I managed despite the fact that it does delve into some dark stuff.

This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 150 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.

Photo prompt provided by Jade M. Wong.

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Bright Green Bicycle

He pedaled furiously through the busy city streets on his bright green bicycle. It had been a gift from his parents so that he would never have to worry about taking the bus. “Besides,” they had said, “riding a bike is far healthier than riding a bus every day.”

“Yeah sure.” he thought to himself at the time.

But after he arrived in the city he found yet another reason why riding a bike was the best way for him to travel.

After riding the bus once he witnessed too many things that turned him off that method of transportation. A woman complained loudly about the bus leaving the terminal one minute late. A fight nearly broke out, unrelated to that lady. A drowsy person decided that the seat right next to him and he ended up riding for several minutes with a head threatening to settle on his shoulder.

Never again would he ever ride the bus, or so he thought because come winter snow would fall and make it hard to ride a bike. It would depend on how good the city was at cleaning up its sidewalks.


This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner week #33. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction below 200 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.

Credit for photo prompt: JulyMorgueFile file581316132183

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Collector

An eagle sits atop a wall staring out away from the building it guards. Behind the stone bird was an old house where a collector once lived. He travelled far and wide to gather the most intriguing artifacts and bring them all back to join his ever filling house. Despite everything he still somehow managed to keep everything organized according to which continent he found them, something which he took a lot of pride in.

His prized possession was that eagle which once sat atop a different wall in Rome. He kept it outside so that everyone could see it, and he kept it facing outwards so it would be able to see any would be thieves.

However he later found that he should have had the bird facing inwards so that it could watch him.

He died not that long ago. Archaeologists and museum curators took his collection and gave everything new homes where they would be safe and where people could see and learn about their history. The people who took his collection all called him a thief, but to this man he wasn’t stealing anything. Instead he built a hobby out of collecting new friends.


This story is for Sunday Photo Fiction where writers must write a story based on a prompt which is around 200 words long. More information can be found here. Other stories for this challenge can be found here.

Photo comes from A Mixed Bag.

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

Beneath the Ocean’s Surface

Deep beneath the surface of the ocean many organisms make their home. Glowing white jellyfish swim freely around angler fish and other bizarre creatures. Many of these organisms have yet to even be seen by human eyes.


This is a story written for Three Line Tales week 72. The goal is to write a story that is three lines long using a photo prompt. You can find the challenge post here.

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Bookstore

The bookstore had been there for nearly a century. The shelves were lit by light bulbs dangling from the ceiling which had been installed only two decades before. There never seemed to be a speck of dust on the shelves and though the hardwood floor could at times be covered in dirt because of thoughtless customers, the employees always made sure they swept it well at least once a day.

Though the store was rather small, many customers came in each day to look through the many books and maybe find something that catches their interest. Now a teenaged girl searched for the perfect book to read in her spare time. She picked up one of the thickest books on the shelf and leafed through it before sighing and putting it back on the shelf.

An employee noticed her and for some reason he felt she was sad. He decided against going to help her because he felt that sometimes people just need some space to think. But despite the fact the teenager was surrounded by the words of over a hundred different people she felt more alone than ever.

When the store closed she was still searching.


This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner week #24. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction below 200 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.

The photo prompt came from https://www.pexels.com/photo/architecture-bookcase-books-bookshelves-300412/

Posted in 2017, Challenges, Fiction, Writing

The Photographer

The photographer crouched down in the middle of the cobblestone street, slightly angling her camera to hide the steady trickle of tourists. She wanted her photographs to capture the historical aspect of this building, and not the touristy trap part. She could only hope that her pictures would turn out as beautiful as she thought they would turn out. Only a quick look on her computer’s screen would tell her.

But as she snapped photographs in the middle of the cobblestone street she realized that people stepped around her. They never looked down, or laughed at the way she crouched, but rather she was completely invisible to them. It was as though she was never even there. And that is true in the fact that the only person absent from most photographs is the person who originally took them.


This was written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Writers need to write a piece of flash fiction between 100 and 150 words based on a photo prompt. The challenge post can be found here. Other stories related to the prompt can be found here.

Photo prompt provided by The Magesticgoldenrose.