Thanks to Barbara W Beachman for starting Monday’s Finish the Story. Monday’s Finish the Story provides a picture along with the first sentence for us to create a flash fiction with 100 -150 words based on a picture.
Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.
She laid down on the sand while the waves gently lulled her to sleep. When she woke, the most breathtaking creature she ever saw was staring at her his eyes were chilling, malevolent and vivid green. A low, rumbling growl come from deep inside his broad chest she gave him a small half-smile. His eyes began to flicker with interest. The water dragons came once a year to the beach to walk among the humans and today she found one. If only she could find this one every year.
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Thanks to tastyniblets for the great dragon suggestion 🙂
Thanks to Barbara W Beachman for starting Monday’s Finish the Story.
Monday’s Finish the Story provides a picture along with the first sentence for us to create a flash fiction with 100 -150 words based on a picture.
Once upon a time far, far away a young girl sat on a mountain top overlooking the rust colored lake below. She wondered when she would have a chance to live her life. She never felt like she truly experienced life in her small sheltered community.
The men’s laughter from the nearby village teased her. Her shoulder slumped. She knew her day would come to visit the village but it was so hard to wait.
She pulled her shoulders back, her full lips thinning slightly as she pressed them together. Her eyes turned hard, glittering orbs of blackness. She leaped into the cold rusty colored depths of the lake flicking her tail as she swam towards her small community under the lake.
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Thanks to Roschelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. I appreciate all your effort.
Write a story 100 words or less using a picture
How annoying the musicians are as they swagger into the courtyard. Do they think they are gods? Well, I’ve seen a god and he didn’t play an instrument like that.
When he played an instrument it was like heaven opened up and the world stood still. His smile was confident & good-humored. His forehead puckered in concentration. I couldn’t move or talk while he played. I was transfixed by the pure emotion that came from his instrument. When his eyes met mine, they were an unnatural green. I knew then that he was not of this world.