Welcome to Wednesday Words! Every Wednesday I will post some sort of prompt for a flash fiction piece. The prompt will go live just after midnight Eastern time.
The prompt might be a picture, or it might be a list of things to include in a story, or maybe a phrase or a question or something from a “news of the weird” type thing, or a… who knows?
After that, it’s up to you. But if you do use the prompt to write a bit of flash fiction (say, 500 words or so) I’d love to see what you came up with, so comment below with a link to where it is on your blog (or on WattPad or wherever).
(And a pingback to the post here where you found the prompt would be appreciated but isn’t necessary.)
Oh, and this isn’t a contest or anything. It’s just a (hopefully) fun thing for all concerned.
And, hey, if it inspires more than 500 or so words, run with it!
a long nap
an old bicycle
And, as always, I’d love to see what you come up with!
I’m posting from my current writing WiP, Song and Shadow, a prequel to Song and Sword. It’s a rough draft and I still don’t have an actual outline for it so it’s going to be a fun ride.
This month we’ll get to see Pashevel… well, let’s just say that the ways of a Bard are subtle and sharp.
The castle doors opened and Pashevel fell in with the nobles as they began making their way toward them. The King and the Prince stood just inside the doorway, greeting each noble and accepting their congratulations and well-wishes.
The guards crossed their halberds to bar Pashevel from entering but Hierik intervened.
“Let him in. He is here as my guest.”
They hesitated, looking past him to the king.
The monarch shrugged and Hierik flushed. “I said he is my guest. He is the Bard from the tavern last night. Surely you saw him speaking with me.”
“And if you didn’t,” Pashevel said, his voice soft but pitched so that the king could hear it, “then you were doing a poor job of guarding your prince.”
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Taliya has bought a used space ship, had a few (mis)adventures with it, and has gone to look up an old friend from school for help. Josul has been doing some work on Taliya’s ship. (The “ghost” refers to the feelings that Taliya gets from the ship, that it is alive and aware.)
“All set,” Josul said, stretching. The first thing he had done was run sweep for tracking bugs and had found none, much to Taliya’s relief, and now he had finished reconfiguring her identification array. He glanced around the cockpit and frowned. “You’re flying alone?”
“Yes, why?” Briefly she wondered if he could feel the ghost too.
He shook his head. “You shouldn’t be. A ship this size needs at least two to crew it properly.” He looked at her sharply. “You know that.”
“Yes, I know that. But it can be handled by one, and I wasn’t sure I could afford to hire anyone. And now I’m pretty sure I can’t.”
“What do you mean?”