Heartstone Voids (Wednesday Words 5.10.17)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a photo prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

This tale is also a continuation of Dragonstone from 3.15.17.

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Heartstone Voids

Innin’s bellows echoed off the high stone ceilings. The sounds of distress carried through the maze of passages linking Flamer hideouts to their winged mounts’ dwellings, disturbing those that were trying to rest in the mountain. She didn’t pay mind to the responding screeches and yells from them trying to get her to quiet down. She was too agitated to care.

Smoke filled the space around her, flowing freely from her snout with each distressed huff. The sound of raking claws on stone only furthered her agitation as she paced around and around, wings flaring.

He should have been back by now! Foolish rider! Why did he have to go off on his own?!

The sun had nearly set below the horizon and still there was no sign of Fenian. He had left that morning to try to track down the dragonstone and should have been back by now. He should have been back hours ago, or at the very least have gotten within range to reach out and say he needed her now.

Can’t trap a leprechaun while trying to hide a dragon. She snorted. I could have been out of range while he hunted the leech. He didn’t have to go alone!

Another roar of worried frustration shook the cavern, sprinkling dust down over her shimmering emerald scales. The prickling of dread seeping through her veins with each passing moment was making her antsy. The bond was trying to tell her something, she knew it, but she couldn’t figure out what it was trying to say.

Was Fenian in trouble? Had he bit off more than he could chew without her? Or had he just been delayed in finding the leprechaun and was on his way back now?

Her tail flicked against the stone as she rounded and stomped to the mouth of the cave, staring out over the dwindling landscape below. She could see the forests, the lakes, the towns and kingdoms from here; almost as well as she could see them from the skies. With eyes like a hawk she caught the flurry of movement along the mountainside. She snaked her head out further and looked down to find a female elf hurrying up the carved staircase set into the cliffs. One rickety line of wood railing kept them from plunging to their death. Worthless railing if anyone asked her.

The setting sun glistened off the elf’s hair. Red hair, petite… Is that…? Innin flared her nostrils, trying to catch the elf’s scent on the breeze. Alenia!

Innin rushed out of the cave and pushed off the rocks, flinging her wings open to ride the wind currents down to her. The passing of her great shadow caused the elf below to pause and look up, then retreat a few steps backwards when she landed hard on the mountainside, digging her claws into the rock to hold herself. Pebbles and dust rained down onto the stairwell. She left her wings open for balance and turned her head toward Alenia.

:Alenia!: she shouted telepathically, catching the elf off guard by the booming voice in her head. To her credit, dragons didn’t normally mind speak with anyone other than their Flamer or other dragons. :Have you seen Fenian?: she demanded.

The elf shook her head and blinked before focusing on Innin’s words. “I…” She floundered out of breath. “I… No, I haven’t seen Fenian. I was…actually coming here in hopes of finding him. He said we would meet at the tavern tonight for dinner but he never showed and I haven’t heard from him.” Her brow creased worriedly. “Is he…not here?”

Innin reared her head back and shot flames upward over the rock with a guttural growl, scorching them. Her scales rattled when her body quivered.

“Innin!” Alenia exclaimed. “Innin, what’s wrong?! Where is Fenian?”

:I don’t know!: she snapped, fangs clicking together as she cut off the flames. Smoke poured from her snout with each heavy breath. :He said he went hunting to find the leprechaun that stole the dragonstone, and he didn’t want me to come because a dragon is easily spotted. He left this morning. He should have been back by now! But I have not heard or seen heads or tails of him since. Something is wrong.:

“Have…you tried reaching him with the heartstone?” she asked timidly. “Have you felt anything through the bond?”

:It is blank! An abyssal void! I cannot feel or sense anything even when I should, I can’t even sense HIM!:

Alenia flinched at the senseless fury and worry in her tone, giving her head a shake. “Did Fenian say where he was going?”

Another billow of smoke wafted from her nostrils, curling her head toward the elf with blazing eyes of fire. :He mentioned the Enchanted Forest, that was all.:

“Then let’s go and look for him.”

:It’s almost dark!:

“I know…” she replied, trying to sound soothing. It was kind of hard to be soothing toward an enraged dragon though. “But we can still look. If he did run into trouble then we can’t wait till next sunrise. You go on and fly ahead, I will race back and get a horse and a few scouts to help, then I will meet you out there.”

Innin stared at her, trying in vain to calm her racing heart and all the unspeakable thoughts darting through her head. Leprechauns were not a friendly bunch, and their people had never gotten along with those thieves and murderers. She feared for what could be happening to Fenian if he had run into trouble with them. She whipped her tail back and forth.

:No. Send a hawk with a message for scouts to meet us there. I can’t waste any more time. You’re flying with me.:

Alenia’s eyes widened and some of the color drained from her face. “Wha-?”

She broke off in a squeal when Innin wrapped her tail around her waist and raised her wings. She pushed off the mountainside and beat hard to raise higher in the air. Only once she was level in the sky and hovering did she wind her tail to her back to set Alenia down between two of her dark green spikes. The elf clung to the spike in a bear hug for dear life.

“Innin,” she squeaked. “I don’t like the idea of-”

:Oh just hold on and you won’t fall off. I’ll catch you in my claw if you do.: She heard Alenia gulp, then she shot forward in the sky, taking off for the Enchanted Forest. :Now hang tight, I have a rider to find and flay to a crisp after saving.:

“But I haven’t sent a hawk!” she exclaimed, voice nearly lost on the wind.


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My Damned (Wednesday Words 4.12.17)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a photo prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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My Damned

I see you
Out there,
Tiptoeing among the
Rocks and moss in bare soles.
You’re looking for…
Something,
Among the trickles of water and
Slippery shale.
A smile graces your face,
Your eyes twinkle in amusement.

My eyes glint too —
Not in amusement, but in
Wickedness.
You don’t know I’m here.
Watching.
Waiting.
Lurking within this cavern of rock.

How could you know?

I am invisible to the
Untrained eye;
A phantom of
Superstition.
Those who don’t believe
Never see me coming,
Luring them away.

Your bright laughter makes me
Sneer in contempt.
I loathe that sound —
The sound of
Happiness, of
Life.

You splash closer to my lair.
I grin a feral smile.
The match to
My beacon,
My trap
Ignites.

The blaze of my eternal fire
Captures your attention.
It scorches your
Soul from behind the dribbles of
Fairy-sized waterfalls.

Beckoning,
Tempting.
It draws you closer,
Curls you around my
Spell.

Your foot skims over the
Shallow puddles.
One step closer —
Then another,
And another.

“Yes, come,”
My voice slithers, as
Slippery as the rock faces
Surrounding my Rift.

You stop and crouch
Before my mouth.
My grin widens.
I whisper across your senses,
Blurring your reality.
The moment you begin to see
Etches across your face in
Creases of terror.

But by then it is
Already too late.

Ancient demonic tongues enthrall
Your consciousness in
Ropes,
Drawn taunt.
Eternal fire licks its
Fingers toward you,
Swirling around your being,
Pulling you in closer,
Deeper.

Away from
Mortality;
Away from
Salvation.

I am
Abdaddon, and you —
My
Damned.


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Alice in Court (Wednesday Words 3.29.17)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a photo prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Alice in Court

“You’re late, you’re late, for a very important date!”

Alice tilted her head at the voice filtering through the walls toward her. It was frantic, like someone who had wolfed down way too much sugar and energy drinks. She glanced to the door.

“You’re late, you’re late, for a very important date!”

It was closer this time. Who was late? And who was yelling the phrase? She stepped to the door and crouched, peering out through the keyhole into the woods with one eye. Along the pathway stood a white rabbit with its nose twitching. Red eyes were locked on the door of her cottage. For a brief moment she could have sworn it caught her one-eyed gaze through the keyhole. A cold breeze raced down her spine so fleetingly that she nearly missed it.

The rabbit hopped a step closer to the cottage. “You’re late, you’re late!”

Alice gasped and reeled back in surprise, covering her mouth with her hand. The White Rabbit… It talked. It spoke to her. Just like the one from her dream several nights before. She was late? Late for what important date? After a second she crouched and gazed through the keyhole again. A frown creased her lips when she didn’t see the rabbit anymore. Where had it gone? She straightened.

“You’re late, you’re late!” It was coming from right outside her door now, right on the front stoop by the sound of it.

Her head snapped back to the door and she cautiously peeked once more as best she could to see her front step. Sure enough, the rabbit was standing right on the step, staring up at her with gleaming red eyes.

“You’re late, you’re late,” it cackled. The squeaky, high-pitched tone of the White Rabbit began to deepen into something more sinister.

A strangeness overtook Alice’s limbs like her body was being compacted. The world began to grow bigger and bigger as if she was getting smaller and smaller. The keyhole rose up away from her toward the sky and the door became an impassable mountain. Then the floor suddenly rushed up to meet her shrinking form. It caught her roughly in the knees and tossed her out through the keyhole into the woods. Alice screamed in confused panic, arms flailing as she tumbled through the air. The world enlarged back to normal as she flew and hit the dirt.

“You’re late, you’re late. For a very important date.” The voice of the White Rabbit was now distorted and deep with nails screeching down a chalkboard.

Her surroundings began to darken, bleeding away the light and color like ink on a newspaper left out in the rain. The trees shed their leaves and grew tall and thin, twisting and bending into disfigured shapes. She could hear whispers among the brush. Cackling and screeching sounded in the far off distance. Expect for the eerie cackle of the White Rabbit. That one was right behind her.

Alice whipped her head around and almost screamed, scrambling backwards in a crab walk to get away from the creature that no longer resembled a cute little bunny. The White Rabbit had grown to roughly nine foot tall, standing on hind legs. Dangerous claws flexed on its front paws, half reaching for her then pulling back repeatedly like it was teasing her. Pristine fur had changed to a pitch black coarse pelt, and vicious red eyes glowed at her with a disturbing craze. It smiled, showing off pointed buck teeth.

It wasn’t the White Rabbit anymore. It was a thing of nightmares. It was the Black Rabbit.

“You’re late, you’re late, for a very important date, White Queen.”

“What?” she breathed, still scooting back slowly. “I’m not…”

Alice trailed off as she caught sight of her clothes. Her normal peasant’s dress was now a flowing gown of white silk with gold trim. Something heavy rested on top her head and she reached up to find a tiara nestled among auburn curls.

The Black Rabbit took a half step toward her and she backed up, forgetting about her clothes. “The Black Queen, Queen of Bleeding Hearts, wants her checkmate. Run. Run. As fast as you can, White Queen. The Black Rook is coming for you. It’s your move.”

She scurried to her feet and stumbled back into a tree. Casting her gaze past the Black Rabbit dismay sank into her gut to see her cottage was no longer there. She was on her own.

“Run. Run.” The rabbit cackled again and grinned at her.

Alice stared at the Black Rabbit for a second before gathering her skirts and fleeing into the darkened forest as fast as she could without tripping.


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Call On Me (Wednesday Words 1.4.17)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a photo prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

For your own experience, if you’d like to hear the song that helped fuel this response, click here. I do not own the song.

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Call On Me

Pebbles crunch underfoot as I trudge down this desolate path of life with a heavy heart, seeing only bleakness in place of new beginnings. My vision is blurred by salty mist. The serene silence of nature surrounding me is roaring in my ears, screaming a reminder of loneliness that won’t leave my bones. It suffocates me, crushing the air out of my lungs, squeezing my heart in a vice grip.

But I cannot scream no matter how badly I wish to.

My lip may tremble and the tears may stain my cheeks quietly, but no sound leaves my tattered and scarred body. Though I jerk and shudder under the agonizing pain, I utter not a syllable. The shreds of light that fought so long and so hard to stay flickering inside me are dying out one by one. The darkness is spreading further, faster and deeper as it threatens to drown me in its despair.

Why?

Why is all I ask.

Why me? Why am I always the one forgotten? Why am I always the one left behind or cast aside? Why do I never seem to matter?

My heart is slowly dying under the weight. A tainted mind is spinning at the endless, degrading, negative responses to those internal questions screaming away inside the confines of chaos in my head. They are cruel beasts. Monsters as mean and as sharp as wicked-edged daggers that cut deeper than any blade ever could.

Am I needy? Am I too much to handle? Am I a bad friend? Am I cursed to be an attraction for never-ending pain and suffering? Is there something wrong with me? Do I scare them all off because of the darkness that lies within me?

Is it all because of me? Is it something I’m doing?

For that is the only conclusion I have ever come about. I am the only factor in all scenarios, in every situation where history has repeated. Me. I am always the only repeating factor for the nail being driven through a cracked, fragile heart that had been broken too many times.

That means it must be me, right?

Like flies they’ve come and gone.

At first the fear of rejection and of the cycle repeating holds me at bay, keeps my heart and hope locked away behind layers upon layers of steel bars. But then they wear down each carefully constructed layer with hours upon hours of gentle lock picking until the gates swing open a fraction at a time. Before I can even slam the last lonely gate shut again it is too late, for I have realized I have once more laid myself out for crucifixion all over again. I am too exposed and I must be careful, but even the most experienced egg shell walkers slip up now and then. Until now and then becomes quite often, and quite often becomes no longer caring to crush the egg shells.

Like you never thought you’d do again, you find yourself hoping, and you find yourself remotely happy because you’re laughing, you’re having a good time, and you found someone again who will listen and not walk away no matter how bad the skeletons in your closet are. You find yourself hoping that this time you won’t scare them away when they see your depth. The spots of light inside you are growing and snuffing out the never-ending darkness finally.

Then everything crashes.

In a matter of a moment all that progress and hope comes crashing and shattering like a broken mirror at your feet. The reflection of happiness you saw in its shards has crumbled away, leaving the real monstrous image lying underneath. It’s mocking your happy image with frazzled hair and maddened eyes full of years of pain, cackling and laughing as it points its finger at your bleeding heart, at the scars lining your arms you suddenly find being sliced back open. It’s the dark, desolate side of you that had been lurking and waiting to come back out, because deep in your mind you knew it would happen.

It always happens.

“It’s not the end of the world.”

“You’ll still see them.”

“It’s not going to change anything between us.”

Lies. Lies. LIES!

You know it’s all lies. Those words have been uttered too many times and promises broken too often to ever believe such fallacy again. You know that’s how it always starts. It creeps along bit by bit until the friend you made scarcely talks to you anymore because they’re too busy or they’ve made new friends on their adventures. The snake with venomous fangs slithers closer and closer until the day it strikes and releases the truth inside you that screeches your miniscule hope you couldn’t bear to let go to a jarring halt. It poisons you with whispers that you no longer recognize them as you used to.

And suddenly that’s it.

“It’s not the end of the world.”

No… Perhaps it isn’t the end of the world, but it is the end of the world to you. It is the final drive of the nail into your heart, the final blow that leaves you shattered in a million sharp-edged pieces. Your expectations wane once more and you retreat to try to soften the pain.

The light in your mind fades until you find yourself standing back in the center of bleak darkness. The figures of every loved one and friend surround you, but every single one of them are fading farther and farther away out of your reach. And finally, the one who had been closest starts to fade into the darkness too until you can hardly see them. You reach out, try to grab their hand to pull them back, to beg on hands and knees not to leave you too, but then you stop halfway and pull back slowly with regret.

Why? Let me ask you why. Do you ever show the agony raging havoc inside you? Do you ever show the selfish need inside you to numb the pain before it destroys you again and again?

No… You don’t. Because that wouldn’t be fair to them, because you know better as a decent human being. The world does not revolve around you and you know that. So you let them go, you understand and you back off, no matter how badly it hurts inside to do so. Because that is what friends are supposed to do, they are supposed to support one another in what is best for each of them.

You would never expect someone to throw their life, full of potential and promise, on hold just for your own sake, would you?

Maybe you would, but I cannot. I’ve been down that road before on the opposite lane. I know what’s it like to give and give and give for another, until the key to your life lies in their hands and you have nothing left of yourself. I know what that’s like, I know how it can destroy a person. Mentally, emotionally, physically even.

Why would I ever be selfish enough to do that to another simply because I am hurting?

Like all cycles the wheel turns another round. The despair of winter gives way to the blooming trees of spring shielding you overhead down your path. You wonder if by some miracle this time will be different, but you know you cannot hope it will be. If you did, the cycle would just keep repeating and the pain would never stop. Deep down, you know it never will stop regardless. Sadness will threaten to drown you, loneliness will become the only friend you can waltz with in the dead of night so no one will see your tears. You will have nowhere left to turn again, because that’s how it always works.

All you have now are wisps of memories to cling to, no matter the ache they bring inside. All you have now is wishful thinking, and the same sense of abandonment to fill you up even though that is not truly the case of what happened and you know it.

But should you call on me, I will still be here to fall back on when everything is over. For maybe I care too much, maybe I care too deeply, but I will always still be here. Now I can only pray that should I call on you one day, you will still be there too.


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Between Silence and Hoofbeats (Wednesday Words 11.2.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a photo prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Between Silence and Hoofbeats

“Run!”

Katrina exclaimed as she tripped, again, over her skirts. She tried to hitch them up high while Crane waited for her, refusing to let go of her hand. If they let go of each other, she was sure they would be separated in the murky darkness of the night. After some frustration, Katrina kicked off her heels, knowing they were slowing her down as well. Then she looked over her shoulders at the shrill noise that echoed through the bare woods behind them.

Crane looked past them as well, feverishly searching the trees for any sign of him. “We have to go, Katrina. We have to run.” He looked back to her, desperation haunting those grey eyes. “Can you keep up?”

She nodded quickly, taking another handful of her skirts as best she could. She threw one last wary look over her shoulder before Crane was tugging her alongside him again. They ran through the bramble and brush as quick as they could, getting snagged on trees reaching their slender fingers down, tripping over roots and stones. It was hard going in the darkness.

Their breaths came in ragged gasps, puffs of white leaving their lips like swirling smoke in the cold temperatures. They were both exhausted and out of breath, but they couldn’t stop. If they stopped he would catch up to him. He would find them and that would be the last of them. They just had to find their way to the bridge. If they could get to the bridge and cross it they would be safe.

Another shrill scream pierced the silence, making both of them jump and look behind them. Crane tripped first and with a cry Katrina toppled with him, landing with her hands on his chest. She scrambled to gather herself and get up when Crane grabbed her hand, pointing to a mess of tangled vines and bramble directly to their left.

“Look. Katrina, we can hide there.”

“Are you sure?” she puffed. “Won’t he still find us?”

The sound of pounding hooves in the distance was growing louder all of a sudden.

He was coming.

“We don’t have time to run, we won’t make it. His ungodly horse will outrun us. We have to try to hide and wait him out until sunrise, or wait until he is farther away again to make another break for it.” He put his hands on the sides of her face, making Katrina look into his eyes. “Do you trust me, love?”

“Yes…” she whispered.

“Then trust me now.” He pulled himself to his feet, taking her hand again. He moved as many of the branches aside as he could for her to enter the hollow inside. “Quickly now.”

She wiggled her way inside the hollow and turned around to find Crane following right behind her. He tried to shove the brambles into some sort of coverage before squatting beside her and pulling her into his arms, one hand resting on the back of her head as he buried her face against his chest in protection. The sounds of the hooves and the horse’s heavy breathing were growing in volume steadily until they could feel the ground shake beneath them from the massive beast. Then it suddenly came to a sliding halt, and they felt the dirt go flying as it hit them through the bramble.

Katrina gasped lightly, her body shivering in fear and Crane held her tighter, quietly kissing the top of her head as he watched the branches around them, trying to judge where the horse and rider were.

He was there. Right outside. They could still hear the horse breathing in great puffs, the creaking of leather as he shifted in the saddle.

A shrill cry of the horse made them both cringe, the shadows from the moonlight flitting across the bramble as the great steed reared and struck the air with hooves of steel. The ground shook when he landed heavily and once more they heard leather creak followed by a stomp on the ground. The seconds ticked by into minutes while the horse shifted around and nickered evilly while his rider searched the area.

Did he know they were hiding there?

Then suddenly they heard the horse spin and hoofbeats pound across the ground again as it took off running into the night once more. They didn’t dare breathe as they waited, straining their ears to listen. Katrina picked her head up, glancing around just as Crane was. Finally, when they could no longer hear the pounding of hooves along the hard-packed ground, she looked to her fiancé.

“Is he gone?” she whispered.

Crane’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “I think so. You stay here and let me look out first.” He started to stand and Katrina made a grab for his arm, fear in those bright eyes.

“No!”

He stopped and looked back. “Shhh… It will be alright. I am only going to peek out.” He cupped her face and kissed her forehead lightly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

Crane smiled lightly and moved back, shifting through the brambles to look out. She waited tensely for him to give the all clear, heart hammering out of her chest yet.

“I think we’re in the cl–” His words cut off as the sickening sound of metal met flesh and bone. Blood splattered the brambles and her. Crane’s body went limp and fell forward, but not before his severed head rolled back to rest at Katrina’s feet.

She screamed in utter horror and terror and tried to scramble backwards as the weapon hacked through the branches to get to her. She looked up at the figure of legends and went white as a ghost. Her eyes trailed over the Horsemen’s headless body and then along his arm to the ax raised in his hand, the razor sharp edge glowing red.

Another scream ripped from her throat before it was cut off with one clean swing to the neck.


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Love and War (Wednesday Words 10.5.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a photo prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Love and War

I was married here, and I died here.

All in one day.

The once great hall now a graveyard of rubble and bone. The staircase was all that had survived the catapults raining rock and burning fires fueled by whiskey. The roof collapsed, gaping holes along the structure left the elements to bathe the once magnificent hall in abandonment and shame. Where couples once danced hand in hand tombstones now dotted their footwork like a grim memorial. Red tapestries decorated a vibrant hall once, their gold embroidery now hanging in tatters from the castle walls. The arches still stood, but the ceilings were cracked from pressure and strain, and the shining knights of armor that used to decorate them are now rusted and dented with age, slain among the vines and dirt.

It had been grand once, on the eve of my wedding, when the castle still stood in all its glory and unity. War is a fickle thing, though, as is love, and you know what they say — all is fair in love and war.

I suppose our greedy, bordering nation took the saying to heart, to attack our nation on the most joyous day of our kingdom. It had been the cusp of unity, of a new approach to prevent war from breaking, and it had all gone up in smoke, flames, and blood.

It matters no more I suppose. Our nation has crumbled to dust and ash much like our castle. The land overtaken by vines and moss, the earth reclaiming what we claimed for ourselves. We were once great and powerful before our King and Queen were poisoned and killed, leaving their sole heir — the Prince, my husband — to find love quickly before the nation was pressured on by bordering lands.

Our wedding had come just a few weeks too late.

Now like our servants, our guests, our riches and grandeur, we are buried in the rubble. To lay forever in a nation wavered by misfortune where we should have ruled side by side for years to come as the betrothal said:

Till death do us part, but not even then.


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Lost (Wednesday Words 8.31.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a photo prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Lost

Standing alone
Among rocky ground
A midnight coat
Glistens with droplets.
Saddened eyes watch
Storm clouds brewing,
And lightning streaking.

Lost at sea.
Lost at heart.

Thunder rolls through
A hollowed heart.
A wistful breeze
Carries memories old,
Begging black strands
Away towards home.

Lost at sea.
Lost at heart.

Nostrils flare at
Sea salt’s taunt, and
Sparse, dry grass
Tickles at hooves
In mockery.
How long can one survive?

Lost at sea.
Lost at heart.

Land too far,
Rescue too slim.
Abandoned and
Forgotten as
Bare land is:
One cannot survive long.

Lost at sea.
Lost at heart.

Once a loving hand groomed,
Now brambles mat instead.
Once a fiery spirit,
Wild and free,
Now wild by nature,
But not free by heart.

Lost at sea.
Lost at heart.


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Also, as I work to play catch up from my latest computer crash, I will be posting the Shards of a prompt I missed from May and June directly to Wattpad each week. That means two Shards every week! Those old prompts will not be posted to my blog so if you wish to see the old one of the week, you’ll have to hop on over to my profile on Wattpad.

Since I’ve been focusing on a project with a deadline and work, the next oldest Shard has not yet gone up on Wattpad. I know I was supposed to have the final two catch up Shards done and posted to Wattpad already but some things got the front burner in the past couple weeks. I am working to finish the last two lonely catch up Shards.

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Reality’s Escape (Wednesday Words 8.10.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Reality’s Escape

Keanna reached up on tiptoes, her bare feet squishing into the soft moss and ferny forest floor. Droplets of dew hung along everything like glistening raindrops as she reached up to the floating, twinkling light. Her fingers wiggled as she tried to touch it but it bounced out of her reach, tinkling like bells as it bobbed away.

“Heyyy,” she protested, sticking her lip out.

Another orb of light floated down and bounced off her head a moment before zipping away in a zigzagging pattern in front of her, tinkling in a teasing way.

Keanna laughed, holding her arms out and making grabby motions as she gave chase after the Forest Sprite. “Come back here!” she giggled.

The violets popping up through the ferns bent under her feet before springing back upright as she passed, chasing the Sprite all around the hilly cove. The full moon was streaking rays of soft light down on her and the Sprites, making her glow in the dazzling light. The bare trees allowed the maximum of moonlight to rain down on her. The Sprites seemed brighter from the shafts of light.

The cluster of thirty Sprites or so danced and jingled around her. Some of them were zooming out of her way when she ran by, others were giving chase to her as they followed her along, bouncing along each other. Some were playing cat and mouse with her, coming within her arm’s reach before bouncing up high into the sky to shine overhead like the blanket of stars above her.

She giggled as a pair of the orbs dipped down and started to bounce in a circle around her head, leaving a crown of woven light hovering above her head in the shape of a dainty tiara. She stopped giving chase and started dancing around, one hand holding her skirts up, the other outstretched like she was dancing with a partner as she waltzed around. The biggest grin pulling at her lips.

“Out here I am not a Princess,” she sobered to the Sprites, looking up cross-eyed at her forehead to see the shining tiara light. “Out here I am simply Keanna, lover of kittens and horses, and the color purple.”

As if the Sprites understood, the woven light suddenly dissipated into thin air, leaving her tiara-less. Satisfied, she couldn’t help but smile and waltz around, humming to herself. A couple Sprites hovered around her outstretched hand like they were her dancing partner, following her twirls and steps as they jingled along in tune to her.

She didn’t know how long she stayed out in the moonlight, dancing, lost in her own fantasy world inside her head. An imagination run wild with adventure and intrigue. She wished she could stay out here all the time, not having to deal with the boring royalty proceedings. She was always scolded for not being able to sit still, or not paying attention, or taking her shoes off, or dirtying her dress. Especially that last one.

Keanna wished she could dance every night in the forest with the Sprites under the moonlight. That she could fall asleep in the mossy bed and watch the shooting stars go by, drawing out pictures in the twinkling lights of night.

But that was frowned upon. A Princess wasn’t supposed to be such a free spirit.

Her head tilted back as she began to twirl in a circle, putting her arms out to her sides. She spun and spun, her skirts fanning out, until she became dizzy and toppled backwards into the cushiony forest bed, staring upwards in both bliss and regret she could not always be out here. Her chest rose and fell more, little puffs of air leaving her lips in the chilly air.

The Sprites hovered and settled around her, some even seeming to bed down in the moss beside her. She watched the stars dance in the night sky, the moon glowing brightly, and the orbs dancing in the spotlights. Sleep began to pull her eyes closed eventually and she turned onto her side, curling up with her arms folded under her head.

A content sigh slipped from her lips, peaceful sleep dragging her down under.

“Princess Keanna!” a voice called, jolting her from her reverie. Her eyes opened and her lips tugged down, pushing herself up to sit. “Princess Keanna, Her Grace wishes you home and in a bath.”

Blissful peace shattered from her heart once more and she sighed heavily, forcing herself to her feet and smoothing her skirts out. She walked over to retrieve her shoes, slinging the tied laces over her shoulder and getting dirt on her garment. The orbs bounced along after her, tinkling sadly that she had to leave once more.

“I know…” she whispered to them as she reached her Shetland pony. Giving her a pat on the neck, she untied the reins from the tree branch and scrambled up quite unladylike into the side saddle. “Cupcake and I will be back,” she promised the orbs, blowing them a kiss that they gathered in a bunch to catch. The orbs played a soft tune in return as Keanna turned her pony away and started trotting towards the chains of reality.


Now you can find this flash fiction work and others on my profile on Wattpad! Click here for my profile and go dive into a sea of Shards of Imagination!

Also, as I work to play catch up from my latest computer crash, I will be posting the Shards of a prompt I missed from May and June directly to Wattpad each week. That means two Shards every week! Those old prompts will not be posted to my blog so if you wish to see the old one of the week, you’ll have to hop on over to my profile on Wattpad.

The next oldest one from June 15th went live earlier today. You can find Nightmare Mists on Wattpad!

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Horsepower (Wednesday Words 7.6.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Horsepower

A loud whoop filled the air as he put his spurs to his horse and Diablo leapt forward into a flat out gallop, pounding across the hard-packed desert ground out into the barren land.

“Seth!”

His partner swore under his breath, wheeling his roan steed to face the direction he had gone and sending Blue charging after his fiery red companion. He slowly gained ground upon his runaway partner, hunched over the saddle horn.

Somewhere in the distance behind them he heard the lone shrill whistle of the locomotive beginning to pull out of the station. The heavy chug, chug as the engine turned its gears into action and rolled out towards the same barren land they were running to, spitting black smoke into the hazy air.

The stream of Diablo’s tail behind him shimmered like the fires of Hell themselves as he galloped, and Clay was no longer gaining ground on his friend.

“Seth!” he yelled up once more. “Slow yer damned horse!”

He must have heard him this time for Seth peered back momentarily at his partner and straightened in the saddle, pulling back only a fraction on his horse. Spurring Blue on a little faster, he finally pulled neck and neck with his friend and looked over at him.

“You moron, what do ya think yer trying to accomplish?” he growled over the sound of pounding hooves. “There’s nothing out here.”

“Think ’bout it, Clay. Them robbers never left town that we knew of from this morning. Their horses are still hitched up in Sam Thurton’s barn. But that there train back there has been reloading supplies and sitting still since last night. What better way to escape unnoticed then steal themselves on the big ‘ol locomotive and roll out of here with a crowd a waving goodbye.

Clay was silent a moment, then spit off to the side. “Aw, hell, Seth.”

“See my point?”

He nodded. “What are ya planning to do?”

Amber eyes twinkled with mirth as Seth just flashed him a devious grin that put Diablo’s fiery nature to shame and angled his horse for the tracks. Clay followed hot on his heels and the two rode in silence until they came parallel to the great tracks. Seth pulled his horse up right alongside them. Dust flew up around them as the horse skittered around in waiting, chomping on his bit in anticipation, ears flicking.

“Seth?” Clay pulled his own horse up moments after him, turning his steed to see what he was doing.

But his dark-haired companion was staring down the tracks at the oncoming locomotive as it rolled out of Sweetwater and came barreling towards them, slowing picking up speed with its added weight now.

“Seth? You ain’t a thinking what I think you’re a thinking, are ya?”

“Oh I am.”

“The town don’ need two injured sheriffs!”

Seth just chuckled. “Don’ tell me you never train hopped once as a small boy now, Clay.”

“I reckon you are looking to get yerself killed sometimes,” Clay muttered, shaking his head and leaning his arms on the saddle horn.

He just chuckled, glancing back to the green-eyed blonde man he would stake his life on. “I reckon you could be right. I might just be a looking for the action and the rush. Quit yer worrying. The horses will find their way back to town while we wrestle ourselves some bandits. Or they’ll simply follow along the tracks until we throw ourselves off!” He laughed as Clay groaned in response. “Aw c’mon now, Clay! We’ll be the talk of the town for weeks!”

The long whistle of the steam engine bellowed through the still, humid air once more and two cowboys looked up towards the locomotive rolling towards them.

“Think they have any open cargo holds for us to hop into?”

“I reckon they will,” Seth replied, trying to keep his prancing mount still beneath him. Diablo was always hotheaded and wound ready to spring.

“Even with the loads they just picked up?”

Seth gave one curt nod. “Ready to ride, my friend?”

“As ever.” He straightened back in the saddle, gathering the reins once more. He could feel Blue shifting his muscles beneath his seat and legs, pickng up on his rider readying himself and responded instantly to the subtle cues.

“Get ready to ride!” Seth shouted as the noise of the engine got louder around them. It was only a couple dozen strides away now.

Both men turned their excited horses to face the same direction of the locomotive, starting forward at a trot, then a canter. Then the steam engine was suddenly blowing wind past them as it caught up to them and kept going.

“Whoopie!” Seth shouted, swinging his hat in the air a moment before Diablo sprang full speed ahead and ran alongside the large engine.

Clay shook his head as he spurred his horse after him. Sometimes he wondered how his friend became a sheriff in the first place with his risky and mischievous attitude. Or maybe that was what made him a great Sheriff.


Now you can find this flash fiction work and others on my profile on Wattpad! Click here for my profile and go dive into a sea of Shards of Imagination!

Also, as I work to play catch up from my latest computer crash, I will be posting the Shards of a prompt I missed from May and June directly to Wattpad each week. That means two Shards every week! Those old prompts will not be posted to my blog so if you wish to see the old one of the week, you’ll have to hop on over to my profile on Wattpad.

The oldest one from May 11th went live earlier today. You can find Gypsy Fire on Wattpad!

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Serpent’s Kiss (Wednesday Words 4.27.16)

Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!

A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!

With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction prompt based off a photo. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!

(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)

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Serpent’s Kiss

I tilted my head back at the golden serpent’s touch, letting out a trail of bubbles up towards the surface of the lake. My fiery red hair floated around me, matching the red fluttering fins of the serpent. I could feel the end of its tail trailing across my bare back, its body coiled around my legs and under me to keep me at the bottom of the lake with it.

The water moved around my body in a caress as it slithered closer to my face. In turn, I arched up and backwards, my hands braced on its slippery scales where I sat upon it. Even though my eyes were closed I could picture it clearly in my mind as it moved gracefully through the water around me, inspecting me.

I wore nothing by a skimpy scaled and jeweled bikini, like that of a mermaid. Each time it got closer to me a shiver of lure and excitement wound through my flesh and bones. Another breathy trail of bubbles escaped my lips as I arched further to the serpent’s presence.

My lungs were beginning to burn, screaming for air, to go to the surface of the lake; but I was trapped in the creature’s lure, and I was going nowhere even if I actually wanted to.

If I had thought it was all legend and myth before when I came wadding into the lake, I was quickly proven wrong when I began to sing within the waters. It had been nothing more than a dare when I told my friends I didn’t believe in the myth and legend. Sure, there were many strange occurrences and disappearances surrounding Lake Sirentis. However, I chalked them all up to overactive minds and imaginations of those too engrossed in the myths.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

The serpent wrapped his body around me more, entrapping me like boa constrictor, though not fully touching me. His scales were smooth as they brushed against my skin, sending another thrill through me and striking all the way down to my core. I arched back further from the zap of electricity through me, the pure lust and desire.

I was quite sure I elicited a moan but it was lost in a sea of bubbles as I lost the last of the precious air in my lungs, threatening to drown.

Just as panic gripped through the heated lure, I felt the serpent’s snout touch upon my neck. An intense burning that wasn’t at all painful started to spread across my throat. It was numbing at first, but as my need for air grew, the numb burn turned into a spreading fire across my skin.

My eyes flew open in the dark crystal waters and I reached my free hand to my throat, gagging and gasping. I was taking in water now, but I didn’t feel like I was drowning.

Something was wrong, something felt strange.

The burning centralized on the sides of my throat, like claws raking through my skin slowly. The serpent curled his neck around to look me straight in the eyes with that burning amber color so intense.

“Ssssing,” it hissed almost seductively.

I wasn’t quite sure I could, confused by the request of the serpent. Lost in the amber eyes, lured by the charms and myth around the creature, I opened my mouth again and began to sing just a series of ‘ahs’ like Aerial when the Sea Witch stole her voice in The Little Mermaid. My voice was strained at first, but soon it started to flow beautifully, growing stronger and more alluring.

The burning along the sides of my neck intensified and patches along my body started to tingle. My hand trailed along the side of my neck as my voice grew stronger and my need for air was pacified. To my numbed surprise, I felt my skin pulling apart along my neck and forming a set of gills on either side. They opened and closed as they pulled the oxygen from the water and as I sang.

The serpent began to unwind from around me, and I was about to stop singing as I looked to it.

“Ssssing,” it hissed again, swimming around me like an eel moving through the water.

I continued to sing as the tingling along my body grew more prominent. Looking down to myself, I saw my skin flaking off in certain sporadic patches and being replaced with fiery red patches of scales to match my hair color. My eyes widened in amazement, the fear and panic at what was happening to me numbed by a strange energy and lure starting to thrum through my heated body.

Soon a golden energy began to swirl up from the lake’s floor and it surrounded my feet, then my ankles, thighs, calves, all the way up to my waist. I could feel it practically lifting me to stand on the sandy floor, but still I didn’t stop singing.

I began to float upwards, the adrenaline rush coursing through me and making my voice grow in intensity. The more power I placed behind my voice, the higher I rose in the waters, and the more I felt the waves of the golden energy swirling around from my waist down. A new tingle started to spread over my legs and I stopped lightly kicking my feet, feeling tempted to pull them together.

Tilting my head back again, my arms floated out beside me like a majestic angel bathing in the glorious light of Heaven, my hair floating around me. The patches of scales now littering my body shone brightly. I lost myself in the feeling of elation and the seductive power of my voice, losing all thought, all will. I was giving into my body’s primal desires and I was enjoying it.

The tingling feeling finally stopped spreading through my legs, the golden energy faded away as I finished on a high note.

Slowly, I came back to myself and tilted my head forward again, coming face to face with the serpent. Something felt immensely different, and I wasn’t kicking my feet anymore. Instead I could feel one large appendage flicking back and forth in the water. My gaze traveled down my body, taking in the patches of scales and then the large mermaid-like tail I now possessed in replacement of my legs. The end of my tail was jagged and curved long, splitting two ways but having the appearance of a bat’s wing on both ends, only more sinister and sharp. The scales were the same color as the ones littering my skin now.

I flicked my tail a little, diving backwards and swimming a couple feet away as I got used to it, twirling in the water. My hair fanned in front of my face then floated out of the way. I smiled to myself, no longer noting the fear or uncertainty. All I felt now was lust and manipulative desire. Eyes that were once almost golden themselves were now the same amber color as the serpent’s and they were slit like a snake’s as I looked to the mythical creature in front of me.

In that moment I knew the legends and myths were entirely true. The superstitions and strange occurrences held complete stock in the realm of reality. I was living proof of it now.

I was a siren.


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