Friday Fictioneers – Page 7

Flash Fiction: Dylan

The waves came rolling in, a reflection of her mood. The beating heart of the ocean throbbed in time with

The Hotel is old, boutique… bohemian. Only the daring walk through her quirky halls. Legends tell of doors swinging on

Tannille ponders over the writing prompt and nudges The Muse. “Hey Muse, have you come up with a story yet?”

Writer’s UpDate…Fudge-cakes where does the time go? Can’t believe I haven’t posted for two months! Doesn’t feel that long. October,

The vintage carousel shook off her dust. In mint condition, her days in storage made no sense. The city organisers

The shop looked out of place; its items bohemian at best, sinister at worse — the weird and wacky. Heads

The sun broke through the grey clouds, creating an opening between heaven and earth. The valkyrie speed on her pegasus.

Writer Update:Still Alive! This time of year The Muse takes a holiday. I can only describe September/October as my equivalent

The nymph watched beneath the water. Her body, a shimmery dark mass under nature’s mirror. On the bank, a young

Note:I wrote this gem back in March 2018. Inspiration came from a prompt game on my phone; every three minutes

Note:More Conversations with The Muse can be found here. *~* LOCATION: Tannille’s mind’s eye “Are you going to help me or

Note:More pranking fairies from The Fairy Express. Other Fairy misdeeds can be read here. *~* The Green Fairy laid a claim