#SwiftFicFriday – Week 45 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 45 Prompt

Welcome to the new and improved word sprint writing prompt series – #SwiftFicFriday!

I am back from hiatus (with a shiny new logo/tag line) and ready to roll!

Rules to keep in mind:

  •  You have FOUR hours (8:30PM-12:30AM on the east coast) to submit your entry.
  • Include social media links/handles/anything you want to promote (Twitter, FB, etc) & word count in the comment with your submission.
  • Submission must be between 150-300 words.
  • All stories are property of the authors.
  • Winner will be determined via reader votes over the weekend.

Ready, set, write!


Time for another image prompt! Write a story that takes place here:

The Blue Forest by Cassiopeia Art

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2 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 45 Prompt

  1. It was a normal day. Even better. The sky a bright blue. The temperature pleasant in a way it had not been for months.

    We wandered out after morning chores were done, into the woods. Where we could talk as we sometimes did about our tomorrows. We were not gone long, and we were not deep into the woods when we felt a sudden chill. Slowly at first the clarity of the sky began to fade. The birds were excited, agitated even, calling and flinging about the branches above us.
    We knew where we were but we did not know why the sky was darkening. A storm, perhaps? But we heard no thunder and saw no lightning. And the sky remained pristine. Darkening. Not lowering; there were no clouds.

    The sun. The sun itself was fading and we could look up at it though it burnt our eyes until there was a flash and it was gone but its spirit shot all around it and we could stare at it without pain.

    In the darkness things became silent. We held hands, wondering what would become of us and of our world.

    191 Words, @JPGarlandAuthor

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  2. 276 ineligible #TeamRPG words:

    Though it’s not my first time in one of this world’s forests, this one feels different from the last. The forest I woke up in when I first landed here felt at least a little normal. Sure, it was likely filled with creatures I’d never seen before and never would, but at least it felt real. Natural.

    But this one feels different. The air is thick with magic, and while I can normally pinpoint where that humming comes from – be it one of Nevari’s enchanted items or my own magic – it seems to be coming from everywhere here. Every rock, branch, and blade of grass seems to pulse with it.

    “Stay close.” Valmong’s voice breaks through the magic, and it’s only then I realize I was wandering away. He closes the distance to me, and motions Nevari to do the same. Each of them takes one of my hands. “This forest plays tricks. Stay alert.”

    “How come it’s not tricking you two?”

    “Plays tricks on humans.” For the first time, there’s something close to sympathy in Nevari’s voice. I think I’m starting to grow on her.


    They pull me along, and I’m suddenly glad I’m not alone. I feel the pull of the magic, and it gets stronger the deeper into the woods we go. Though I know it’s the middle of the day, everything is dark, and the air seems to glow with its own light, so that I can only really see a couple of feet around.

    “And there’s no other way to get to Aelmoor?”

    “Not unless you want it to take months, and we don’t exactly have the time to spare.”


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