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#SwiftFicFriday – Week 66 Prompt

Welcome to the new and improved flash fiction writing prompt series – #SwiftFicFriday!

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Rules to keep in mind:

  •  You have THREE DAYS (8:00AM Friday-8:00PM Sunday 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 on Mondays.

Ready, set, write!

Prompt: Another music prompt, because I’m incapable of writing in silence.

Happy writing!


4 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 66 Prompt”

  1. Oaklie crept wide eyed at Vedania’s elbow through the towering, gilded hall, flanked by four cupids. The ethereal silence of Vedania and her fellow cupids gave solemn weight to the palace. Such an atmosphere rendered the guards’ golden bows more menacing than charming, and overflowing floral arrangements more funerary than romantic.

    “I’m really sorry,” Oaklie squeaked as quietly as she could. “Who knew they’d recognize me? I only ever visited you here the one time!”

    Vedania’s ability to enunciate through her clenched jaw was just another of her many skills that impressed Oaklie.

    “You’re a giant talking bunny.”

    Oaklie crossed her forelimbs. “I’m an adorable talking bunny!”

    Their conversation cut short on entering the throne room doors. Oaklie’s jaw dropped and her eyes ascended the great golden staircase up to the multi-winged throne where Vedania’s mother waited. This could hurt Oaklie’s neck before too long.

    “I was becoming concerned you wouldn’t be back in time for Sunday. I presume you are prepared?”

    Niflora dispassionately selected a chocolate from a box on the sweeping arm of her throne. Vedania returned her mother’s icy intensity in full.

    “I told you. I’m not participating this year.”

    Oaklie was starting to understand why Vedania hadn’t wanted to come here. The guards fidgeted their desire to be dismissed.

    “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you’re participating. Do you think mortals would fall in love without our intervention?”

    “Yearly love quotas secured you the throne of our world, but have you even read my reports on how few of the couples we create remain together the next year?”

    “Of course I’ve read them! That’s not our job!”

    Oaklie caught a flash of shared pain in the eyes of mother and daughter. The smart thing to do, would be to keep her nose out of it.

    298 Four Sisters AU words

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  2. “Would serve them right if I let the whole thing crash and burn.”

    Anyone watching, listening, would have sworn I was talking to myself. They couldn’t see Bria. Couldn’t hear her either. Not like me.

    “You won’t.”

    “I know.” I sat there, staring at the screen, the lines of text on it. 50 lines out of thousands. “I know.”

    I’d always wondered what it was like when the spirit, the soul of someone, sat with you, talked with you, put their hand on your shoulder, as she did. “I knew that when I took the job.” My eyes looked at her hand on my shoulder, followed her arm to her face, and found her green eyes, and magic smile.

    “You have that magic.” It used to disturb me when she appeared and talked with me. Not anymore. I think I knew it wasn’t really her, not her body. not her physical presence. It was our hearts talking.

    She put her hand on my cheek, “You’ve got that golden touch, that Midas touch, with this stuff. Where all the problems come unravel, and magic happens.”

    “It’s a gift. One I have to use.”

    Her smile fractured as she looked at me, “It comes with a horrible price doesn’t it?”

    “I wish I could fail.” That’s why her smile had fractured. She knew my heart. “One time. Just once.”

    That magic light in her eyes spoke words not in any language. “Then, you wouldn’t be you.”

    “And our hearts couldn’t talk, could they?”

    “No, they couldn’t.”

    “Time to fix this,” I started on the final edits needed to straighten out the problem in the code.

    “Yes, it’s time to fix this.” She sat on my desk, next to my keyboard, and watched me, as I worked through the night.

    297 Words

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