#SwiftFicFriday – Week 68 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 68 Prompt

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

I’ve changed the rules, so if you didn’t see my tweet, check them out!

Rules to keep in mind:

  •  You have THREE DAYS (8:30AM Friday-8:30PM 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: Saw a cool picture while browsing Pinterest, so here you go!

Happy writing!

3 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 68 Prompt

  1. Oaklie had kept a forepaw on Jinx’s back or shoulder since Emathyst went back to look for Brewer. The human girl didn’t remember when the overgrown forest around them became so quiet. Even the light seemed muted.

    “Are, are we lost?” Jinx breathed, afraid of breaking the silence.

    Oaklie beamed brightly down at the girl.

    “We’re in my world now! Stick with me and everything’ll be fine!”

    Jinx frowned at the antique compass in her hand, cherry red needle pointing merrily ahead as it had since they landed. Bluebelle had stayed with the sleigh while Vedania scouted ahead. Then Brewer had fallen behind and Emathyst went back for him. Jinx had a nauseous pit in her stomach. It felt like they were going in circles. Was her mother really somewhere in this forest?

    Ahead an ancient, decayed rail bridge ran above a grassy forest gully.

    “Oh! There’s an old dye mine just ahead, though it’s been tapped out for centuries.”

    “Oaklie Anne? Is that you?” A sensuous womanly voice called from the shadow of the bridge.

    Jinx’s jaw dropped upon seeing the gorgeous black bunny, similar to Oaklie but sleeker with an indigo ribbon instead of Oaklie’s yellow one. And the only paint on her paws was purposely applied to her nails. Oaklie hopped excitedly, barely restraining herself from bolting to her fellow.

    “Natazla! I’m so happy to see you!” Once they were closer Oaklie quietly confided. “Somebunny’s been changing the paths.”

    “I noticed that too.” Natazla looked at Jinx like something Oaklie had stepped in.

    “Have you seen a human woman around here?”

    Natazla inclined her head toward the shadowed mouth of the mine.

    “In there. But she only wants to see her daughter.”

    Oaklie balled her forepaws excitedly.

    “You ready to see your mom again?!”

    Jinx wasn’t sure.

    300 Four Sisters AU words

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  2. Moriah let him take the lead given his seniority when it came to SAR. Oh yeah, she and the other Cloudburst Hotshots were trained in SAR for when they should come across people caught in a wildfire and to give them something to do in the off-season. But SAR was Riley’s full-time job. And from what she’d heard after making discreet inquiries, he was damn good at it.

    She kept an eye on the raven with the bright pink headphones clutched in its claws. Any normal corvid would’ve dropped them by now, but she didn’t think this was an ordinary raven. The Goddess’s messenger. She’d always had an affinity for ravens ever since she was a young Banshee, using the wind to help them play their aerial acrobatics. Ravens and crows were smart. They communicated about kind people, and she’d often been greeted with friendly curiosity by corvids everywhere she went.

    The sun rose as they followed the raven deeper into the forest, but the thick canopy of pines and deciduous trees muted the brightness of the light. Neither of them spoke as Riley looked for signs on the ground that the young girl had come this way. Moriah split her attention between him and the raven, certain the crafty bird would reveal Ashley’s location soon enough.

    They ducked under an old dilapidated mining railway spanning a creek bed when the raven gave three emphatic barks and flew into the branches of a cedar tree, the pink earphones dancing like streamers.

    “Riley.” She grabbed his shoulder. “Look.”

    Under the lowest branches, the bloody splotch of a red and black checkered jacket lay stark against the rich green of the cedar. But no body.

    “Shit, why would she leave her jacket?”

    “She wouldn’t.” Riley’s expression hardened. “Let’s check for prints.”

    299 #ElementalHearts words

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