#SwiftFicFriday – Week 71 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 71 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 (8AM Friday-8PM 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: When a song gets stuck in my head, it becomes a prompt! So here’s my current earworm. Whether you use the song lyrics or the video as inspiration, it’s up to you:

Happy writing!

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  1. Intense summer sun soaked into Natazla’s black fur in the dry desert valley. It made her lethargic, but not enough to let her frustrated anxiety go.

    “Now what?”

    The bunny cadet questioned the human who had called her to this world. The human’s smile was dangerously sharp and, Natazla felt, inappropriate to their predicament.

    “Walk with me.”

    Malain led their way past parched maples and shrubs. An unseen song of surging water drew Natazla’s ears.

    “You failed to turn your daughter. I doubt she’ll trust you again, and now her new friends will be on their guard.”

    Managing her mien, Natazla resented the human’s own unperturbed air. She never should have trusted Malain. Instead of attaining what she had been denied, the cadet would lose what little she had.

    “That’s no problem. I don’t need her to trust me, and on guard or not they will come here.”

    Emerging from the valley, a wide low river hit the pair with reflected light. A long trail led to a concrete dam. Aside from her cropped pink hair and smooth dark skin, the human was visually unexceptional, her molten amber eyes weren’t visible from behind. Yet Natazla couldn’t tear her eyes from the woman. In trying to escape Oaklie’s shadow, the bunny had landed in someone else’s.

    “I don’t see how that’s a good thing. Even you can’t be powerful enough to fight them all.”

    “I don’t need to be.”

    Malain reached ahead, unleashing a gout of prismatic flame from her arched hand. The fire pounded a circular section of the dam that proceeded to rise with rumble of stone on stone. Natazla’s jaw dropped with her ears.

    “What. Is. That?”

    She stared at the massive figure of mottled green steel plates. Malain’s mad grin grew.

    “A weapon to take what’s ours.”

    300 Four Sisters AU words
    @DavidALudwig

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