#SwiftFicFriday – Week 124 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 124 Prompt

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

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The gist:

  • You have THREE DAYS (AM Friday-PM 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: This week, it’s another word of the day! Write a piece that incorporates the following word:

Uncanny (adjective) is typically used to describe something that is strange or unusual in a way that is surprising or difficult to understand. It can also describe something that seems to have a supernatural character or origin.

Happy writing!

5 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 124 Prompt

  1. The Eerie Canal

    He stood outside our second-hand store, The Pick Me Please. They usually have good deals but hadn’t yet opened up. I was taking Walter for a walk. He’s been quite finicky of late, demanding my attention earlier and earlier. I tell him, ‘Walt, I need more sleep.’

    He doesn’t care.

    So, I get up and take him for his twice, occasional thrice constitutional.

    The fellow I spotted was bedraggled but he seemed in need of a fresh change of clothes. His attire had a museum quality to them. A dusty museum I thought but I didn’t want to sound hoity-toity.

    I assumed that’s why he was there so early.

    The early bird gets the worn…

    My little pun.


    Emphasizing my social graces, I said to him, “They’re not open yet.”

    He didn’t respond so I added, and pointed, ”The thrift store.”

    His eyes followed the direction of my finger and nodded. Somewhat unsatisfied, I offered a review. “They have great clothes. I’m sure you’ll find something that will suit you.”

    He seemed disinterested in my comment and asked a most strange question. “I am in Albany, am I not?”

    Taken aback by the geographical query, I confirmed that he indeed was.

    “I am seeking one DeWitt Clinton. We are impressed with his canal and seek his expertise.”

    Again, I was taken aback. “You mean…the Erie Canal.”

    He nodded. And then of course I realized both his mistakes. “This is not Albany New York. The country is littered with Albany’s. You are in Albany, New Hampshire. As for Clinton…” and here my love of trivia kicked in…”he’s been dead for almost 200 years.”

    He then muttered…’damn time travel gizmo…’ and poofed away.


    Walter barked uncontrollably.

    As for me, I desperately wanted to crawl back into bed.

    300 words

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  2. As the sun burned the horizon with its setting hues, Kerri White wondered why she was about to spend another night being hunted through the desert. She wanted to blame Clarisse again. Twice wasn’t a lot, but the sorceress could have done without the first time.

    Also, last time Mirro was the one who saved Kerri. That wouldn’t happen this time. Kerri’s otherworldly best friend had been rendered powerlessly mortal by Kerri’s own future self. Kerri apparently grew up as gorgeous and even more powerful than she dreamed, but she was willing to fight herself to protect Mirro. Though their odds of winning seemed nonexistent.

    Stars of other dimensions enveloped the girls and pulled them into a parallel plane. Kerri didn’t find the shifting multispectral space nearly as uncanny as staring her adult self in the face.

    “This ends here!”

    Kerri recognized the edge in her voice. Apparently, today hadn’t gone well for Future Kerri either. Though current Kerri now regretted her gamble of sealing her own powers so her future self couldn’t trace them. There was no way she would be able to unseal them in a space created by her future self.

    “Oh my,” Mirro gaped at Future Kerri’s circle of conjured lightning.

    The lightning rose in seven draconic spires to recombine into an execution spell that Kerri wasn’t sure she could have stopped even with her magic. She bet everything on her future self not killing her and threw herself bodily in the way.

    Future Kerri cried at the exertion of canceling the spell. Mirro wrapped her arms around Kerri and swept a foot through the space under them to open a tear in reality. The girls dropped through, back into the desert night.

    “Your powers are back?!”

    “So it would seem,” Mirro cocked her head curiously.

    300 Kerri’s Creatures words

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  3. That night, when Rose woke, and continued her journey to the ocean in the night, to learn what the night was like, Merlin watched. He stayed in the darkness, between the trees, along the ground. His midnight black color blended with the night, and the shadows, rendering him invisible. He used his wings, and the black magic, to never touch the ground, and thus never make a sound.

    He had watched Rose’s entire journey, from the moment she left the lake to the start of her night time excursion. He didn’t watch to protect her from the forest, or the animals that lived in it. He knew she would be safe from those. It was uncanny how the forest, and the animals who called it home, reacted to Rose. How they behaved around her.

    No, Merlin didn’t watch over Rose to protect her from the forest. He watched to protect Rose from people. Merlin knew people came in all types. From good, happy, friendly people, to violent, broken, brutal people, and everything in between. He knew, at 6 years old, Rose might not know what to do if she encountered people like those who had taken her to the Black mountains, and left her at the foot of a volcano to die.

    It was what humans and fairies did to those with wild magic.

    Because of how the humans could be, Merlin watched over Rose. He stayed hidden. He stayed invisible. Rose would never know he was there.

    And in the event someone was foolish enough to try to hurt Rose, Merlin would set loose the fires of anger that burned in him, to protect Mystica’s adopted daughter.

    He hoped he never had to act. He knew it was uncanny, how much violence he could yield.

    298 Words

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