fantasy

Snow globe

Posted on Jan 29, 2020Jan 29, 2020 by Fatima Fakier

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Nolly, the gnome, reclined on the bench. Life was good. For one thing you get all the dazzling, fluffy beauty of snow. Without the cold. Nolly shivered at a memory of frostbite on his large nose. He allowed his eyes to wander along the treetops to the clay-tiled rooftops where the perimeters began.

Perimeters of dome proportions that he couldn’t ever cross. Still, better than a November garden.

Beyond the perimeter, approached a dark shadow. Nolly gripped the bench tightly knowing the quaking would end soon enough. And all the tiny snowflakes would tumble gently over him in glorious splendour.

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My first post for the decade! Nolly is a miniature garden gnome, of fairy-sized proportions, who has been up-cycled as a decorative feature in a snow globe.

Perhaps you will spare a thought for the inhabitants of your entrancing ornament the next time you shake it. 😉

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. Click the frog to submit your own flash fiction and read what other’s have written.

One thousand and one lights

Posted on Aug 23, 2018Aug 23, 2018 by Fatima Fakier

PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

The last thing Jinaka told me before the golden blade of the demon warrior’s sword plunged into his back, piercing through his abdomen, was to take the map to the city of Kunto.

Before I could catch him, he had thrust the bag and its sacred contents into my outstretched hands.

I ran, cowardly and guiltily. I looked back over my shoulder just as the demon towered over Jinaka, sword raised high. After fifteen years, my mentor was gone and independence weighed heavily on me.

Ahead the first lantern shimmered. One thousand more lit the way to Kunto.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Carla Bicomong for this week’s shimmering prompt. Click the blue frog icon to read more flash fiction.

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Flux23

Posted on May 9, 2018May 9, 2018 by Fatima Fakier

PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff

Flux23 dropped to her knees, panting on the rooftop of the skyscraper. In seconds she morphed from a suit-wearing white male into herself. Brown hair and pale skin. A blue scaly patch behind her ear the only tell-tale sign of what she was.

The city lights blurred in front of her. She felt woozy. That little girl caught her unawares, staring at her, then at her father lying in a pool of blood. She threw the gun into an air vent. They’ll catch up to her. She would run anyway. Her life as an assassin for Nation444 was over.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words of less. Thanks to Jill Wisoff for this week’s prompt!

Every week I intend to write comedy, and everything but comedy finds its way onto the post. This week, it is sci-fi. Shapeshifters. Loosely based on the X-men character, Mystique.

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Maple leaf rock

Posted on Aug 10, 2017 by Fatima Fakier

PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr

Thyleia pushed the magic crystal sphere deeper into her satchel. Her wings were dripping wet, and they felt heavy. Ferris hovered under a broad maple leaf, shielding him from the rain.

“Why don’t we find shelter?” Ferris called out to her.

“We must get the sphere to the gathering of The Elders tomorrow.” she replied.

“We’ll never get there on foot. We need to keep our wings dry.”

Thyleia spotted a hollow in a rock nearby. She gestured for Ferris to follow her. Inside, it was dry but cold.

“Rest Ferris. When the rain stops, we fly till dawn.”

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My fairy story is written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Where we are challenged to write in 100 words or less.

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The Wishing Chair

Posted on Feb 10, 2017Feb 17, 2017 by Fatima Fakier

The cold water sent shivers up her spine, but Mariyah sloshed towards the chair. She remembered the old lady’s advice, Go to the Wishing Chair. But wish for only what your heart wants most.

She sensed a warning in her words. She had a choice to make. Go to the wizard school as her parents wanted, or write for The Jupiter Daily. Her heart swelled at the thought of the newspaper, but she reigned it in with a deep breath.

Sitting in the hard chair, she wished, “May whatever happen be for the best.”

The chair remained still. Good.

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