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.”
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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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
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.
Written for my favourite flash fiction: Friday Fictioneers hosted by the awesome Rochelle.
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