Category: original fiction

Alone I wipe the fog from the window pane and keep watching the park. The snow falling gently has erased the footprints on the path and softened the colors of the trees and benches. The lamps glow softly, but still I don't see you. I knew you wouldn't come, but I had hoped. As I always do. Tonight is a night to be with family. I picture you at home, a place I've never been but that always smells like warm sugar cookies and coffee in my imagination. You and your wife are sitting on the couch in front of the fireplace, the flames and lights on the Christmas tree making the room shine. You're sharing a  bottle of red wine after the kids have gone to bed and the gifts are all wrapped. Maybe she's opening a gift wrapped in the same golden paper mine was, tied with the same sparkling ribbon. She smiles as she opens the box, see the...

Falling to Fight Tears streamed down her face as she hacked off her wing, banishing herself from the golden courts, abandoning her place in the chorus. "Fear not," she whispered, gathering her courage. She had a mission, a reason she had chosen to make the fall. For centuries, she had watched as the Father's people had turned their back on Him time and again,  but always He gave them another chance, welcomed them back. Even if she hadn't understood His forgiveness, she had admired Him, respected His choices. Then He had done the unthinkable, sent the Beloved to them, as a baby no less, defenseless, powerless, but she had done her duty, visited the hillside, sang the announcement, the "good tidings of great joy." Then she had watched as He grew, fulfilling His destiny, angering the powerful, uprooting the establishment. And they had killed Him. It had been the Father's plan, the only way to redeem creation, but seeing His anguish and pain,...

Today's flash fiction picture is just screaming YA urban fantasy, not a genre I'm very familiar with, but I gave it a shot anyway. She Was Back She was back, and this time they would play by her rules. She had tried it her mother's way, blending in, being good, a typical teenager. She was done. Jake had shown her it was impossible to hide any more. He had pushed too far, thought himself irresistible, not believed her refusals. She had had no choice. When he first saw the blue streaks of power radiating from her hands, he had just stared at her in amazement. Then, they hit him in the chest and the last thing he saw was her smile. She had torched the body. And knew she couldn't contain herself any longer. She walked into the high school, along with the masses, but she could feel the stares. She looked the same as she always did, shirt just a little too...

Not much of an actual story today, more of a scene, but here you go anyway. Her Island She loved and hated this time of the year. The season was over, the tourists had all returned to their homes, even the staff were gone for the most part, off on vacations or visiting family. The island was just so quiet. She gazed up at the moon, trying to relax and enjoy the tranquil scene, even as she noticed the water rising above the dock. The island had a tendency to drift back towards this mist at times like these, when she was lonely or contemplative. It had been five years since she had pulled this island through the veil separating this world from hers, from where seasons came and went, but years never did. It had taken so much energy and will, a lesser one could never have done it, but she had fought and pushed, bargained with the Queen, given up everything...

"Her Fairy" (364 words) In a little sunny corner at the edge of the garden, where the yard blended into the woods, stood a tree, and at the base of that tree was little door, with a little window above it. She could see the tiny stone pathway leading up to the home where a light shone through the windows. She had spent her life guarding this tree, this house, although she had never seen who lived there. She had left berries on the doorstep and mini-cupcakes covered in frosting. They always disappeared and sometimes, in her own home, she would notice new flowers in the vase on her piano or a beautifully polished stone on her windowsill. She and her fairy, for she was sure it must be a fairy what else could it be, had lived in harmony since she had bought the house fifty years ago. Now it would be her granddaughter's turn. She walked down the gentle hill in...

Better to Wait 353 words "She's here." The woman gazed into the polished black disk she cupped in her hands. She slid the stone into a pocket in her gown and stalked into the forest, her crimson cloak trailing behind her. The woods hushed, the creatures scurried to their hiding places, birds kept silent in the trees. The man at her side, heavy sword slung across his back, grumbled under his breath. Even if she was here, as the Queen saw, he knew they wouldn't find her. She was as silent in the woods as she was in the town, but the Queen seemed to think this was the one chance to kill the girl. The girl she had seen in that stone of hers, the girl who would kill her. They continued deeper into the trees. He could feel the eyes watching him, and he pulled his sword from its leather scabbard. He felt safer with it in his hands. The woman...