Behind every skull-capped gate, there is an Inkslinger sharpening his wits.
Past the gate crowned by grinning death, I passed after a slash of ruby paid my entrance fee. I followed a path ducking beneath a wall of emerging emerald buds. Sweeping the willow’s branches aside, I left it to weep on someone else.
Dreams are gossamer and wrapped up in them, I followed an opalescent gleam to a thumbnail moon. I sought the Inkslinger in his abode.
Polishing cloth in hand, he regarded a topaz tear of a dragon. He leaned against a stone mushroom where several cobbled paths converged. It was a rough-cut thing and my eyes refused to move from its contemplation. What was the thing–an ancient weapon in need of guarding? Why else would someone stick it behind such a gruesome gate?
A flash of silver recalled my wandering wits. I looked down at the sword protruding from my midsection. Pain registered as I slid to the ground. My blood painted the cobbles and my eyes focused on a corner of a sapphire cloth. Designs twisted up its edge. I laughed as my stomach knit and pushed out the blade. The fight was on.
For: Sunday Photo Fiction & Madverse a twitter prompt:
I like that. The use of the prompts makes the story flow and you can see the grin of contempt at the end. Good story.
Thank you 😊
You’re welcome 🙂
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oh geez. that photo and your opening line deliver chills!! and that ending. Fight on!
Great way to bring the 2 prompts together. What an imagination! Would love to read how the fight carries on afterwards. Really excellent writing.
Thank you maybe I continue it for the next prompt. 😁
Excellent flashfiction and word choice—love the image of “stomach knit”.
Thank you 😊 I needed to destress
I may have to try this as a stress reliever…especially after commuting! 🙂
I recommend it especially when you’re angry at vendors 2000 miles away. You can let the fur fly or the ink flow. Oh no they just emailed another excuse…
eeeks. Huh…just made me think about telekinesis….and making people spontaneously combust……
Ooo story idea! Thank you. I have a call with the miscreants tomorrow. I may need to write myself some relief
OMG Melinda what a scene! How you managed to look at the photo prompt and envision this tale of fantasy is amazing! And that ending, I’m definitely rooting for the main character. After all, he can’t be stabbed LOL
Thank you 🙂 I have no idea how I saw it either. Somehow it brought the other trow prompts together and a story was born!
Fascinating. Creative as always and very powerful descriptions.
Thank you Mandy.
Good one
Thank you 🙂
#smiles… welcome
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I love this piece. Great.
Thank you! Can you tell I took out the frustrations of my day on it? 😉