The Touch of his Hand

"Ssh," he soothed. "It's all right now. Everything's fine." Magic effervesced beneath his fingertips as he ran his hand in calming strokes down her back, his powers reinforcing his words...

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FFfAW: The Search

The Search "They were around here somewhere. I swear!" Tynen scrambled recklessly over the rocks ahead, peering into each nook and cranny with almost feverish intensity. Velana followed at a slower pace, choosing each footstep carefully as she climbed the craggy slope. "No one's found any in years, Ty. Admit it - you imagined 'em." Her... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: Testing Times

Testing Times Gretnya gripped her husband's hand, writhing anxiety choking her as the final calf was led into the testing area. Please, she prayed to any deity listening. "It'll be fine," Brindel said. "This time it'll have worked, you'll see." The tremble in his voice contradicted the confidence of his words. She squeezed his hand tighter. The... Continue Reading →

TLT: Sweetheart

He'd seemed like such a sweetheart. He'd brought her flowers, held her hand, and kissed her with a passion that whispered 'forever' into her dreams. But then he was gone, leaving nothing but the scattered crumbs of her broken heart in his wake. This post is for Sonya's Three Line Tales challenge. This week's photo... Continue Reading →

WPC: Graceful

History's enigmatic weight settles, cloak-like, upon your shoulders as you walk beneath the graceful arches. The weathered stones may be mere remnants of times past, but still they stand, elegant and proud, marking the route along which devout men once walked. As the wind dances around the columns you can almost hear the sound of male voices... Continue Reading →

TLT: Deep Water

He hadn't intended to cause such an abysmal mess. It had just been a prank: just stupid, childish folly. But, as blaring sirens grew steadily closer, he knew he was in deep water - and he had no one to blame but himself. This post is for Sonya's Three Line Tales challenge. This week's prompt is by Sean Tan.

FFfAW: The End?

The End? "It's finally over." Jonin's voice held a mixture of relief and sorrow as he gazed at the courtyard below. Helleni hummed her agreement. Leaning into his embrace, she watched in satisfaction as the final cobble was laid. Only they and the workmen were aware of the crypt hidden beneath the stones - and no word of... Continue Reading →

TLT: Fallen Flag

"You shouldn't have abandoned the flag," Mikael said, his voice an angry growl in the blood-soaked twilight. Raen looked from their celebrating opponents, who remained unaware of their presence within the trees, to his friend who nursed injuries that could have been so much worse. "It was either lose the flag or lose you," he... Continue Reading →

TLT: Sparks

For a time they'd shone brightly, the sparks flying between them igniting passions that burned with fierce abandon. But such a blaze could never last. Now, from the ashes, they had to build a new life - though whether together or separate had yet to be decided... This post is for Sonya's Three Line Tales.... Continue Reading →

TLT: The Flying Banana

Each weekend they'd piled into the backseat, little ones on older siblings laps, ready for an adventure. It had been part of their family: the Flying Banana, the greatest car in the world. Which was why, despite being told it was only good for the scrapheap, the rusting wreck continued to sit in their garage - some day the banana would... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: Susceptible

Susceptible Willow spotted the pair long before they reached her. The man was perfect, open minded and curious. The woman was more... problematic. She exuded confidence, carrying a fixed world-view that prevented any tampering to her thoughts. But the man was too good to ignore. "Come," she whispered into his mind. "This way." He stopped, his vacant gaze turning towards the doorway where Willow... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: Captivated

Captivated Raedan's hands clenched around the gift box as he listened to the announcement. Lady Seleste had chosen her suitor. And it wasn't him. Everyone else faded into insignificance as she glided across the hall. With each tilt of her head, each flash of a smile, she set his senses reeling. She'd captivated him from the first. Now he had one... Continue Reading →

WPC: On the Edge

poised before an expansive ocean of stilted maturity presenting youthful enthusiasm whilst all outdated dictates constraining adulthood are deposited abandoned on the shoreline far below a life of graft replaced by a fun-filled existence happiness becoming the prime objective These pictures (which were taken at Tintagel, in Cornwall, UK) were nearly posted a few days ago for the... Continue Reading →

WPC: Edge

time flows with the shifting tides tumbling over castle walls to drown in watery obscurity This post is for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge. This week's theme is edge. The photograph was taken on the battlements of the castle at St Michael's Mount in Cornwall, UK.

CB&W: Sunlit Leaves

They hide amongst the sunlit leaves, with only hints of movement to betray their presence. If you watch carefully you might see a darting shape, there and gone in the blink of an eye. But listen. You can hear them: the swish of fluttering wings; the pattering of tiny footsteps on branches. And there - the tinkling of... Continue Reading →

TLT: Boxed

She'd always said that she wouldn't be put in a box and forced into conformity, that she wouldn't follow their indifferent society's path, only to be left feeling stifled and unfulfilled. So how had she come to this? She turned away from the window, from the view of coffin like apartments, and began to pack her bags - it... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: Wisps of Gold

Wisps of Gold Emily stood beside the piled leaves, peering around the garden for any that might have escaped her notice. It had taken far longer than she’d expected to scrape the mound together, each breeze threatening to undo her work, but she’d been determined to gather every golden scrap she could find. "Well?" she called. "How's... Continue Reading →

CB&W: Trees

They huddle beneath the sheltering branches, hidden from view by tangled growth. Soon they'll have to move - their pursuers won't have given up so easily - but for now they sleep in restless slumber, recovering their strength for the struggle ahead. Their dreams are haunted by dark figures who laugh as blood cascades over a... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: Seven PM

Seven PM Edmund stood on the shoreline. Waiting. It was something he was good at. As a child he'd waited for his father, watching the ticking clock. At seven pm, daily, the man would hear the governess' report, granting him a fragment of his time: a smile, a question, a word of praise... if the report was fair. On days when... Continue Reading →

Cee’s Which Way: Stairways and Sunbeams

If you listen carefully, you might hear them on the steps, their laughter echoing in the summer air.  They climb ever higher, curiosity drawing them onwards. Look. There. Can you see them - twisting in the sunbeams? This post is for Cee's Which Way Challenge. I've really missed this challenge - paths, staircases and signposts are some of my... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: Sidelines

Sidelines Jenny hurried past the sports field with her head down, eyes fixed on the path before her. The hubbub of the players stirred memories she'd rather ignore. Plus, he was there. She could hear his voice, bellowing orders over the field. She could feel the weight of his knowing gaze. She'd spent so many hours standing on the sidelines, cheering... Continue Reading →

FFfAW: The Children

The Children "For your disregard of our laws-" "Father, please," Lia said, tears flowing. But no trace of her doting parent was visible. It was the High Councillor who faced her: stern and forbidding as he passed sentence. "-you are hereby banished." Her hand tightened on the pony's reins, and she avoided looking at the children on the... Continue Reading →

TLT: Fruitful

She'd always dreamed of a fertile union. In her youth she'd painted her lips cherry-red, desperate to attract a partner to fulfill her desires, only to be left with a sour taste as their rot spread through her life. Now her season was waning - maybe it was time to reach for the promised fruit alone. This post is for Sonya's... Continue Reading →

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