Here’s this week’s entry into Monday’s Finish the Story flash fiction challenge, run by Barbara W. Beacham. This challenge gives you a picture prompt and the first line and asks that you finish the story in 100-150 words. The given line is in italics.
Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest, fingers clenched on the hilt of the ancient dagger as he picked a careful route. His eyes strained, peering into the shadows that crouched beneath the trees. Each branch that scraped against skin made him flinch; every rustle of movement caused his heart to race. They could be anywhere: watching, waiting. Ready to strike.
So many people – friends, family – had already died, their faces twisted into agonised rictuses. Those who still remained huddled within the dubious safety of their homes, too scared to venture outside. This was their only hope. He was their only hope.
He wasn’t a coward but…
How could he fight an enemy he couldn’t even see?
Word Count: 110
Some of you may have noticed that my presence on the blog has reduced recently. This is mainly because I’ve decided to join in with NaNoWriMo this year and have been spending a lot of time planning the novel I’m intending to write – tentatively titled ‘The Age of the Dragonlords’. Because of this I’ll be blogging less and less over the next few weeks and during November I’ll be on the blog with only the occasional update or photography post. I’ll miss visiting everyone’s posts (I love you all!) but hopefully I’ll be back in December and not too engrossed in editing…
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