#prompter: anke

Protected: Light a Candle for Me

In Calenta, there was an old tradition – born out of a much older story, and that itself born out of an ancient event – that you did not count the dead as gone until the cold season had passed without them returning to life.

They had honored Talmizhaab when her body had been found, of course, and laid the body to rest in the crypts below the school. Davenpor had said the words he needed to…

Protected: Later On, by the Fire…

They had fallen into a routine. One of them would stay in the house with the kids; the other two would go out and scrounge, or hunt, or both, staying out until dark and coming back dragging an old kids’ sled laden down with their finds.

On good days, the sled was full, and the stuff on the sled was useful. On bad days – and there were more of those than good – the sled was empty or they ran…

It was January Third.

I remember because nobody was hungover but work wasn’t really getting back to normal yet – not the second but not the fifth, that sort of thing? (more…)

A Good Life 🎃 A story for #Halloween. 🎃 #freefiction #flashfiction

To Anke’s Prompt.  I found I didn’t want to make it dark this time.  🎃 The field had been warm, sun-kissed and sheltered from the wind. The soil was rich and the rain was lovely. Now the air was cold and the Vines were drying up. The pumpkin, and all its siblings and cousins, were full-grown, ready. In two more weeks, maybe four, they would start going back to the soil. The pumpkin saw it’s…

A Different Stripe - a story of Dragons next Door for the Giraffe (Zebra) Prompt Call 🦓 #freefiction #amwriting

Written to Anke’s prompt.  🦓 When you spend your time trying to learn as much as possible about the other people around you and working on finding the best in all of them – sometimes by viewing them by your cultural standards, sometimes by theirs, sometimes by some neutral third party – and then you find them using a kind of casual racism against creatures you think of as being the same as them,…