Yes, Captain Scarlight and Methuselah have decided to take over my blog again. This particular flash was inspired by this week’s writing prompt by Eric J. Krause – “A strange website promises something (good fortune? Unending power? Never-ending riches?)”. No, the Captain doesn’t have Internet access, but it was still an inspirational prompt… * * […]
Flash Fiction
Friday Flash – Captain Karaoke
Here’s my attempt for this week’s Fiction Friday challenge on the Write Anything blog, also submitted to the Friday Flash collection. Prompt #169 was; The note taped to the door said: See you at Wild Notes Karaoke Bar. “Well I don’t know about you, Thusie, but I’ve had a damn good night,” said Captain Scarlight. […]
Friday Flash – Free
Teva scraped another line into the tally on her wall. One thousand, one hundred and seventy four scratches marked the small patch of soft chalk in the granite wall. She rocked back onto her heels. The guard would come in ten minutes time. She hauled herself onto the hard mattress in the corner. A rusted […]
Friday Flash – A Black Night in the Churchyard
A small rock scuttled across the medieval stones. A fox looked up from his foraging near the gate. His amber eyes saw the Black Knight sitting on a low tomb. The knight kicked his feet against the faded inscription, and fiddled with his gauntlets. He cast his gaze around the lurching gravestones. He no longer […]
How They Met
Here’s my attempt for this week’s Fiction Friday challenge on the Write Anything blog, also submitted to the Friday Flash collection. The prompt was; Pick two established characters, either from your own work or others’. Now write the scene/story of their meeting. I decided to go with Commander Melissa Hunt and Dawkins, from my current […]
Polly Wants A Cracker!
For this week’s Friday Flash, I’ve returned to Captain Scarlight and Methuselah, his telepathic parrot. They made their first debut last month, in Pieces O’ Eight. * * * The parrot sailed into the room, riding the breeze from the open window. Sunlight played across the scattered empty bottles, turning the floor into a stained […]
