Nightfall
The Friend beckoned, and I followed. I walked behind it, marveling at the silence of every step. The air smelled of cinnamon and pine needles, with a dash of…
Don't you wish you were here?
Your challenge: write a story about a character who is going somewhere. There are no limits to how far they go, or how often they've gone. It can be their first or 500th time going there. The story can also recount the journey or the final destination. If you want, you could do more than one ficlet, and describe both. It can take place in a fictional town, country, planet, or dimension, or a real location, well-known or obscure. Try to describe the setting and feel of the place so the reader feels like they are there as well. I am looking forward to reading the results!
Challengers
9 entriesThe Car Ride of Contemplation.
Will threw his two-year-old body violently on the floor. I told him it was time to go “home”. Home to Will is a dirty hell hole where his mother, four men with…
The Messenger
Heat from within his darkened belly and the rim of his hat shading his face he walked alongside his horse, bridle in hand. His horse carried red and brown…
...and many more to go.
A quick look back shows the space that I had just left. It seemed so far away... certainly the effort was nothing insignificant. The feeling of exhilaration at…
Limelight: The Spider's Walk
I stared up the massive tree trunk, my eyes roaming the darkness. Seeing no danger amidst the black forest they returned to me. I took a few steps toward the…
Outbound
There were a series of dull thuds and reverberations as the docking arms pulled back from the hull of the Pontificus. A slight vibration and the chemical…
Vertigo
I am walking so carefully now one foot in front of the other, trying not to look to the side, keeping my eyes down low for the rocks and ridges and rough life…
You'd love it, you know you would...
_Dear Rhonda, You’ll probably screw this up before you even read it, but I miss you, and I’ve no-one else to write to. For 27 years we came here, Harold’s B&B…
Let's Read
Click Click Click Words were drawn to my screen from a distant source. Held there, signaling for my attention. I the spider, considering my next juicy…