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Fantasy Humor

Seasons and Morning Mist #writephoto

Seasons and Morning Mist (203 words)

She remembered standing on that ridge overlooking that moorland. It had been a morning like this a little over a year ago. The sky had been that pale, cool pink softening towards a rainy afternoon chill. She remembered huddling under her cloak, trying to keep the rain out as they continued the long road to the false king’s castle.

A silly girl, that’s what she had been. A silly girl with big ideas and a bundle of arguments that meant nothing to an iron tyrant.

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Fantasy Photo

Facing the Stones (434 Words)

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It was traditional, not to say required, to be married before the stones. The people of the fields and drops of Little Boulding had kept to this tradition, not at all a requirement, since before anyone could remember. So of course it was expected that if they were to be married, even a goblin and a man ought to be married before the stones.

On this day, the happiest day, Gnarlas was trying to decide why the man wanted to marry her at all.

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Art Spiritual

Reflection

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Reflection (74 Words)

O looking back the way I came,
I found my future much the same;
The dreams short-lived, the shadows tall,
Still one true Light above it all.

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Photo Poetry

True Life

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True Life (46 Words)

Pictures on the wall my stand
Day and month and year
No picture ever yet can catch
The memories we hold dear

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Fantasy Photo

Sailing Love Song

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Sailing Love Song (54 Words)

Fly away, fly away
Bird on the breeze
Bring him this message
My love on the seas—

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Fantasy Photo

Ribbons in his Hair

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Ribbons in his Hair (161 Words)

Emily knew the minute she went around the corner that she was about to get an earful.

“It’s that time of the year again!” said the elf. He sat as if he’d been waiting for her, his hands clenched on tree bark and his green eyes seething petulant fire. “I’m never going to get the ribbons out of my hair!”

Emily glanced at the elf’s tree. The connection between him and the tree was still a mystery to her, but like most things about wild folk, she didn’t bother questioning it.

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Humor Poetry

Noise

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Noise (84 Words)

The traffic starts
At six a.m.
At five o’ clock
It starts again
The noise and rush is no surprise
The world is quiet in your eyes.

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Fantasy Photo

The Bell That Couldn’t Ring

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The Bell That Couldn’t Ring (192 Words)

One day they would have to ring the bell. It was inevitable. With the increasing attacks from the cave crawlers, it was only a matter of time before barbed and electric wire was breached and the town would be overcome. So there Peter stood in the hopes of saving at least a few of the townsfolk, ready to ring the bell.

A light voice made him turn. “You know they won’t come in the daytime. You can relax, silly.”

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Fantasy Humor

Undercover

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Undercover (200 Words)

Casey sat with all the faded dignity of a self-crowned queen, her arm resting on the back of her plastic chair, her hat set back on her forehead at a jaunty angle.

Aryn set the plate of fries and cheese in front of her with a care that was too deliberate to be ignored.

“No,” he said. “I won’t do it. I’ve already shown you too much.”

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Fantasy Humor

One Last Loop

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One Last Loop (185 Words)

 

Jane stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment. The morning air was humid, warming. It felt strange to be standing there. But after everything that had happened she had no choice but to go.

It had been quite the adventure and the revelation of a dragon living in the sewers had shaken her. She needed to move somewhere less crowded—somewhere she could at least pretend was stable.