Flash Fiction – Mist Glen Moon

Washed Away

Franson’s victory had been dampened, quite literally, by an insulting deluge. He’d finally done it. He’d finally conquered the Crystalline City. A feat no one had thought viable, but he had done it. Now he and his men sheltered beneath the cliff’s overhang while the rain hid everything.

Amateurs

Tucked between the gables, Thewyn had a perfect view of the crime in the alleyway below. The three men wore rough masks and accosted the drunken reveler. Their knives shook, and their voices were too loud and fast. The robbers were amateurs.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: She believed she could actually make a difference

A Blessing’s Seal

Where had he been? Yanking his gaze forward, Stephan saw the men break before him, revealing Crystal motionless on the slab. Where he had been would not matter. Not to them.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: I'm confused

A Reason Why

Carl had never thought they’d reached the goal, but here, staring at the view screen, where the planet’s desiccated remains before him. Nearly desiccated. His hand hesitated over the controls.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: The copper bowl shone in the sun's rays

A Blessing’s Cost

From her patio seat, Tara glowered over the verdant valley. She wished to be anywhere else. Those below would wish they were in her place, but they didn’t contest with what she did. Tara sighed. Not that their plights were easier. The object of her annoyance flashed on her periphery.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: Despite what your teacher may have told you

Trail of Debris

Arisa held her sword before her, scowling at Gahwal with fury she could muster. Every moment of the last year led here. Her pain, her sweat, her loss, it all culminated in this moment.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: It is late morning on the old wall clock

Time Stop

Karris stood by the wall again. Its long, flat surface stood unadorned, except for a single clock. The clock, a remnant of the old world, remained forever stuck on late morning. Trina sighed watching him, wishing he wasn’t as stuck as the clock.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: There are no heroes

They’re Here

Mana wanted to scream as life dredged forward in its endless pace. A life which had dumped her here, huddled with countless others behind an unclimbable wall. Even those few who might’ve had the skills to scale it wouldn’t have made it out. She could hear, whether real or imagined, the buzz of electricity surging along the top.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: Never take advice from someone

Lesson’s Price

“Look kid, I like you.” Denon wasn’t certain about the auspiciousness of being liked by Severance. Every time they met, he was thoroughly loused. “And because I like you, I’m going to give you some hard-won advice.” A resounding smack on his back followed this, threatening to topple him from his chair.

Time Slip, Part 1

Erieri, the sole guardian of the Plains of Time, found no solitude in their expanse this day. “You can’t ignore us, Erieri.” Hendat stomped after her as she strode further and further from the great clock and into the unending plains.

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