Blind Faith – Flash Fiction Challenge

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The Story So Far… 

Vessix accepted her parents’ plans to sacrifice her to the gods after her father lost the vein of gold in the family’s small mine, since a blind person couldn’t support herself in their society. They left her at the temple where all the ill and infirm waited for the gods to come eat them, and Vessix remained at the altar with an ancient, dying man. Late that night, when the door to the temple unlocked and jangled open, the local god entered and ate the man who lay dying, but spared Vessix on the grounds that blindness wasn’t a death sentence. It took her home, gave her breakfast, clothes, a place to sleep, and a psychic duck as a pet. Now the duck urges her to escape and proclaim the god as false to the people of the town – will Vessix listen to the duck’s heretical words, or will she search for real truth? Stay tuned to find out!

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This was written for Joanne the Geek’s Flash Fiction Challenge: The Story So Far, which has to contain a duck!  My story so far is based off a story I started but quit. The reason I quit was because it relied too heavily on Wizards of the Coast (D&D) copyrighted property, and it was destructive enough that I could even get in trouble for it as a fanfic. So I quit because I literally couldn’t share it. Still, this summary doesn’t contain those elements, but it does contain a duck!

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The Lavender Witch

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I’ve farmed lavender for uncountable years; witches live a long time, after all.  The quality of my lavender eclipses ordinary varieties – even mortals love my cultivars.  I can make a powerful sleep potion from the oils of my blossoms.  I could teach you, but mortality is precious – don’t waste it on sleep magic.  Don’t waste it at all.

Like I said, witches live a long time, but not forever.  I love you, child of man, and I want to give you the lavender farm when I pass.  Bury me beneath the tree in my fields, and I will rest easy.

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This was written for Joanne the Geek’s Flash Fiction Challenge #5magic. The prompt word is in bold.

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River Pirate – Part 2

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I followed the sail of the boat at the English Turn.  Upon approach, I threw my grapple, then climbed to the deck.  I slipped past the guard into the hold where civilians slept.  I took a dress from a female passenger, then moved into the cargo hold.

I found the gold chest and picked the lock with a hairpin. I stuffed as much of the gold as I could into hemp bags of gold, then tied them to a belt which I hid beneath the petticoats of the dress.

The next morning, I’d walk away rich with the other passengers.

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Part 1 was very short, written for Sammi Cox’s meander prompt.  This one, Part 2, was written for Joanne the Geek’s Flash Fiction Challenge #3sail.  Join in if you can!

As far as additional inspiration, the English Turn was a famous turn south of New Orleans.  While navigable, it was such a steep turn that a sailing ship had to anchor down and wait for the wind to change before it could finish the curve and make it to port.  It was important during the Battle of New Orleans, as it kept the British from being able to immediately shell the USS Louisiana and Carolina.  Thanks to the association of the battle with pirates like Jean LaFitte and others of Barataria Bay, I chose to write this story about the famous bend in the river.  🙂

Prom Photos

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“This is the perfect spot.”  Mary lifted her prom dress and stood on the cross ties.

A white-haired kid I didn’t recognize took out his phone.  “Stand in a line on the tracks – I’ll take the picture.”

Everyone obeyed, then a nearby train horn wailed.  “Mary,” I said, “I think this is a bad idea.”

The photographer waved.  “Scooch in!”

“Gawd, stop ruining everything.”  Mary grabbed my arm, pulled me close.

The train rounded the corner.  “A train’s coming!  What is wrong with you?!”

“This is going to get so many likes!” the fey photographer cried.  “Smile and say cheese!”

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This was written for Joanne the Geek’s second monthly flash fiction challengetrack.  There’s plenty of time to join the fun, so I definitely encourage you to join in!

The other part of my inspiration was something I heard on the radio.  In North Carolina, 18 people died on train tracks last year – and evidently at least some of them were high school students taking prom pictures.  So I added a fey villain to ensure the danger, then wrote this up.  But if you’re going to prom or have a kid going to prom, tell them that no amount of Pinterest love is worth dying for!