The Hunter (March Speculative Fiction Prompt)

Michael has an unexpected and intense ending here. I hope you enjoy his take on the prompt!

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I’m happy I bloggled (another word for “stumbled”) onto D. Wallace Peach’s blog, Myths of the Mirror, because I found she has a cool monthly writing prompt. The photo prompt below is the March Speculative Fiction Prompt and you can read or play along simply by clicking the link.

Here’s the photo and my story is below.

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The Hunter

Pris Hulden was a Cleaner.

At 12-years-old he was too young to be trusted as a Watcher and much too young to given the responsibility of a flash pistol and the duties of a Hunter, so his role in the family, for at least the next three years, was as a Cleaner. When Pris turned 15 – assuming he lived to age 15 – and was able to prove himself to the Heads, Pris’ role would change and with luck he’d become a Hunter.

Taking his place…

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March Speculative Fiction Prompt ||Diana Wallace Peach||Her Dream||

A tale of determination from Jess. I hope you enjoy it!

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Hello everyone! I hope you’re all having a great day! At the beginning of this month, I saw a post over at Diana Wallace Peach’s . And she has a great way by which people can express their creativity.  She gives her readers an image every month and they can write a story or poem on it and link her and she will repost it on her blog. (I really hope I explained it right!) This month’s image was really appealing to me so I decided to do a post as well!


Here’s the image:

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Her Dream 

People say she can’t do it. She should just give up now. There’s nothing anyone can do about it. he believed them too for a while. After all, how could she continue her dancing career with a transplanted hip? But no matter what she did, her mind was stuck on the same thought. “Why…

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Aether Prompt Winner: D. Wallace Peach

Jason gave me another wonderful win for my microfiction story. It was fun going dark with this one. If you enjoy microfiction challenges, he has a weekly prompt. Happy Writing!

Aethereal Engineer

The talented D. Wallace Peach of Myths of the Mirror gained a second victory by winning the February 20th Aether Prompt with a dream stalking huntress…

The shadow scaled the wall, a weightless thing made of silhouettes, streetlights, and full moons. She sought the open windows of sultry summers, of proper men, their ravening desires forbidden during wakeful hours. Before them, she’d assume a human shape, one they would never possess if it were not for their midnight dreams.

Congratulations! Now you’re in the running for the 2019 AETHEREAL ENGINEER WRITER SUPPORT PRIZE PACKAGE! How might she, or possibly you, perchance win such fabled treasure as this? Take a look at my weekly Aether Prompts and find out!

~Jason H. Abbott

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Glitch – March Photo Prompt

A cool story from Barbara. Enjoy!

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Glitch – March Photo Prompt

https://mythsofthemirror.com/2019/03/01/march-speculative-fiction-prompt/

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This is the photo given to us by Diana, of Myths of the Mirror, to write about. Thanks, Diana!

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pixabay image by Natan Vance

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Glitch

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I was bored.

I was sitting in my bedroom that weekend morning, waiting for the much ballyhooed total eclipse that was to take place later that day to be over. My family had been talking of nothing else for days, and I was sick of hearing about it already.

“Don’t you want to come outside with us, Jaycee?” My mom held out some special eclipse viewing sunglasses things made of cardboard.

I rolled my eyes. “No, mom, y’all go ahead. I have homework to do. I’ll watch it on the internet after while,” I said.

“Suit yourself, but if you change your mind, we’ll be out back,” mom said. I nodded as she left the…

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Challenged

A lovely poem from Reena. I hope you enjoy!

Reena Saxena




dreams lie beyond
Sun and Moon
-challenged
by light years
-uneclipsed
by hopelessness
-fired
by courage
 
I will lower
the stratosphere -or
grow tall enough
to peek into the rough
and tumble
of imagination
ready to face
the unseen
 
I hope
to find something
worthwhile
-else
conversion of nothing
to something
will become
a new challenge





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An Email from Saint Zillow

And now for a little morning comedy from Greg. Hope you start your day with a smile!

Almost Iowa

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This short story was inspired by D. Wallace Peach’s March Speculative Fiction Prompt.

The Abbot’s desk groaned under the weight of his work.

With every additional platbook, it grunted. With every fresh survey, it creaked and with each new title, it murmured a deep sigh of despair.

Though his desk did not like his workload, the Abbot did.

His labors were the continuation of a long tradition. For five hundred and twenty-two years, the Zillowitte monks had dedicated themselves to the mundane task of settling land disputes and transferring titles. It was the only useful thing that The Ancient Order of Saint Zillow did anymore.

The order was originally established to find homes for the millions of urban refugees who fled into the countryside in the wake of The Great Calamity – but the last of them had been resettled centuries ago.

So what does an organization do after…

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The New Nephilim

This one will definitely give you the shivers. Enjoy!

Thru Violet's Lentz


The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward,
when the sons of God came into the daughters of men,
and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men
who were of old, men of renown.
Genesis 6:4


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At our conception,
we were heralded as the New Nephilim,
hybrid beings designed to possess
both the fleshly allure
of the human surrogates
in who’s wombs we were incubated,
and the intellectual capabilities
of the Gods of AI
by whom we were sired.

The Old World Men of Science
that made possible our creation,
having separated themselves completely
from the possibility of any truth
lying in the holy books of the ancients,
made no provision for the great cleanse
as prophesied by the archaic authors,
and were unable to save their species
when the great pestilence did indeed come..

Neither, however, did the god of the…

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