Noemei – #writingprompt

pixabay image by Natan Vance

A story from JP over at Wide-eyed Wandering Spoonie. Full of action and one powerful girl at the top. I hope you enjoy it.

Noemei

Noemei opened her eyes to her squalid surroundings. The stench of sweat and excrement mixed with something worse, the smell of fear. The air was ripe with it. Slavers! Her Island village had been raided. She’d been thrown in the hold of a ship with the other children and what adults were left after the massacre. She brusquely wiped a tear away. This would not do, her mother had told her to get away and get away she would.

Noemei pushed her way through the sniveling crowd to one of the many round openings in the side of the ship. Without a second thought, she slipped through and into the icy water with a small splash. She reached the shore shivering. An old abandoned building half stood to her right, providing shelter from the chilling wind. The collapsed side of the building gave her a view of the ancient ruins and the black moon.

“Where’d she get to Eggar?”

Noemei heard the rough voices of the slavers, close…

 

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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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On the Road – A spec-fiction-prompt break.

Some of you might remember my hectic October when my brother and I were responding to our parents’ emergency health challenges. Since then, we’ve been trying to find senior housing near us and a spot finally opened up. Months of waiting flipped overnight into a flurry of urgent activity.

Not a happy cat!

I’ll be flying to Colorado tomorrow to pack their house, make trips to the dump, talk to a realtor, arrange for a UHaul, move my parents (and their cats!), and get them settled into their new apartment a thousand miles from the place they call home. The to-do dragon is a mile long and will surely grow horns and a tail.

Needless to say, this is going to take a few weeks. I’m practicing serenity as well as making time to accomplish my tasks with patience, care, and kindness.

I have posts prescheduled in order to finish sharing March’s Speculative Fiction stories and poems. I’m going to close comments, so please click through to the writers’ sites to comment on the stories.

We’ll wrap up the Ninny Rhino challenge with a blog party (you’re all invited), and I’ve got some lovely blog shares planned as well as a couple reposts. You won’t even notice that I’m gone. Lol.

With all this going on, I’ve decided not to post a prompt for April (sigh). I just wouldn’t be able to give it the proper attention it requires.

But, we’ll resume in May – so get your steampunk hats on!

I’ll be visiting and checking in as I’m able. Happy Writing and have a few wonderful weeks of spring (or autumn). Peace ❤

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!

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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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