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Flash Fiction Friday

Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge.  Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to  participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.  

The Choice
by Blodeuedd

She whispered the curse and felt something awaken inside of her. She knew what she was doing was wrong but she could not help herself. The church she stood in seemed to damn her but she just grew stronger. Now she said the words out loud and laughed. Shadows played on the walls and a raven flew in and landed on her shoulder. She was blessed. Not by the new God born from a virgin but from the Old Ones. The true ones. She walked out and the crow flew away. The Morrigan had given her the answer she needed.

The village she lived in stood on the edge of a huge forest. Inside that forest people said the Old Ones still dwelled and it as there Asleigh had found the stone circle. Then circle that called out to her and that would not leave her alone. Months went by but she kept going to the woods. Her parents wanted her to marry a local boy but she felt she was meant for more. Much more.

With these thoughts in her head she once more went into the deep darkness of the ancient forest. It guarded its secrets well and she could almost feel the old ones around her. Whispering and coaxing her to come closer and closer. She had her answer and let nothing stop her. With a smile she came to the stones and knelt beside them.
“I have come.”
A breeze touched her cheek and the raven was back. It looked at her and she did not take her eyes from it.
“My life is yours Morrigan.”
The Raven flew away and she heard the whispers in her mind.
“Yes…yes……yes.” She tried to steady her voice as she went to the stone in the middle. She touched its sleek surface and closed her eyes. Many had been given to the gods on this stone, but that was long ago and they grew weak. Their voices were only whispers now and man had forgotten about their true masters.

She took out the dagger she had hidden in her skirts and held it to her chest.
“My life is yours,” she said and plunged it into her chest. She fell down on the stone with a smile on her face.

The Nymph
by Blodeuedd

There once lived a fair maiden in a kingdom far far away. Her father was the king and her mother was, well not the queen. No, this maiden was the bastard daughter of a king and the woodland nymph that had seduced him, but that is another story.

The fair Maiden loved to sing and play in the woods. She loved the animals and the plants, the trees, all life around her. The Maiden did not venture out of the woods because her mother had told her not to. They would see her beauty and take her for their own. And she was fair, with silver hair that fell down in waves. Her voice could enchant and her kindness could not be matched.

But maidens do not stay in woods all their life. In another kingdom a prince heard of this fair maiden who hid in the woods and he set out to find her. He searched day and night, but the forest was hiding her from him. Finally he found her as she sat by a stream playing with butterflies. He had never seen such beauty and he had to have her.
“Fair one,” he said and startled her. “I have come to take you away.” He smiled and pushed out his chest. She just stared at him.
“To marry?” She asked and the butterflies flew away.
The prince laughed.” No why would I marry a girl I found in the forest? But I will give you jewels and find clothes. “
The Maiden was not stupid. She was no concubine. She was kindness and pureness. She would not give herself to a man like that.
“No, thank you.” She said and started picking at the flowers around her.
Now the prince grew mad and took out his sword. “I will have you one way or another.” He came forward but the Maiden did not move. She just looked away as her mother and her sisters descended from the trees and tore the prince to pieces. Instead she walked away and left the carnage behind her. Her mother and sisters would feast on his flesh. She did feel sad, but soon she had forgotten all about it as her friends came to greet her


I had to do 2 stories or Melissa would whip me! I do feel I was kinder today...sort of..


Nov. 4th, 2011 08:00 pm (UTC)
I like them both, the second one a little more though. The prince did seem like a jerk. I don't if he deserved what he got, exactly, but I didn't feel sorry for him either.
Nov. 4th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
No, I can't say he deserved it, but he meant to do harm and the wood did not like it