Writing Prompt – 5 Words #43

Today’s words are:

  • Egyptian
  • Calcium
  • Lunar
  • Pique
  • Angular

The goal is to exercise your brain and split writer’s block. You can write anything! A story, a poem, a paragraph, a sentence, anything! The only rule is that it includes the words given or is inspired by the words given. If you post something, link it in a comment. I’d love to see what everyone comes up with! Have fun and remember to include #5words

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Flash Fiction – Skystriker

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“It’s pointless, the king is a fool! He’ll never agree,” a figure cloaked in purple said.

“But he must agree. And he will. I’ll make sure of it,” a man wearing thick black goggles said. He smiled, his teeth black as soot. The purple figure fidgeted, uncertain, concerned.

Black Teeth stretched out his right arm, it was twice the size of his left, and took hold of a heavy, cast iron crank. He grunted. The muscles and veins stood out of his arm and neck. His body tightened, bulged, sweated. Slowly, a long low creak screeched through the room. Gears tangled in a brilliant horrible mass began turning on each other. A faint blue light glowed all around like bottled lightning crackling.

“What, what are you doing?!” the purple figure said, stepping backward.

The light grew brighter and brighter. Blinding blue, white-hot light. The purple figure dropped to his knees, shielding his eyes.

Black teeth began laughing maniacally as the crank turned faster and faster. Soon his arm was a blur as the gears ground on each other in a cacophony of iron and steam. The purple figure scratched at his ears trying to block out the terrible sound that pounded his head.

A sudden explosion rocked the entire airship. The purple figure felt as though his insides had been separated from each other. Bone from bone, muscle from muscle.

The machine began to slow and the lights dim. The purple figure stood shakily, clutching his head and stomach. He looked up, bleary-eyed, at black teeth. His arm was still turning, slower and slower as the machine screeched to a halt, and the room darkened.

“Wh-what did you do?” the purple figure asked.

Black teeth was smiling.

“I stopped the rain.”

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Flash Fiction – Zephyr

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Zephyr put her head to the wind as she sped down the narrow gap of a crystal canyon. Her eyes watered as the sharp mirror faces glinted bluish white sun at her like teeth flashing in expectation. Metallic hooves crashed against the crystalline surface sending out a chiming reverberation across the planet and into the sky. The curls of her glowing orange mane whipped against her body like a flame roaring in the face of the storm.

A single image hung in Zephyr’s mind; a point focused to deadly sharpness. The embodiment of all the pain, grief, and suffering of a thousand generations. Never again, she told herself. With the single thought, she put her head to the wind and took hold of her freedom.

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Poem – Friendship

There once was a locust.

His name was Vern.

He was quick as a dart.

He jumped high as a fern.

There once was a beetle.

His name was Dan.

He was tough as a rock.

He was strong as a man.

There once was a cricket.

His name was Luck.

He was smart as a whip.

He chirped loud as a truck.

They met in a field.

They formed a pirate band.

They hitched up their things.

They traveled the land.

They stole honey.

They stole grain.

They stole crops.

They even stole rain!

One day they sat

Resting by a pool,

When Dan stood up

And said, “This seems fool!

We call ourselves pirates,

And we’re smart and quick and tough,

But we have no ship,

Nowhere to put our stuff!”

“He’s right you know,”

Vern said at last.

“We are pirates,

But we have no mast!”

“Fellows, fellows,”

Luck said with a grin.

“We do have a ship,

And its name is ‘Friend’.”

Flash Fiction – Fastball

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Captain Skylark took a piece of chalk between his grubby oil-soaked fingers and drew a smiley face on the outside of a battered black coffee mug. He smiled and gulped down the scorching liquid, tossing the empty mug over his shoulder.

“Alright, boys, let’s shoot this spitball!” Skylark shouted over the radio.

The Captain sat back in his chair and crisscrossed his body with seatbelts. One hand swept across the instrument panel of the tiny bathysphere, flipping switches and pressing buttons.

Through the viewport, Skylark could see the silver-white dot of a moon beyond the rim of the Stellar Cannon. A countdown came over the dented speaker.

“Firing in 6… 5… 4…”

Skylark slammed into his seat as his craft spun along the rifling and launched into space. Stars streaked by at a sickening pace outside the window. He closed the viewport and watched his coffee mug spinning in free-fall before his face. He snatched it, deftly avoiding the jagged edges where the handle used to be, and muttered to himself.

“Hope they have a good catcher…”

Flash Fiction – Coffeebuck$

Zippy Flash Fiction

Inspired by 5 Words #25

Somewhere in Washington…

“I’ll take an Ultra Mocha Filled Raspberry Chortle No-Whip Half-Caff Low-Fat Non-Dairy Hot On-The-Rocks Presbyterian A-La-Mode with Caramel Dilly Dallies and 14 grains of All-Natural Organic Bone-Char-Free Evaporated Cane Sugar on the side,” Terry said.

“One Ultra Mocha Filled Raspberry Chortle No-Whip Half-Caff Low-Fat Non-Dairy Hot On-The-Rocks Presbyterian A-La-Mode with Caramel Dilly Dallies and 14 grains of All-Natural Organic Bone-Char-Free Evaporated Cane Sugar on the side for Terry. That’ll be $86.90,” the cashier said.

“I’ve got an Ultra Mocha Filled Raspberry Chortle No-Whip Half-Caff Low-Fat Non-Dairy Hot On-The-Rocks Presbyterian A-La-Mode with Caramel Dilly Dallies and 14 grains of All-Natural Organic Bone-Char-Free Evaporated Cane Sugar on the side for Terry,” the barista said.

“Oh, shoot! Can I actually get that cold?”

Poem – Song of Seven

Inspired by 5 Words #23

Seven bottles,

Seven promises,

Seven lands,

Seven friends.

Seek the first in land of stone;

Search beneath a tree alone.

Seek the second below the tide;

Shifting sands is where it hides.

Seek the third in forest old;

Start at field with fluffy fold.

Seek the fourth in ice and snow;

Swirling lights above and glowing eyes below.

Seek the fifth in scorching heat;

Scorpions scuttle beneath your feet.

Seek the sixth in mirror lake;

Shines the one that isn’t fake.

Seek the seventh on mountain tall;

Summit the top and find the fall.

Stand with friends beneath the sun;

Save our world from the Endless One.

Writing Prompt – 5 Words #21

Today’s words are:

  • Majesty
  • Drought
  • Trip
  • Overseers
  • Sky

The goal is to exercise your brain and split writer’s block. You can write anything! A story, a poem, a paragraph, a sentence, anything! The only rule is that it includes the words given or is inspired by the words given. Have fun and remember to include #5words

Short Story – The Traveler – Prologue

The Traveler

“It has become apparent, in these times, that time itself is threatened. Unauthorized travel is no longer a simple nuisance, but what we feared has come true. There is someone out there who is twisting time and space to fit his own twisted ideals. He has eluded us so far.


“Therefore, I have a proposition. All in favor for the release of Etoile Filante? …Any opposed? …Then it is decided.”

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Short Story – The White of Space

“What was that…?” Professor Hopkins whispered to himself as he stared out the portside window.

“What was what?” Captain Callahan asked.

“Oh er… ah, nothing. Nothing, I’m sure. I think staring off into this infinite darkness is starting to play tricks on my eyes,” Hopkins replied.

“Well, it’ll do that. I assure you. Best to keep your mind occupied with other things while you’re up here. Nothing out there to see anyway, right Professor?” Callahan said.

“Oh, uh. Yes. Nothing…” Hopkins said, tearing his eyes away from the inky blackness of space. He wrinkled his brow slightly, then laughed. “Ha… haha, you know, I’d almost swear I saw a shark. Imagine such a thing!” shaking his head.

“A shark! My, Professor, your imagination really does run wild doesn’t it,” Callahan laughed. Hopkins nodded, slowly turning his eyes back to the porthole.

“Haha, yes, I suppose it does…” Hopkins trailed off as he saw something glint out of the corner of his eye. He shook his head again, looking back at the starship captain. “Uhh, er, say Captain.”

“Yes?”

“What do you think happened to the crew of Gemini-I? I mean, in your opinion as a spaceman, what do you think could have happened?” Hopkins asked.

“Well, Professor, outer space is an unforgiving place. An unforgiving, inhospitable, vast, vacuum of nothingness. Any number of things could have gone wrong with Gemini-I. Explosive decompression, solar radiation, equipment malfunction, even pilot’s error can’t be ruled out. The truth is, Professor, there is no place more daunting, more dangerous, more deadly than outer space,” Callahan replied. Hopkins nodded, paused, nodded again.

“Yes…” He looked out the window, rocked back to get a better view, then leaned forward quickly. “Captain.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you suppose they would have me accompany you on this mission? Why do you think they would choose me, a marine biologist, to fly to outer space to investigate the disappearance of a starship? Why a marine biologist, Captain?” Hopkins asked.

“Well… Honestly, Professor, I’m as puzzled as you are. I… I just don’t know,” Callahan replied. Hopkins stared out the window again, nervous. He gripped his slacks, released, clinched his fingers again. He stomped his feet and looked at the Captain with excited fear.

“Suppose, Captain, just suppose. Say there were something out here. And suppose this thing were alive. Suppose that a living creature could survive here in the vacuum of space. Not just survive, but that this was its natural habitat. Suppose something lived out here, Captain. Suppose it was capable of attacking a starship. What if, Captain, what if they chose me because they knew something lived out here. Something like… a shark,” Hopkins said, his lips quivering.

“Now, Professor…” Callahan started.

“Sir! Something showing on the radar,” Navigator Carlson cut in.

“What is it, Carlson?” Callahan asked, leaning over his shoulder.

“It… it looks like an asteroid field of some sort… but there’s nothing like this on the charts…” Carlson said.

Professor Hopkins stood and staggered toward the men. He stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on the wide forward window.

“No… Not asteroids… not asteroids…” Hopkins said, the words tumbling from his pale lips.

The two men turned their eyes slowly toward the window. In the distance, thousands of tiny shapes began to come into view. Shiny, gray specks on the horizon. Not asteroids. Something new and ancient. An unspeakable horror, seen only once by human eyes, converging on Gemini-II from all directions. An uncharted nightmare swimming through the infinite dark depths of space.

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