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Friday Fictioneers 4/12/19


Photo prompt @ Roger Bultot ”And that’s the house I grew up in. ” “That’s Grandma’s house? No way .” “Yes. I spent many happy minutes on the porch with Grandma watching the inquisition from here . What memories…” “Well , it’s time to get back to our world . You remember where you drew the portal , don’t you?” The woman with the long blonde hair was jolted out of her reverie by the loud sound of hoofs shaking the grounds around you them. The Holy Roman Empire! The little girl was dancing around pretending to be a fairy … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers 4/12/19

A Feather in My Hand


The Feather I’m racing through the trees. Normally, I would be worried about being so late. Tonight I’m not. Because I have a secret and it’s going to save me. I know the others are looking for something to hang me from. I could say I know because I’m a witch but I actually overheard them. I slow down at the approach to the cave but then I suddenly stop. Dead quiet and the air is thick with smoke. I turn around and run the other way, clutching the feather in my cold hand. Continue reading A Feather in My Hand