Friday Fictioneers: Sharp Ends, Part 8


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It was definite, the plane was crashing, they were falling to their death and yet she felt at ease, almost happy. Out the window, she could see the engine had turned into a raging ball of fire, smoke billowing from it like ash from a volcano. The fire seethed like a living creature, bringing down its prey, he lunged for her hand and began begging, she was ignorant to him though.

“Brace for impact!” The speaker’s blared, she kicked him away and cowered beneath her arms, waiting for relief from her guilt. Suddenly the plane collided with earth, the immense pressure knocking her from her seat, she began rolling and crashing about. She blacked out for a second before regaining consciousness as the plane skidded to a halt. She looked up, shaking all over, the cockpit of the plane had disappeared, revealing a forest which nestled beneath the mountains they had recently flown over.


All That’s Left


Quill Shiv’s Flash Fiction Faction Prompt

Once upon a time the water had been pure and blue like the sky, the trees had been lush, the canopy’s had burst with the robust noises of life. The people of the forest had nurtured their home of tranquility, unknown to destruction. Until Whik-utan-o created monarchy and took the throne.

The stumps in the murky water, are the ruins of the Gyi-yu Bridge, they are the mark of Whik-utan-o, the symbol of destruction. The Gyi-yu bridge had been the entrance to the people’s sanctuary, it had been the their temple, their belief, their idol.

That was before Whik-utan-o, when the Gyi-yu bridge had been found in the solid wood of the forest goddess; Fy’d-yu. Fy’d-yu had been the tallest, oldest tree in the forest, it had been the forest guardian with beautiful, bewitching tattoo’s embroided in its bark.

Because Fy’d-yu was their guardian, the people decided to build a bridge out of Fy’d-yu, which would be the entrance to their sanctuary. Some say that was why the forest fell, because Fy’d-yu was constantly watching the exterior. Little did Fy’d-yu know, that in the heart of the forest a tumor was growing, and growing, and growing. Whik-utan-o was born, his birth was the death of the forest, and the death of the forest was the start of his injurious reign.