Friday Fictioneers: Slave Bones, Part 2


Slave Bones Series:/ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Another week and my stats seem to be dropping, oh well they will hopefully pick up soon as I introduce my new series for friday fictioneers; Slave Bones. The link to friday fiction prompt is here. Part 2 is below, hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is welcome as always.


As the sun completed its final milestone of its day, so too did the slaves. The next camp lay crumbling before them, a stone shack that Rordan couldn’t help thinking, depicted his current life style. Not that his previous one had been any better, he’d lived in squalor beneath the city, trying to avoid the wrath of the Ignis people like many people did. All his life the Ignis people had been an incessant threat to him, since the reign of King Corinth had died, so too had the respect between Ignis and Aluction people.

A single skeleton of a black barked tree stood in solace before the building, a buzzard sentry stood guard on it. It screeched at the slaves as they passed, like it too shared a passionate hatred for them. Everyone and everything Rordan had met, treated him with enmity which always curdled his Aluction blood and rattled his slave bones.


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.