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Friday Fictioneers: Sharp Ends, Part 6

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Sharp Ends Series/ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /

 Here we are, another week, another prompt, another part of the Sharp Ends series to tell for friday fictioneers! If you want to join, the link to Madison Wood’s page is here. This week I looked at the prompt and my mouth fell agape, how was I to fit a snowy mountain into my series, well I’ve found a way. Hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is always welcome. 

He shook her awake roughly, her eyes flickered open slowly, like butterfly wings readying for flight. A droplet of affection shone in his mercury, gray eyes and for a second she almost forgot where she was.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty, we’re almost there,” He growled, “Thought you might want to see the view as well.” He added, less harshly, his eyes darting about like a fish caught in a net, and indeed, he felt trapped, his phobia of flying was twirling him about its finger. She pushed him away from the window and looked out at the vanilla topped peaks, she was awed by the beautiful sight of the morning sunlight setting the mountains into a fierce white glow.

“Beautiful, ain’t it.” He whispered, she began to reply but a sudden shudder rippled through the plane like a sonic wave.

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Friday Fictioneer’s: Sharp Ends, Part 4

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Sharp Ends Series/ Part 1 / Part 2/ Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /

 

Friday again! Here’s the link to the origin of this prompt, here. I’ve managed to find a way to put this prompt in with the series, quite easily actually. We need more difficult prompts Madison! Anyway, links to the previous and future parts are above, enjoy and remember, constructive critisism is welcome!

The barbed wire had withered but not broken from her sawing, she’d resorted to twisting the flexible material instead. He barely looked at her and when he did, a mixture of emotions from melancholy to anger danced across his facial features. Droplets of rain from the previous night dribbled off her hair languorously. In it’s wake the rain had left a stream of colours which arched across the sky like the curve an arrow travels.

He was impatient, it showed from him constantly humming a tune and pacing around her, his demeanor from the night had almost vanished. She was about to begin haggling him when the wire’s suddenly slackened and fell away. She leaped at the oppurtunity and abrupt, well-worked freedom by darting up behind him. As she moved to grab him in a head lock a siren wailed into life and she stopped dead in her tracks.

Friday Fictioneer’s: Sharp Ends, Part 3

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Sharp Ends Series: /Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /

Here is this weeks’s prompt from Madison Wood’s Friday fictioneers, found here. It is also the third part in my ‘Sharp Ends’ series, so enjoy.

 

 

 

Barbed wire bit at her wrists, it held her captive, teaching her a lesson for what she had done. Fear and guilt also held her prisoner, weighing her down like a concrete block.

He circled her like a cobra, waiting to strike with his verbal vemon. In his hand the knife glinted cruely, the moonlight made it wink nefariously. She imagined fur growing from his body as he transformed into a werewolf under the eyes of the full moon, but he didn’t.

In her hand she grasped a sharp-edged stone, sawing at her bindings, she felt a boost of confidence swell inside her as she held the weapon. Would the same confidence remain when she attacked though? Could she actually kill the man she really loved?