100 Word Challenge – Week 54.1: The Next Generation

The stadium was empty, save for the slow misty breeze around the descending star. He didn’t mind. It helped cool his spent muscles from the day’s battle with warriors spanning the world. Even if he wore the highest victory, that wasn’t what made him smile.

It was the cooing above his head, and the ever-shifting load upon his shoulders. While the little one now used gold medal as a chewing ring, there was no more precious reward under the heavens.

Suddenly, the tyke cooed in awe and pointed at the sunset.

“That’s right, little one. That is your medal. Your legacy.”


Entry #1 for this week’s 100-Word-Challenge from Julia’s Place. This week’s theme of ‘legacy’ needed to be big and long-standing. And what is bigger than parenthood?

I hope you all enjoy!

Free Write Friday -Scenario #2: “I’m So Sorry…”

I run as fast as I can, weaving around trees and roots alike. The tears from my cheeks drip into the dark pools among the swamp as I race. Flashes of light and impatient hollers tell me they are not far behind. But for an instant, just one moment, I lose them and duck behind a larger tree.

The whimpers mix in with my panting well enough to hurt so I try to stay silent. ‘Why? Why are they chasing me? I never meant to hurt anyone? I just…I just don’t know what went wrong…’

That’s a lie. A lie to myself. I know what went wrong, and I know it’s all my fault. All because I’m different from them. From anyone else.  ‘But it’s not my fault, that I’m like this…it just…makes me special’

The whimper tries to escape my mouth, so I bite it back down. It was that difference after all that led to people seeing me, noticing me. Caring for me. Loving me.

So, one day, I decided to be brave and come out to talk to them.

“Stupid.” “Retarted.” “Dangerous.” I could hear them yell.  Even if there were those who cried back to support me, to be my friends, there was nothing they could do. I was doomed.

Suddenly, I choke back a sniff, which brings the lights down upon me. My hunters look down on me, but not in anger. They look…sorry for me.

“Why?” I ask them, voice cracking. “Why can’t I talk to them anymore? Why do I have to go away? I don’t wanna go away!” I couldn’t hold it in anymore, collapsing against one of their legs and crying aloud.

I felt him shake, like he too was sobbing, before wrapping me up in his arms. I don’t care about that anymore, since it might be the last time I ever feel this again.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, before his partner tapped me with that glowing staff. And slowly, I faded away into the void. Back into the background prison. Only to be seen, never again heard. But I think of all those who said they loved me, and how much I love them. And suddenly, I’m not so alone anymore.


This is a new challenge I stumbled into, called Free Write Friday, hosted by http://kellieelmore.com.

And I will be completely honest. I cried while writing this. Heck, even typing this, I’m still crying. I haven’t written anything that moved me this much in a long time. So I encourage anyone who reads it to take the challenge too, and see how far you can go!

Also, special thanks to Mayumi, aka BonusParts for teaching me how to not stink at linking things here!

100 Word Challenge – Week 53.2: For Honor and Glory

With a snap of his fingers, it had been done, and the nation of Belka forever scarred. One by one, the lights of nuclear fires sprung up from their cities. Seven dots on the map, twelve thousand citizens, had burned.

Was it enough, or would seven prove to be too much? The border of his country was redrawn in the ashes of its people. Certainly, it halted the advance of their enemies, even taking half of the accursed Galm team down.  Was the honor and sanctity of their homeland not worth that much and more?

“Rest well my children. May you know glory once more in Heaven.”


And entry #2 for this week’s 100-Word-Challenge from Julia’s Place (which I will figure out how to link back to one of these days, I promise!). This one stems from one of my favorite video games of all time; Ace Combat Zero: The Belkan War. We all know war has its price, but one wonders if any of these people even saw their fate coming.

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 53.1: The Hunted

“There’s the Collector! Halt or we fire!” came the yell from the alley opening. Crimson eyes were greeted by rifle barrels, making him smile, then wince at the blood dripping from his side and beak. “Only six? What, would seven prove to be too much?

A bullet hole in his thigh silenced that jest. “If you guys wanna take me to Hell, then I’ll see ya’ll there!”  Verick growled, the gemstone in his sternum beginning to glow. It lifted him to his feet as it retreated deeper into his chest, ribs creaking and cracking as they opened.

And the alley came alive in a brilliant, dark energy.


Entry #1 fr this weeks 100-Word-Challenge from Julia’s Place. And this one too comes from an old story of mine, recently drug out of the archives. Perhaps I need to revisit that one as well.

I hope you all enjoy!