Free Write Friday: Surprise in a Box

It started off like any other day. Wake up, go to work, work too late because too much is left to do, and walk home among the streetlights. A routine he’d patented and repeated for what felt like ages, though the traffic he strode through had lessened over the years as the town around him faded into grey.  Family and friends had come and gone with the seasons, until only the most distant stars remained burning.  Nowadays there was no one else who lived out this way, only one house still standing aglow with life at the block’s end, the one willed to him alone.
The cold autumn air coursed through his hoodie as he once again made his way home in silence. It was easy enough to navigate by memory anymore, and the scraps of trash danced past his boots, reminding him of the days where he had actually tried to keep the area clean, even if he was alone.  So the sight of an abandoned box along his path did not surprise him as he brushed past t. Though to suddenly hear it stir behind him was not expected.

At first, he would have simply dismissed it as the wind catching up to his wake. But when it shuffled again, he knew something was off.  So he went back to investigate. And what he found inside brought all rational thought in his mind to a careening halt.

Inside lay a bundle wrapped in bright violet hue and topped from head to tail in streaks of blue and indigo. It was small, no longer than two hands, and probably just as tall from ear-tip to hoof. It was snuggled tightly around itself to fight the cold as best it could. And as if this little equine-shaped adorableness wasn’t strange enough in color, its bangs parted to revel the hub of a horn atop its brow. Though it seemed to realize someone was observing it, and two large purple eyes fluttered open. Quickly, it noticed that it had company and gave him a wide-eyed look of confusion and anxiety, slinking back into the corner of the box.

“Ummm…it’s okay. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

His voice did little to soothe its fear, but the shivering it was doing out in the open made up his mind for him. Removing his hoodie, he covered what he could only assume was a young female filly of some kind. At first, she struggled against the sudden movement, twisting and bucking against the levitation. But soon, the warmth was too appealing and she stopped resisting, opting to twist into a comfortable cradle and fall back asleep.

He had no idea what he was going to do with her once they got home, as his place was not really ready for a dog, let alone something destined to be bigger and much more fantastic.  But something in his heart could not let one so lost and helpless be alone. Maybe once they were both home, warmed and fed, they could pursue answers.

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And another entry for this week’s Free Write Friday by Kellie Elmore. This one was written congruently with my other one “Abandoned Sword”, and something a bit different from what I normally do.

I hope you all enjoy!

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Free Write Friday: Abandoned Sword

The rapidly freezing air bit at his fingertips in the dark as the random weightlessness lifted and dropped him in his seat. No longer did the hum of life radiate from around him. Only the warm trickle down his brow and around his visor reminded him that there was still a chance for hope to run out for an angel to sweep in and find him.
He didn’t mind much. His job had been done.

The call had gone out among their ranks for one flyer. One ship to carry one payload into the very heart of darkness and deliver it. It was a diversion, a ploy to fracture the enemy’s attention away from the frontline.  Though this brave soul would never know if this plan worked or not, and they all knew it from the briefing.  Still, something had to be done. Too long had they all been on defense, on the retreat, on the receiving end of pain and humiliation. It would take a bold move to take back some form of initiative.

The fight had been glorious from the beginning.  One lone bomber dipping and weaving through defenses built to rip titans apart could not keep up with him, nor did he try to take on the defenders alone. Dumping everything into his engines, he came into the shipyard screaming, burning, and indomitable.  And the ensuing explosion from his delivery was worthy of the cosmos themselves.  In a flash, the odds had been evened. Earth now glowed a bit brighter in confidence and his friends now wore just that much more hope to balance the weight of duty and war. Was there no greater cause a man could lay down his life for than his friends?

“Give ‘em hell guys…”came the last whisper.

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One entry for this week’s Free Write Friday by Kellie Elmore. This week’s prompt was “Abandoned”. And one man leaving behind hope for his own future is a necessary, if grim, fee to pay to save another.

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 64: Toil and Trouble

Eyes of the lustful, tongue of a liar, hands of the greedy and spine of the angered.

Those were the easiest ingredients to pilfer, as no one would miss them.

Tears of the abandoned, heart of the dammed. A babe’s last breath and warm blood extracted.

Such other bits were harder to acquire, but the Master would accept no less.

“But aren’t we still missing some of the formula?” the servant asked the hunter.

“Indeed we are. It lacks the dying words of a loyal agent,” he replied, grabbing the serf by the collar and tossing in the final ingredient.

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My entry for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. In the spirit of Halloween, this week’s theme was a brew worthy of witches.

I hope you all enjoy!

Five Sentence Fiction: Potions

He scanned the apothecary shelves, curiosity overriding logical sense that would normally prevent such a search. Concoctions and creations of all brands surrounded him, some aglow and others gravitating. Yet the one he was gestured to stood alone from its brethren, sheathed in cobweb and shimmering a dull cerulean.

“For an unreachable dream or an insatiable desire, accept my terms and receive the boost you require.  If your wish is true and not fraught with greed or lust then I, Deus ex Machina, shall bring make it so, that you can trust.”

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My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. In the spirit of Old Hallow’s Eve, the theme was “potions”. And what better potion could there be than one to grant that wish in your heart of hearts?
I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 63.2: Healing Winter

Snow crunched under weighted boots as he searched the darkness for a shadow from the urban night that had vanished into the rafters and wreckage.

“You cannot hide forever, detective. I know you are still here.”

“And you don’t have to do this Fries! Trying to freeze Gotham won’t help Nora!”

“But that is where you are wrong. The cold saves her life, even now when a cure has no hope. And winter will bring a lasting hope for her. No one else concerns me, Batman. Not even you. Return the serum!”

Suddenly, the hidden figure leapt into view, causing Victor to turn and fire.

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And entry#2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And this one was quite challenging indeed, considering the subject material, and how much respect I personally have for the character (especially the animated series incarnation) and most of the franchise.

The above picture was created  by dA Artist Livio27: link

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 63.1: Story Time

He sat on the edge of his seat, reciting words he’d read a thousand times over because his audience would accept nothing else, “…and they rode over the mountains with caution, for night was approaching. And winter will bring an icy sting to any darkness.

But something was missing this time. No commotion or motion from the stands. His viewer had fallen asleep some time ago, beaming from ear to ear, even without her ensnaring quilt.

Closing the book, he wrapped his muse into a loose bundle, doting a kiss on a dreaming brow that made her sigh contently. “Enjoy your own adventure, angel.”

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Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And out of all the ones I wrote for this week, I think I enjoy this one the most, because sometime sap is good.
I hope you all enjoy!

Five Sentence Fiction – Part 2: Flaw by Execution

He sat alone long after the echo of steps walking away faded into the night, unable to rise, not strong enough to lift even his spoon to stir. The risks were obvious going in, and to have his brain suddenly fail him and tip the night into such bluntness was rather unexpected, but all that had still implied there was hope.

And maybe that expectation had been the illusion all along, he wondered now as he stared into the nothingness at his bow. Was it his timing that had become so stubborn to speak now? Or did it simply prove the time old adage of “No one likes an honest man.”

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And entry #2 for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. It continues the prompt of “Flawed”, along with my earlier entry for the 100-word Challenge titled “Don’t Say It”.

I hope you all enjoy!