meridian_rose

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week one
Exact Drabble: Sunshine wordpress ; fic blog
For the prompts ‘sunshine’ and ‘sci-fi’

She gazed at the myriad stars. So many, yet so little light.

The ship relied upon internal lighting. There was one window at the front of the ship while viewscreens supplied information about the rest of the vessel’s exterior. Outside it was perpetually night, or so it seemed. In the vacuum of space there could be no day.

She sighed, and checked the star map. She needed to find a planet, take a rest stop before making the delivery. She needed to stand on solid ground for an hour or so.

She needed to feel the sunlight on her skin.

week two
2 haiku based on the saying “red sky at night…” Sky wordpress ; fic blog

Red sky is dawning
Sailors, shepherds take warning
Rain may be ahead

Red sky as sun sets
Take heart at the sign, better
weather tomorrow

week three 3 x 3 sentence fics wordpress ; fic blog Note: these are edited from previous versions posted to my personal journal some were fanfic originally for the 3 sentence ficathon

Redemption

“Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance?”

Bound in chains at the tyrant’s feet, the knight said, “I wanted to give you a chance to surrender, because I believe in redemption.”

The tyrant raised an eyebrow, and his sword, and said, “Well, sadly for you, I don’t.”

Gift

He leaned back, contented from the birthday feast, eyes tired and heavy, but she shook her head, saying, “I haven’t given you your present yet.”

She began to unlace her gown, then paused and asked, “Would you care to unwrap it yourself?”

All thoughts of sleep fled with a grin as he moved to accept his gift.

Beware

If you go into the forest, beware my child, for there are predators who may look pretty and speak gentle words but are deadly.

Stay off the paths and in the shadows and trust no human. Beware especially the ones who dress in red for they carry knives and kill wolves without hesitation.

week four WiP snippets: snippets from my WiPs. I searched for those mentioning ‘spring’ as we approach springtime in the northern hemisphere. wordpress ; fic blog

Sorceress Apprentice (fantasy romance)

The only way this could be more perfect was if Kerine and Sabrina were here to enjoy it with them. And, of course, if Emeri were not sick. It was hard to believe he was dying on a night like tonight when he was happy and so very much alive.

The moon rose, and the Elder led the ritual by the fire. Thanks were given for the summer, for the harvest, for all the blessings in their lives. Regrets were expressed, sorrow for losses endured and apologies for wrongs done to each other. Wishes were made for the future, hope that the coming winter be not too harsh and that spring would return soon.

Bryony blinked away tears. There would be no Winter Solstice dance to honour the returning sun, not for her and Emeri. She would be expressing grief for her loss when the winter sun fell upon the village square and the ritual fire was kindled once more.

“And now,” the Elder said, “The Ritual Fire Dance!”

WRE (shapeshifters)

It was a warm spring evening and Romaine had decided to go to work in his wolf form.

The good thing about night shifts was that there were less people around. Romaine trotted happily down the street without seeing a single person and only one car. He turned right, into the park, ducked through some bushes, and found the old abandoned rail line. It would take him longer to get to work, but sometimes it was good to let go.

He gave in to the urge to run, powerful muscles giving him speed most dogs or wolves wouldn’t muster. Crickets chirped from their perches in the overgrowth, and mice scuttled about in the bushes. A bird trilled, maybe a nightingale. His ears heard the sound perfectly but Romaine was no expert on birdsong.

Halfway, he paused at a puddle. Wolves could drink rainwater without ill effects, much as dogs could. By their dual nature they had immunity to a whole range of illnesses and toxins that could endanger or kill either dogs, or humans, or both. Still, sometimes the human mind shied away from the wolf instincts, always a disconcerting experience. He didn’t like to think of himself as two people; he was a Wolf, always, regardless of the form he was currently in.

At the end of day 20 I finally reached 28k for NaNoWriMo.
This is a supernatural novel; the details are here and a snippet follows below the cut.
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Summary: Sometimes names are just names. Sometimes they are symbolic. Sometimes they're more than that. Fantasy flash fiction.

Thomas was thrown to the stone floor at the base of the steps. Despite his shackles he struggled to his knees, refusing to lie there complacent. He raised his bruised face defiantly and curled his lip, though that made the blood flow afresh.

"Your name?"

"Thomas Daniel," he said proudly. He was named Thomas for his grandfather, a great hunter, and the family of Daniel had long served the rightful king. "Who are you?"

The woman sat on the throne atop the dais regarded him with brown eyes that were filled with distaste. "I am Queen Ameris, ruler of the House of Conrí."
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Happy birthday Anna :D

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Title: Niblings
Fandom: Original fic
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 592
Prompt: For the 30 days of fiction meme, prompt # 22 write a scene with children. Also I think this almost meets the challenge hrhrionastar gave me at the 'not going there' post: babyfic.
Summary: Three children are bad enough. Three children of indeterminate species is worse.
Warnings: None
Notes: While unofficial, 'niblings' is a colloquial collective term for nephews and nieces, for which there's no one word term in English.

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