Flash Fiction #651 -- Usso (Drabble)

 

Usso, the King's Mage, hadn't traveled for years, but now he went to face trouble in the north. He and the king knew dark and light magic still lingered.  They had kept the knowledge of magical enemies a secret and avoided dealing with panicked humans.  

Usso no longer considered himself human and wanted no one to mistake the change. Usso studied the art of past ages when magi ruled. He adopted the styles of ancient times, from intricately braided hair to long silken robes and embroidered slippers. People at court took him seriously.

He hadn't considered travel in the decision.

Flash Fiction #650 -- Neko (Drabble)

 

Hello, author person!  Can I have your attention for a few minutes?  

What do you mean, who am I? I'm Neko, the magical Siamese cat you trapped in a building for several hundred years and then turned out into the world to have adventures.  

Yes, I've had an interesting few months with Colin and Luna, but we have done nothing since October 25, 2024.

That's not entirely true.  I've spent a good amount of time trying to avoid my Spirit Animal, Reginald, the Emperor Penguin. We need to talk about him and your sense of humor.

Hello?  Are you listening?

Flash Fiction #649 -- The First Strike (Drabble)

 

A squirrel threw an acorn at a fae walking through his forest.

He hadn't expected it to hit.

"Ow! Listen, you misbegotten creature from the void --"

"My mistake! I've never hit before --"

"You aren't a pixie."

The squirrel stopped running back and forth on the branch.  "Not a pixie, no. Not that stupid."

He made the fae laugh.  That was a good sign. He might survive. When the sound of pixie laughter filled the area, the fae nodded.

"You've given me an idea."

When the pixies appeared, the two threw acorns at them until they disappeared.

The war was on.

Flash Fiction #648 -- Fixing Trouble (Drabble)

 "This is a mess," Gaea complained as she and Odin watched the brown and white ball wobble. Gaea pushed the poles back into place. Spots of green appeared

"You have a good touch," Odin complimented.

"Any of you could do this. Why did you send for me?"

"Check the caves."

"Caves? No.  Don't tell me someone brought in humans!"

"A few prototypes. I suspect Loki's work," Odin admitted.

Gaea shook her head. "You blame Loki for everything gone wrong down to stubbed toes."

"I do if they're my toes."

Gaea glanced in caves. "Go away.  I have work to do."