Austin Briggs's Blog, page 42
November 23, 2012
Icy Misadventure
Screaming cold
Bones hurt
Blood freezing
Friends gone
Buried in ice
Hands split and broken
Clothes torn
Steam engine dead
Powered sled broken
Nothing left
Now I lay me down to sleep …
Richard Lawrence.
Icy Misadventure is a post from: Adventure and Learning
Often passed but never ventured
Ethel stared at the shop window. Ann Summers. Somewhere she’d often passed but never ventured. Today she’d live out her fantasy. She’d phoned in advance, spoken to the Manager.
He greeted her at the door, showed her a selection and she’d chosen the most outrageous. As she stepped into the window display, the crowds gathered.
Often passed but never ventured is a post from: Adventure and Learning
The Sylph
The old man sat in his wheelchair in an English garden, shivering in the moonlight.
“Please”, he whispered. Please come.”
A lissome hand touched his cheek. He looked up at an elfish face staring sadly at him.
“I thought you’d forgotten me,” he whispered.
“Never, my husband.”
She stayed until his last breath, weeping bitterly.
Michael Coady.
The Sylph is a post from: Adventure and Learning
Evening Drive
We passed a house with huge windows. All the lights were on. A blue pixie was kissing a big green fairy by the sofa. Everything was maple, plus a fireplace. Pretty. Later we saw a deer on the road. A live one. We had to wait for it to cross by the deer crossing sign.
Derek Andersen.
Evening Drive is a post from: Adventure and Learning
Caged Fantasy
“You’re my fantasy, my fate,” he told the tiny figure in the golden cage.
“No, I’m your prisoner,” she said as she tried to spread her wings and fly.
“Flutter your wings all you want, my little faery. I will not set you free.”
“Then you leave me with nothing,” she cried, “but forlorn hope.”
Deborah Lean.
Caged Fantasy is a post from: Adventure and Learning
The Choice
“Decide.”
Koren beheld two globes, one in each hand of the god. In the left, his parents, hands outstretched, pleading. In the right, Maya, all attention on her dying child, unaware of him.
“The right.”
His parents smiled, winked out, dead. The child blossomed. Maya, laughing, hugged her.
“Well done. You understood their sacrifice.”
The Choice is a post from: Adventure and Learning
Wolfsbane
Gray fur parted, revealing red flesh underneath. I inhaled the stench of blood and fat as the shaman draped the wolf’s hide over my bare shoulders.
“It is time,” he said.
Dizzy with holy smoke, I pinched the moon between my fingers and laughed.
Wolfsbane is a post from: Adventure and Learning
Encounter
Absence of populations transformed people into persons.
Narrowing an expanse, Edam and Ave became people, and after only a day, they discovered a wish stone.
“A trap with greed as bait,” Ave scooted away. Trembling, Edam unpolished promises of fortunes, rubbed “companionship,” dropped the stone, and chased after Ave.
She turned, and smiled forever.
MP Kashgarian.
Encounter is a post from: Adventure and Learning
Dreamed Impossibilities
He dreamed of a world not his own.
Lightning itself was caught wild. Thinner than a blade of grass and fleeting as a summer’s breeze. It ran across tracks and through mazes, whispering in ears and showing kingdoms both real and conjured to wondrous eyes.
He dreamed of a world his magic could not create.
Dreamed Impossibilities is a post from: Adventure and Learning
November 19, 2012
Taking a Chance
“Fairy Tale stories!” she sneered. “Always have some helpless, beautiful princess that needs saving or an evil witch bent on enchanting the hero to no good.”
She flipped her hair back as she flounced onto the sofa.
He smiled. “Which one are you?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Why don’t you find out?” Her eyes danced.
Taking a Chance is a post from: Adventure and Learning
