PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast
Knowing time was running out all I could do was stare at the ceiling as my own blood gathered in a pool around me. Would I be greeted on the otherside? Would they welcome me after all I have done in this life? Probably not. I hear footsteps. A shadow falls over me.
“Where is the interdimensional tear? Who are you working with. Are their more time agents.”
I chuckle and start to choke, coughing on my own blood. “We are too many. We are everywhere. The war to free our people from your control has begun.”
Blackness takes me.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
The freeze hit overnight.
It was an impossibility.
The middle of the hottest part of summer in a country that was part desert, it was inconceivable. So how did a dried out pond fill with water and then freeze.
Scientists arrived in droves. They analysed everything from the grass, the water, the ice, to the mud beneath. They reported finding a molecular structure not found anywhere else on earth. That sent everyone into a frenzy. Religions popped up overnight. Governments demanded order and security be tightened.
Two little grey aliens laughed. Prank successful. Now to witness this silly world squirm.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
Cute. The disguise spell was a clever choice. She never would have picked this to be the entrance to the elaborate Mage hideaway she knew was beneath the forest. Of course, magic like that would also mean protection spells she’d have to circumvent to get inside. He surely wouldn’t rely on only the disguise spell. Would he? He was arrogant. It was possible he thought no one would get through this level of deception. She crept backward along the same steps she’d taken to get this far. With her sending stone she called her team. “Found it. We infiltrate tonight.”
Happy new year to all of the families or friends playing D&D!
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I attend their festive dinner. Oh, they don’t know I’m here. But, given I died in this house … well, I think it is only fair.
Don’t you?
There are few things that I miss. Dinner, of course. The family drama. Spirits too. Though, I guess you could say that with my presence here, I am the spirit this year. It’s not the same.
Nothing is.
They sit and speculate my death and how it occurred. There is regret in my son’s eyes.
Not enough.
The evidence is in his jacket. I push it off the rack—clunk—and wait.
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ANOTHER SURPRISE!
THE SERPENT’S KISS by Laurie Bell
The Stones of Power Book Four paperback is available now
Wyvern’s Peak Publishing
Paperback available now
“Tell him the truth, Tracey. Just don’t tell him everything…”
Four Stones of Power are secure, and Timothy is trapped inside the Serpent’s Kiss. Despite all odds, including a heart-wrenching betrayal by a mentor, Tracey and her friends have succeeded once more.
The only problem is that they are keeping the possession of the Crow’s Heart a secret from the grown-ups. Oh, and Tracey is keeping her recent possession of the Serpent’s Kiss from her friends. Oh, and Timothy won’t stop talking to her from inside the Serpent’s Kiss, and for some reason Stephanie has gone completely silent inside the Butterfly Stone… oh, and her crush won’t respond to her texts.
No longer sure of who she can trust, Tracey is forced to make riskier and more difficult decisions in her search for the final two Stones of Power. But an anonymous watcher and a creeping presence in her home town are making their own moves, bringing the mystery to her own doorstep.
As a dangerous hunter comes calling, Tracey takes matters into her own hands. But can she protect everyone and do what needs to be done while still keeping those hands clean?
PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey
A beach is a place of fun.
It is supposed to be.
Full of family and friendship and sand and water and dancing foot to foot over scalding hot sand, of salt on the lips, of feeling the cool of the ocean pulling at your skin with every crest of the waves. Avoiding jellyfish and sharks and too many swimmers. Of children squealing, running from fathers who try to throw them in and of mothers shouting to come in for another dose of sunscreen. Christmas in Australia is mostly hot and dry with occasional torrential rains… There are no words.
I could not write for fun this week, of aliens and magic and monsters. True monsters walk amongst us. There are no words powerful enough for the horror of last weekend in Sydney and Bondi. My love to everyone affected. Hold your loved ones close.
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SURPRISE!
I am excited to reveal the cover for my fourth book in The Stones of Power series from Wyvern’s Peak Publishing…
THE SERPENT’S KISS by Laurie Bell
Paperback available now
“Tell him the truth, Tracey. Just don’t tell him everything…”
Four Stones of Power are secure, and Timothy is trapped inside the Serpent’s Kiss. Despite all odds, including a heart-wrenching betrayal by a mentor, Tracey and her friends have succeeded once more.
The only problem is that they are keeping the possession of the Crow’s Heart a secret from the grown-ups. Oh, and Tracey is keeping her recent possession of the Serpent’s Kiss from her friends. Oh, and Timothy won’t stop talking to her from inside the Serpent’s Kiss, and for some reason Stephanie has gone completely silent inside the Butterfly Stone… oh, and her crush won’t respond to her texts.
No longer sure of who she can trust, Tracey is forced to make riskier and more difficult decisions in her search for the final two Stones of Power. But an anonymous watcher and a creeping presence in her home town are making their own moves, bringing the mystery to her own doorstep.
As a dangerous hunter comes calling, Tracey takes matters into her own hands. But can she protect everyone and do what needs to be done while still keeping those hands clean?
COMING SOON
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The meeting was set for nine.
She perched up at the corner, able to see into the alley and out onto the street. The parcel grew in weight the longer she stood there. Every passerby she watched with a narrowed gaze. Her hands grew sweaty. She did not put the parcel down.
The clocktower down the street hit nine.
No one came.
She tore the parcel open when she was several blocks away. The alien tech shimmered like a mirror under the streetlight. Someone got to her contact. She had to hide and wait. They’ll find me. If they can.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The stop was meant to be a fast. In and out. Water, a snack maybe and back out on the road. It was coming today. She had to get out to the dirt track where she first saw the lights. She’d see them again and this time she’d be ready with her phone recording everything.
Then she saw the kid. Wide-eyed. Hiding behind the shelf stand. “Are you lost?” She held out her hand.
The kid seemed to shimmer before her eyes. Small and gray. Big eyes still. Black fathomless pools.
It took her hand. With a blur they disappeared.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
It was all they had left of him.
The strange wizard in his odd clothing. If he had magic, why would he need spectacles? The thought stayed with her, twisting and curling inside her mind. If he had magic how did he die? He should have survived the battle. He should still be here.
The celebration hit its zenith, in the downstairs bar. She could hear the cheers and chants and toasts.
She couldn’t go down yet. Instead, she sat in the dark. She toasted the spectacles. “We lived. Because of you. You should be here.”
She headed downstairs alone.
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