Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #FFFC

https://fivedotoh.com/category/flash-fiction-challenge/

The image is from the Google Photo Frame.

No men allowed; this is where we chill.
Away from male restraints,
macho thoughts, ego swagger.
Here we can fantasise about what waits over the mountains.
One voice will say, from the fat to the frying pan.
I see a world of peace. No need to prove anything here.
My friend sees a world of fairy tales
where you can be what you want.
Change it from day to day, minute to minute if you wish.
Yet not one of us would step away
from our paradise island, our home…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Part Three of Dead of Winter ~ #epicfantasy @teagangeneviene

Dead of Winter: Journey 3, The Fever Field Kindle Edition

The Fever Field is burial ground that is far older than the inhabitants of the Flowing Lands realize. We first saw it in the prologue of Journey 1, Forlorn Peak. Now we learn more about the place where ancient evil was buried and forgotten, until that moment in the prologue when it broke free.
On the cover of Journey 3, The Fever Field, Emlyn has turned to look toward Zasha. Much of this third installment is told from Zasha’s point of view. We’ll get better acquainted with the sisters in the Society of Deae Matres who traveled with Zasha. Also, we meet a tall, intriguing north-man and the most mysterious adherent of the Deae Matres.
The youngest of all the Society, Zasha encounters some resistance from the other sisters traveling with her. She also runs into trouble of her own.
Meanwhile, Emlyn’s uncertain situation with her family combines with the threat posed by the Brethren of Un’Naf. What is the greater danger, her loved ones, or the fanatics? In Journey 3, Emlyn’s circumstances reach a tipping point. There seems to be no good choice for her. How can she survive?

This stage of the story continues with the ancient watcher, the mysterious old woman, who still cannot remember anything clearly. The past is slowly beginning to filter into her mind, and she remembers that her name is Haldis, but who is she exactly and what bearing will she have on the story?

The mysteries abound in this developing story with the shock arrival of the Brethren to arrest Emlyn for consorting with evil spirits.

She runs away, only to be chased and almost captured, but the strange young man from her dreams appears and saves her.

Emlyn needs to find the Society of Women, the Deae Matres, as she is convinced they are the only ones who can help her…

This review is not very long, as all hell broke loose in our house last week. This fascinating story deserved better and I am looking forward to enjoying the next part of the journey in Dead of Winter…

#Writephoto ~ Fantasy ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Fantasy #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green landscape of rolling hills and an island in a bay. In the foreground, pastel-painted buildings and a tall clock tower are surrounded by summer trees.

Flipping through the pages
Of someone’s imagination is one thing
Here, you get to walk through fantasy
made real. You can become more
than the number of your parts
The colours, the cool Italian marble
Dazzle the senses
Transporting you to parts of your mind
That suddenly come alive
Come visit, stay awhile
Marvel at the tall clock tower
Standing sentinel, guarding the bay
Does the island, the green hills
Contain more mystery?
Time to go find out
Before I go, I’d like to say
I am a man, not a number…

©anitadawes 2020

#TuesdayBookBlog ~ The Hat by Craig Boyack #Novella #Fantasy @Virgilante

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Lizzie St. Laurent is dealing with many of the struggles of young life. She lost her grandmother and her living arrangements. Her new roommate abandoned her, and she’s working multiple jobs just to keep her head above water.

She inherits an old hat from her grandmother’s estate, but it belonged to her grandfather. This is no ordinary hat, but a being from an alternate dimension. One with special powers.

Lizzie and the hat don’t exactly hit it off right away, but when her best friend’s newborn is kidnapped by a ring of baby traffickers, Lizzie turns to the hat for help. This leads her deep into her family history and a world she’s never known.

Lizzie gives up everything to rescue the babies. She loses her jobs and may wind up in jail before it’s over. Along the way, she and the hat may have a new way of making ends meet.

Our Review

Short, snappy and very funny, Craig Boyack’s new novella is a magical and engaging read.

The main character is a charming and versatile talking hat, brilliantly crafted, instantly likeable and more importantly, believable.

The chemistry between the Hat and Lizzie (the hapless and stubborn human in the story) fairly sizzles, as they argue non- stop as they try to solve the mystery of the missing babies. The speed of the dialogue will leave you gasping for breath!

The idea of a talking hat busy surfing the internet had me in stitches.

I liked the novel addition of the graphics and the bass clef section dividers. I wonder how many readers made the connection?

You will remember this story and the Hat long after you put the book down… and more from this iconic pair would not go amiss.

( Just heard that the wait is over, we will soon be able to read more from The Hat…)

 


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I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I’m not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.

I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century, and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups I jumped in with both feet.

I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Craig

Far Below…

 

 

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Far Below

 

Deep below in the castle dungeon, lay a red and gold dragon.

Chained to the wall, his colours fading as the years passed.

He could hear his mate calling, but he cannot break the chains. The fire no longer burns in his chest. Love is a fading memory, the egg she laid when last he saw, grown now.

He wished for her to leave this place, forget him, his freedom will not come.

For who would be brave enough to approach a dragon, whose foul food lay all around, fed by the master who captured him.

He too could be long dead, like the foul maggot stench the dragon lived in, hope slowly dying.

A new queen has taken the throne, a new broom sweeps through the castle.

On her wanderings, she found the dungeons. Peering down a large hole, the stench almost knocks her off her feet. She hears movement, a chain rattle. Someone was down there.

Her heart thumped.

She called the guards, demanding to know what lay below.

‘It is your father’s dragon, Mam and the one who flies above is his mate.’

‘Then we must set him free,’ she said.

‘You won’t find anyone who will go down there. They are afraid.’

‘Then I shall go, have a ladder placed here while I change my garments.’

This was done, and the queen descended, a large key in her hand.

The light from above illuminated the rot she stood in. A glint of red and gold flashed with the smallest of movements.

‘I need more men. This dragon will not die in my castle. A sling must be made. I want him transported to the sanctuary of my garden. I will wash and feed him. He will be saved. Go now, before I have you all tied in his place.’

The queen was never happier than when caring for her dragon.

Watching as his mate flew overhead, each day his strength returned.

Soon he will want to join her.

Everyone in the household thought her mad.

‘As soon as he is strong enough, he will kill her,’ they whispered.

This did not happen and the day came when he flew with his mate.

The day also came when she needed him to fight for her, to keep her reign and her castle…

AAAAA