At the end of the waltz as the music began to slow down, Henrik lowered Cascadia into such a low dip that her long hair brushed against the marble floor. The whole room was filled with applause for the royal couple but Henrik was focused on the lady below him, his eyes staring into brown irises that held the slightest flickers of flames. He leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against hers. “Not any jewel in the entire kingdom could compare to you, my love.”
With that compliment, Cascadia’s eyes started to sparkle with happiness and her lips broke out into a smile which lightened up Henrik’s heart.
Another flash fiction piece for you! 🙂
Credit to -RP Memes- for the writing prompt!
“Be sure to go out and mingle, you two.” Read more
Aurelia’s faithful stallion snorted and whickered from beneath her and she reached down to stroke his neck. After petting Castor for a little while, Aurelia straightened herself up and returned her gaze to her surroundings. Read more
As Aurelia’s sword struck down the last of her enemies, she let out a shaky breath and pulled her blade out.
Your Royal Highness, Prince Henrik of Naesse, Read more
The thundering sounds of hooves stopped as Castor skidded to a halt in the middle of the bridle path, tossing his head and neighing loudly. Aurelia panted as she held onto the reins of her stallion tightly, her face flushed red from the exertion of riding and the wind battering against her skin. Her lips were cracked from all the dryness and her hair, loose and wild, was blown back in a windswept look. Aurelia rubbed at her eyes, getting rid of all the moisture that had gathered in there. She caught her breath back and looked up at her surroundings.
Aurelia and Castor had stopped on a stone bridge connecting from one side of the river to the other side. Waterfalls sprang out from cracks in the cliffs above them and flowed all the way down into the river. The river below them was streaming all the way to the bank and from there Aurelia could see the stone steps travelling upwards, passing through the large arch that towered over them. She eyed the ruins in front of her carefully; she could see the remnants of ancient pillars and walls. “Looks like we’re at the Synagogue Of Silence, Castor.” She spoke to her horse, reaching down to stroke his flank. “How about a little adventure?”
Castor whinnied in agreement and Aurelia nodded. “I agree. I’m curious about what’s up there too. Let’s take a look then, shall we?”
Another neigh of agreement. Aurelia squeezed her thighs together and urged her stallion into a gentle gallop. Soft hoofbeats sounding on grass turned into harsh thundering hoof noises as Castor moved off the bridge and onto the stony ground before the archer and the horse began the long trip up the steps to the Synagogue of Silence.
As exams approach, the shorter my writing gets. Mind you, I’m getting really into this flash fiction writing, it’s good when you don’t have much spare time ^_^
Aurelia looked upon the battlefield astride her horse Castor, who was whickering with fear and anger and his white mane tossing this way and that. All around them was destruction, a wall of fire trapping them in the chaos. The sounds of metal clashing on metal rung repeatedly in Aurelia’s ears and she could feel the furious heat coming from the battle, like flames licking at her skin. She inhaled deeply.
“Gods and goddesses above, give me the strength to end this carnage.” She murmured to herself, before sweeping her sword to the side with a flourish and charging herself and Castor straight into the bloodshed.
Here, have a short over-the-word-count drabble as an apology for my absence and for discontinuing the 52 short stories challenge 😦
Otome waited at the pavilion, the moon shining on her form. She played with her long red hair as she waited, shifting from one foot to another foot, and she hummed a little tune to herself. The tune was something that her partner had composed for their latest project, and Otome had it stuck in her head for a long time. She was supposed to be sleeping right now, so that she could wake up early the next day and write lyrics for the composition, but…she couldn’t right now. Not until she met with him. Read more
Lorelei used her mouse to post the final story on her blog, letting out a sigh. Read more
The sound of skates on ice came to a halt as Eva struck her final pose of the short program that she had been practising, the music ending with its final notes. Her ragged breaths echoed throughout the silent ice rink as she stood there, face flushed from both the cold and the intensity of her performance. Eva relaxed her body as she caught her breath back, and looked over at the CD player settled comfortable on the railing. After staring at it for a while, she skated over to the CD player and hit the back button. Once more, she thought to herself, before she glided back over to the middle of the ice rink and got into position. Read more