Written for the August 23rd Flash Fiction Challenge
Waves of assassins, ninjas, and marauders had already been turned away by the intrepid Timmy McNab. Dead and wounded were piled, like cordwood, against the back fence while weapons of all types lay scattered throughout the garden. When the whistle sounded, our hero held up one finger stopping an attacking pirate who waited; cutlass in his left hand, dagger in the right, pistol tucked into the black sash around his waist.
“Sorry, Cap’n,” That’s Mom. I gotta go, dinner time.”
“No fair, Timmy it’s my turn.” The pirate groused.
“We’ll play again tomorrow, after breakfast. You can go first.”
The prompt and instructions were:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes magic. It can be a supernatural force, a moment or idea, or use it as a verb. Go where the prompt leads.
Nice story. Some pirate, scared of mom! Loved it.
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I’ve seen this rascal of yours before. But, I love ‘im.
OK. So. Here’s the thing…
The game is on. Writing, blogging…
I will resume…
Tomorrow…
Unless you’ve already figured that out…
(wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
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Can’t wait
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This was nice!! 😀
Great take on the prompt!!
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That’s right, imagination is the greatest magic. Great flash!!!
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Such beautiful construction to your flash, as well as the magical idea of following the play of a child.
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Ha ha ha, who amongst us hasn’t been that hero? 🙂
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I think you’re right. We’ve all been there.
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