Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.” ― Margaret Thatcher

I’ll start with a story …

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She was dead – the house enchantments fell away, revealing a tidy but modest cottage. Sister pulled out the chest she had discovered during her forced apprenticeship, opening it to gold and jewels. Brother was, to say the least, gobsmacked.

She gave him 2/3rds of the treasure, kissed his forehead, and sent him on his way. Sister knew what she wanted and that meant staying. Because the other chest, the one with the scrolls; within was knowledge and power much more precious than the gold.

Sister was ready for years of study and practice. Stepmother would never see her coming.

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Now, it’s your turn.
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  • Charles N. Steele says:

    It seemed a clever investment. Load the ships with cheap cribble, transport to recently discovered Eptarus, return with prized Eptaran crystal. Four-day trip, 80 quadrillion profit. Perhaps I should have run it past the Board. Perhaps I should have told the Chairman. But I wanted to show off. Impetuous.

    I still don’t understand faster-than-light travel. Four days for the ship’s crew, 200 years for us. Perhaps I shouldn’t have invested all the company’s capital. As I climb into the cryogenic chamber, at least I’m glad I put my shares in a hidden account. I settle back for my two-century snooze

  • Brian Brandt says:

    So it’s revenge you want, eh? He did you wrong? Yes, I do have a potion for that. Ironically, it’s served cold. Expensive? That depends upon how badly you want it. I can mix it up right here in the sink.

    Have a seat and I’ll be right back. Don’t touch the owl; he bites.

    – – – – –

    Here it is. Do you have access to his house? Good. One drop on any food item in his refrigerator. All of them? I suppose, if you want to be sure.

    Yes, it was a pleasure doing business. Repeat customer? Well, I’m open every day. Goodbye.

    – – – – –

    But I shouldn’t count on her coming back, should I, Merlin. She who plans revenge should dig two graves. Now fly into the kitchen. I have a nice mouse for your dinner.

  • Fletch says:

    In this land of witches they label her heretic. “Unnatural,” they said, “In league with the devil”, “using the forbidden old knowledge” – all because she followed evidence to come to a conclusion. They even used the old word, the forbidden word from a thousand years gone by. “Scientist,” they said. “Scientist” is what they called her.

    She sighed. Perhaps they were right. It wasn’t witchcraft that had destroyed the old world to leave the cities as nothing but radioactive ruins, and yet she couldn’t ignore the evidence before her eyes. She loved to see the facts come together and to form a conclusion based on reason.

    They were coming now – to test her – to ask her logic question – to burn her at the stake. So be it. She had done nothing wrong. The evidence had lead where it had lead. Here she would take her stand. She could do no other.

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