#Friday Fictioneers – The Sack Man

Expertly the wires and mesh bonded and formed together as delicate fingers wove the metal and bone into place.  Fervent eyes blinked back beads of sweat that trickled down a furrowed brow, so intent on the creation unfolding within the forge. Blackened tongs unfurled the beasts head as it emerged from the pit and the Icosahedron rolled and lay still beneath the creators feet.

“Not yet little one.” As the creatures head was released back into the fire.” I must commend you on finding me so early in your life.” He hissed.

“So few make it this far.” He turned to face her with a toothy grin. “Don’t worry my child it will all be over soon.”

#Friday Fictioneers – Blood Moon

The hustle and bustle of the day quieted as the streets went dark; and the moon highlighted bits of  statues that adorned the public square. Water  stilled as the blackness overtook its surface from the light that once warmed it. Candles quickly became  extinguished  as the blood moon rose fully to the sky. Denizens huddled in safe rooms as hooves clicked upon aged stone that traveled throughout the city. A curious soul ventured bravely to the window despite her parents pleas, their sorrow mourned when the protector sun returned.

Crazy Management

Crazy Management can drive you insane, especially if they act like different people everyday. One day they will be nice and let you do your job,  the next day a total switch of personality. The second day of my job I made two small mistakes on an order and instead of teaching me how to fix or explain how to do the job  correctly, they decided that I would not go near that section again until I could be trusted. I couldn’t even get a straight answer on if I was hired or not. So by the fifth day of uncertainty I took another job offer and pretty sure I made the right decision here.

#Friday Fictioneers – End of the line

“Get that beast on the ramp!” Yelled Grady. “Make sure to secure the box or there will be hell to pay!”

The lackeys struggled with the chains as the creature fought to free itself of this indignation.

A blackened hoof connected with a jaw and the heavy thud upon the ground meant one more down.

Grady pulled the cat o nine and the beasts nostrils flared and a low growl emanated from its gut, that caused great pause with the workers.

The chains slacked and gnashing of teeth and hooves brought even more hunters down.

“Ah hell!” Grady cursed as he looked into the eyes of the man eater. “Damn Unicorns.”

#Friday fictioneers – A Lifetime

Hands grasped the edge of the decrepit well, as knees sank deep into the damp earth and chilled him to the bone. Strong hard working hands steadied him, as wise young eyes gazed back from the depths of the mirror, so untouched for decades. Old weathered hands gently touched the perfect surface and disrupted its timeless rest. Such determined eyes, that began to water and the  precious liquid streaked down a lifetime and gently fell into the pool. Hopeful eyes that smiled and watched the gentleness of the ripples expand through a promise he had made. He  shifted and leaned his back  against the well and the musty earth enveloped his senses as tired eyes looked to the heavens, his oath kept.


Dedicated to my Grandfather

#Friday Fictioneers- Due Diligence

There was only one thing left to do as she pulled the frozen weeds from the ground as she cleared the way to the old stump. She was numb  from the bitter cold that enveloped around her and calloused  fingers no longer responded to touch.  The tough moss that adorned the stump held the ritual pot in place that had been laid there many years ago.  Grains mixed with blood and honey were placed in the bowl and the mystic said a prayer for the town.

It watched her from the treeline as she performed the yearly ceremony. Saddened that they had remembered their due diligence and promise. he shook his head and stamped blackened hooves and moved on to the next mark on his route.

#Friday Fictioneers – Best in the world

“There they are.” whispered Mable. “The best mushrooms in the world.”

Silky crumpled her nose up in disgust. “You mean it is actually growing out of dirt.”

“I don’t like eating dirty things.” Silky complained.

Mable laughed and quickly covered her mouth. “We must be quiet or he will catch us

and besides they are not for us.” She whispered to her friend.

Silky nodded and watched as Mable picked the large mushrooms with slender fingers.

Once picked , Mable motioned for them to leave quickly by putting a finger over  pink lips.

When they were on the cobblestone path back to the villa Silky looked at her  cousin. “Why are these the best?

“That is where my father buries the little ones he kills in secret.” Mable paused a moment and then continued. “I think it is

only fair to make him eat from the remains don’t you.”

#Friday Fictioneers – Shepherd

Devoted, she followed behind, to guard, to protect and to love. Her young wards never saw it coming as a flash of hoof and teeth emerged from forests edge.  She dug her canines into the cannon and the creature screamed in pain and tried to shake off the dogs grip. The two girls Huddled behind a tree on the wayside and covered their ears to drown out the cries.

Then silence ensued and the cynanthrope nudged the older girl to get them moving again.

They quickly passed the horned menace that lay still upon the tracks, its white fur covered in crimson.

Devoted, she shadowed them as their shepherd.