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"Difficult to Explain…" A Lord of the Rings/Hobbit Flash Fiction Prompt: Magic Word Count: 460 ___________________________________ What is ‘magic’? It is somewhat hard to explain anymore, for the greatest powers of old are now so faded from memory that few recall the wonder and glory they possessed. Though my fireworks are but simple parlor tricks to me, and those even more ancient, here in the Shire they are the most ‘magical’ sights to behold. That is why the Halfling children now gather about my cart, calling for a show as I pass by. With a snap of my fingers and a false smile, I let off a few of the bright

"Bitter Love" A Team Fortress 2 Flash Fiction Prompt: Father Word Count: 445 ___________________________________ Beloved Père,     I suppose I should wish you a happy Father’s Day, though we both know that is not the purpose of this letter. Ever since you left for the United States, Mère has been distraught, crying every day at least once. I do not know if it is because she is sad that you have left, or because she is angry with you. Every night, Annette asks if you are coming home. We lie and say that you will. But Mère and I know the truth. We know you're not coming home.     Mère asked me to clean out your st

"Don’t You Leave Him" A Lord of the Rings Flash Fiction Prompt: Things Lost Word Count: Exactly 500 ___________________________________ He had only looked away for a moment, but that moment had been enough. When he had next looked up, he froze in his place. He didn’t even remember what it was now, the thing that had taken his attention away from keeping a close eye on his travelling companion. Whether it was a passing butterfly, a bird in the nearby trees, or even just the rustling of the corn stalks around him, it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that he had failed. He, Samwise Gamgee, had lost Frodo Baggins. It

Part 4: Older than Time I have been with him for a few weeks now. I still do not know his name, but it doesn’t bother me much anymore. I’ve been able to walk around lately without my injuries bothering me too much, though if I overexert myself things get very painful. I try to avoid those moments when I can, since as soon as I start to cough or look as though I’m in pain, my master starts doting on me and makes me stay in bed for the rest of the day. It is afternoon, and the sun is shining warm on my shoulder through the window. I sit at the table, mixing herbs according to my master’s recipes as he busies himself ove

Part 3: Gourd Potato and Squash There is someone trying to wake me. I feel their touch on my face. My head hurts and it’s throbbing. Something cool and wet is placed on my brow. It feels so good…I didn’t know I was so warm. I opened my eyes, and all I saw was a very bright light. “Ach, there you are,” the old Yuke says to me, with a note of concern in his voice. His silhouette is framed by sunlight streaming through the window, “We almost lost ye just then. Ye slept soundly for most o’ the night, but then ye stopped breathin’ and I got a tad concerned. I should not ‘ave let ye drink the w

Part 2: I Can't Breathe Suddenly, I was very awake, very aware of my surroundings. My face is no longer covered; he must have removed my mask. I immediately started coughing, and try to sit up only to cough harder. I can taste the blood in my mouth again, and it’s dripping down my chin as I struggle to breathe. A candle is brought into the room, borne by the old Yuke that found me on the road. He sets the candle on the table next to me, where I see my mask has been placed, and sits down on the bed I am on so he is facing me. Grabbing hold of my heaving shoulders, he forces me back down onto the bed so I am lying flat again. “Brea

Part 1: Left for Dead I never intended to end up like this. But then again, no one ever really intends to be mauled by a monster, do they? I tried to stay safe, to keep to the road, to always have my crystal close, to keep my knife at hand, to wear the armor I had brought from home. But it doesn’t really matter now, does it? Not many people travel this road, connecting Shella and Alfitaria. If help does come for me, it likely won’t be from the side of Alfitaria. Yes, though our tribes have been at peace for many years, there are still many Lilties that would just as soon let an injured Yuke die on the side of the road, if not kill