Thursday, January 31, 2013

One Hundred to Two

Darci Cole is hosting a flash fiction contest on her blog to celebrate 100 followers. Check out the link for more details, but the basics are these: 300-500 words, must use the number ‘one hundred’, and the prompt is a response to the picture below.  And here’s my entry...


There were only two survivors.  There had been one hundred in the camp, but even the rain couldn’t stop the flames.  They were all dead.  Poppy walked down the dirt road, not caring as she stepped in the puddles.  Her bare feet were black and she was dressed only in a simple nightgown.  Malik walked beside her, keeping his wings pressed against his back.  It was the reason they’d been hunted.  Faeries were freaks.

“Where do we go?” Poppy asked, shivering.

“I don’t know.”

“But they are all dead!” she cried.

“Poppy, you have to stay calm!” Malik answered, grabbing her shoulders and keeping her still.

“My mom, my dad, and my baby sister…”

Tears ran down Poppy’s cheeks as she gasped, trying to breath evenly.

“I’m sorry.”  Malik put his hands on her cheeks.  “My family is gone too.  But we have to be strong.  We have to move on or their deaths will be in vain.”

“I don’t know how –”

“I don’t know either,” Malik interrupted.

After a moment, Poppy managed to compose herself.  She took a deep breath and nodded to her best friend. 

“I guess I can try,” Poppy whispered.

“Good, that’s a start.  We’ll take the rest one step at a time.”  Malik released pulled her into a quick embrace.  “Do you still have it?”

Poppy smiled as her hand went into her nightgown pocket.  Her fingers slowly opened to reveal the beautiful deep blue jewel, shaped like a rain drop and glimmering in the emerging sunlight.  The light appeared to make the jewel glow.  It cast a blue tint to Poppy’s palm.  Malik closed his hand over hers; his grin mirrored. 

“So much pain for something so small,” Poppy murmured.

“At least we can use it to find the others.  Shall we?”

Poppy took Malik’s hand and walked towards the sunrise.  They only had the day to bequeath the night’s horrors as memories.


Congratulations to Darci on 100 followers!  Be sure to check out her blog! :)


  1. I love this! It's so neat to see how each person takes the picture in a totally unique way. Faeries=cool! Great job!

  2. Faeries are a perfect fit for the photo prompt. Poor Poppy. I hope they find some hope soon.

  3. I love your choice of names, too. Malik = awesome!

  4. great entry! I definitely want to know what's going on with the jewel. And I love a good faerie story.

  5. This is a very touching story. It is very beautifully done

  6. Awesome and intriguing story. You are such a good writer! :)