It's #FlashFictionFriday, and for once I have some new #flashfiction to offer!
This is "Home", a little piece I wrote based on a prompt I came up with my for #AdventPrompt thingy last year: https://www.emmalindhagen.com/2023/09/flash-fiction-friday-home/
I liked how it came out, and hope you do too. Flash fiction is really a habit I'd like to get back into!
I've been very quiet on here lately because it's been an odd week (big renos at my flat so I've been out and about a ton) BUT I have news!
And by news I mean new #flashfiction: http://www.emmalindhagen.com/2023/05/flash-fiction-friday-by-fire/
"By Fire" is a little dystopian fantasy (maybe?) piece based on a prompt from my #AdventPrompt set ^^
I also have a new game out: https://emmalindhagen.itch.io/cat-map
"Cat Map" is a wee thing I made for a #gamejame where you make a #TTRPG map using the #boardgame Calico
The corridors were just a blur as they wheeled Leonard to the Room. He was the last; the others were dead or mindjacked already.
Terror thrilled his brain as they reached the Room. It took them a few second to plug the interface into his brain stem. His eyes were drawn to the words writ large on the wall:
Warmth. Safety. Love. Obedience.
The cyborg at the control panel turned and smiled. "One of us," it said, and pressed the button.
Today is Christmas Eve (which is Main Christmas here in Sweden) and so as I digest and wait for family to finish last minute wrapping, here is the 24th and last #AdventPrompt!
And I’m gonna be hella corny and give you just one word for your last prompt: “Warmth. Safety. Love.”
Thank you all for participating. I hope you’ve enjoyed!
It is inordinately late, and time for the penultimate #AdventPrompt.
It’s interesting, trying to come up with so many prompts. I’m curious if I repeat myself, if some images come back without me meaning to.
Anyway, today’s #writingPrompt: “An eternity, bound into a single night”
Pouring down the mossy rocks, the mist moves with purpose. It shifts and glides across the stone, like something alive. Like something running.
It flows and coalesces and forms into a shape; still, watchful, without breath. The creature looks up. There is no turning back; she has cast her last spell, burnt her last bridge. In moments she is gone, leaving nothing but a wisp of mist in the moonlight.
Weird to think #AdventPrompt is almost over. Day 22 already! And as I am Swedish, day 24 will be the last.
Lots of rushing about today but let's see if we can conjure up a #writingPrompt anyway... Hm...
Here we go: "The mist shifts and glides across the stone, like something alive. Like something running."
#AdventPrompt day 21!
#writingPrompt for the day is: “A heaviness settles on [insert name, noun or pronoun], like water slowly soaking into thick fabric.”
Day 20 of #AdventPrompt! Gosh, how quickly the month has gone.
Need to get my butt to bed for the last of the holiday shopping tomorrow so gonna get right to the #writingPrompt: "In the right hand, a stick is as good as a sword. In the wrong hand, a shield is as bad as a cage."
#AdventPrompt time!
Today's #tea was the repeat of the (only?) white tea in the calendar, White Wonderland. Very tasty.
My brain is also 3 a.m. mush so apologies for this #writingPrompt: "It wobbled and trilled. Unsettlingly, this was not as unsettling as expected."
Emma Lindhagen
Maisie Summers
Emma