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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, Darkness, Death, Fear, Flash fiction, Grave, Halloween, Micro Fiction, spirituality, Thrillers, Whispers, ~Morgan~

Cemetary_stock_7_by_Tigg_stock

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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Lost – #MicroFiction for #Halloween

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Darkness, Fear, Flash fiction, Micro Fiction, Perception, photography, Writing, ~Morgan~

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In the hollow darkness, nothing felt real. I stood for a protracted moment, waiting for my eyes to adjust while listening with strangely heightened senses for the sound that had led me there. Nothing. Not a single vibration shook the stillness; not the faintest hint of a whisper; nor even the softest sigh. Nothing. The wilting shadows held me captive without chains or manacles, a prisoner within myself, standing alone in absolute nothingness. Then it happened, and all was Lost. My roommate switched on the light.

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~Morgan~

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Photograph found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

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Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Afterlife, BnV, BooknVolume, existence of ghosts, Flash fiction, ghosts, Halloween, Life After Death, Microfiction, Spirits, ~Morgan~

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

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Slithers – #Dark #Halloween #FlashFiction

31 Saturday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Dark Poetry, Flash fiction, Ghost Stories, ghosts, Graveyards, Halloween, Haunted House, Horror, Scary Places, Spooky, Trick of Treat

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Shadows slithered along the deserted alleyway like writhing serpents. I stepped carefully, watching the darkened corners with the penetrating gaze of a terrified animal. Somewhere in the midst of the gloom, the one I sought had hidden himself and coming upon him unawares was perilous in the extreme. Dark tides of time washed across my path, marooning me in a vast ocean of treacherously flickering streetlights. Echoes of the night reverberated down the damp walls lining the backstreet, their shudders mirroring my own as I crept forward with deliberate stealth. A few additional paces and I’d be free, released from the harrowing confinement like a dove set to soar and my heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

It was not to be.

In that brief moment, everything turned upside down. Panic pushed the bounds of my mental and physical limits. Unparalleled terror pitched me into a frenzy of flailing limbs and earsplitting shrieks that scathed through the night like a reprise of the days of Jack the Ripper. I was the embodiment of horror, held captive by the icy grip of fear.

In the chaos, the tarantula crept from beneath a shadow leaching across my path, looked up at me and laughed.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph is : Alley_on_a_Foggy_Night_by_jheintz21

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Halloween Thrills and Chills

30 Friday Oct 2020

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Dark Poetry, Flash fiction, Ghost Stories, ghosts, Graveyards, Halloween, Haunted House, Horror, Scary Places, Spooky, Trick of Treat

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I’ve left it late.  Typically, I share all sorts of delightfully ghoulish goodies throughout the entire month of October, but this year …well, this year is 2020 and I’ll leave it right there.

So in penance, I will be sharing Halloween for the next 24 hours.  If you don’t like the ghostly gibbers or sneaking sensations, run now! 🙂

If you do enjoy them, then get ready for BnV-tober! LOL Because for the next entire day, I am about to flood the airways with Freakish Flash Fiction, Ponderous Poetry, Spine-tingling short stories, and..well, you get the idea 😉

and of course….Happy Halloween!

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~Morgan~

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Slithers – #Dark #Halloween #FlashFiction

31 Thursday Oct 2019

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Darkness, Fear, Flash fiction, Horror, Spiders, Writing, ~Morgan~

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Shadows slithered along the deserted alleyway like writhing serpents. I stepped carefully, watching the darkened corners with the penetrating gaze of a terrified animal. Somewhere in the midst of the gloom, the one I sought had hidden himself and coming upon him unawares was perilous in the extreme. Dark tides of time washed across my path, marooning me in a vast ocean of treacherously flickering streetlights. Echoes of the night reverberated down the damp walls lining the backstreet, their shudders mirroring my own as I crept forward with deliberate stealth. A few additional paces and I’d be free, released from the harrowing confinement like a dove set to soar and my heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

It was not to be.

In that brief moment, everything turned upside down. Panic pushed the bounds of my mental and physical limits. Unparalleled terror pitched me into a frenzy of flailing limbs and earsplitting shrieks that scathed through the night like a reprise of the days of Jack the Ripper. I was the embodiment of horror, held captive by the icy grip of fear.

In the chaos, the tarantula crept from beneath a shadow leaching across my path, looked up at me and laughed.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph is : Alley_on_a_Foggy_Night_by_jheintz21

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Periphery – #Halloween #100WordStories #FlashFiction

31 Thursday Oct 2019

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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Afterlife, BnV, BooknVolume, existence of ghosts, Flash fiction, ghosts, Halloween, Life After Death, Microfiction, Spirits, ~Morgan~

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She stood beyond the borders of periphery; a figment of possibility whispering on the shifting tides. Immersed in shadows, she was less than ethereal; an unremembered thought, waiting. Existing in the place between reality and the beyond, she was less than a sigh; more transitory than the fleeting light of evening. No sound escaped her as she gazed with solemnity at the darkness leaking into the void she occupied. Its inexorable progression mirrored the panic welling within while a scream more horrific than that ebon nothingness pierced her unmoving chest.

Light was gone. All that remained was darkness.

And Silence.

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~Morgan~

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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Thursday Oct 2019

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, Darkness, Death, Fear, Flash fiction, Grave, Halloween, Micro Fiction, spirituality, Thrillers, Whispers, ~Morgan~

Cemetary_stock_7_by_Tigg_stock

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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Stirring Image by: ariagne-stock at deviantart.com

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#FantasyFriday- Less Than More – #FlashFiction

28 Friday Jun 2019

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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150 Word Stories, BnV, BooknVolume, cosplay, Fantasy Friday, Fantasy Writing, Final Fantasy, Flash fiction, gaming, Love, Sephiroth, ~Morgan~

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Time spun in a loose thread.  So much had happened, so much was left undone.  Unsaid.  His life, as it might have been, hung in the precarious balance.  All that could have been was already lost, wasn’t it.  Did he really have a choice or was he as driven by the storm as the leaves that spun around him in the frosty November wind?

Possibility and reality battled for his bliss as surely as he battled for supremacy, but in the end, did it really matter?  He hadn’t chosen what had happened to him; he didn’t ask to be what he had been made into, but what he was drove all he would be.

It was exhausting and he was tired.  He wanted so much more, so much less.  Just to dance on the breeze, blissful, free.  Just to be, what he chose to be.

Less than more.

With her.

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A spin on Sephiroth from Final Fantasy.  Discover more about him here

~Morgan~

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I truly wish I could make out the signature of the artist, but thank you to whoever it may be.  If you know, please tell me 🙂

 

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#WriteFantasyFriday -House of Realms

21 Friday Jun 2019

Posted by Morgan in Friday FeyDay / Fantasy

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Authors, creative writing, Descriptive Writing, Fantasy Characters, Fantasy Writing, FantasyPrompt, Fiction Writers, Flash fiction, Writing Challenge, Writing Prompt

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Welcome to the first ever #WriteFantasyFriday Fantasy writing prompt on BnV. 🙂

Using the photo prompt above, we will begin this (hopefully) fun writing exercise with a little world building.  Where is this amazing place?  What is it used for?  How did it come into being?  (just some thoughts – you don’t actually have to answer them.)  Your post should:

  • Include the tag #WriteFantasyFriday,
  • Use the title above
  • Be 500-750 words, (sorry, OUCH!)
  • Use this spectacular image as its inspiration.  Please also be SURE to credit the original artist, whose information is at the bottom of this post. 

Create a post on your own blog…write whatever you choose, (Please see post specifications and additional instructions here)  and link back to the prompt post on BnV with a pingback .  If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, find an excellent tutorial here.

To ensure I see them, and also to invite readers to visit your blog, please copy and paste your posts link into the comments section of this post.

Each week, I will feature selected posts from the week on BnV.  Thank you for sharing your time and amazing talent with all of us. I hope you will Enjoy!

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by John Stephens

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#WriteFantasyFriday #WritingPrompt #Kickoff

15 Saturday Jun 2019

Posted by Morgan in Poetry

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Authors, creative writing, Descriptive Writing, Fantasy Characters, Fantasy Writing, FantasyPrompt, Fiction Writers, Flash fiction, Writing Challenge, Writing Prompt

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Welcome to a new chapter in BnV history!  Im excited to kick off what I hope will be an exciting, challenging, and rewarding writing prompt series that will not only, perhaps, stretch your writing skills, but allow (fantasy) writers to find and enjoy each other’s writing/blogs.

Here’s what I’m thinking… (I will post the first writing prompt this coming Friday!)

Each Fantasy Friday, I will post a picture or series of pictures as a Fantasy Writing Prompt.  I will specify what the post should be about: a little world building; a conversation between characters; a conflict perhaps; I might inflict a word-limit; or a format, just a direction to get the imagination flowing.  Then, it’s up to YOU.

Use the image(s) provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog…write whatever you choose, (Please see post specifications below)  and link back to the prompt post on BnV with a pingback .  If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, find an excellent tutorial here.

All Pingbacks from your blog need to be manually approved, so to ensure I see them, and also to invite readers to visit your blog, please copy and paste your Title and link into the comments section of the post.

Each week, I will feature selected posts on BnV by copying/pasting the first several lines of your post and a pingback to your blog.  Please be sure to use the #WriteFantasyFriday hashtag so we can all find each other.

Writing Prompts are a Fun-tastic way to share your skill and to find others with similar interests. Please be sure to visit, read and explore the sites of other writers.

Post Specifications:

  • BnV’s blog rating is PG-13.  Please abide.
  • No gratuitous violence or sex, please.
  • Posts glamorizing hatred, discrimination, or anything else of an extreme-negative nature will not be linked to BnV.
  • By creating a post on your blog that pings back to BnV under the #WriteFantasyFriday hashtag, you agree to allow me to feature your post on BnV by copying/pasting content from yours to mine.

Thank you for sharing your time and talent with BnV.  I’m excited to meet you, learn more about your writing, and build a community through Fantasy.

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~Morgan~

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#Halloween #FlashFiction – Grave Choice

31 Wednesday Oct 2018

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, Darkness, Death, Fear, Flash fiction, Grave, Halloween, Micro Fiction, spirituality, Thrillers, Whispers, ~Morgan~

Cemetary_stock_7_by_Tigg_stock

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Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable.

Quiet. Blackness. Sinking. Strange sensations scathed over me. Heaviness. Lightness. Breaking through. Crashing in. Calm tranquility mixed with ethereal panic that left me searching the dimness frantically, but for what I did not know. Light? Breath? Heartbeat?

All was silent. All was Dim.

Fear crashed in on me; a thousand boulders tumbling on my body from out of the dingy night sticking to me, pounding over me without mercy and without ceasing, yet I did not fall. There was no pain, only fear devouring me in the darkness. Echoes of thought whispered from the ebon vastness around me; voices once so bright, filled with life, now empty, hollow, soundless.

What happened to the life that was inside me? Where did my vibrancy go? Try as I might, I could not draw a single breath and the sensation of existing without it was terrifying. Brackish water sloshed around my feet, pouring in from the edges of the darkness, splashing upwards in a slow, inescapable progression; yet my feet felt nailed to the place where I stood. Unable to run, I searched the emptiness around me, horrified to watch the slogging water sucking upward around me, encasing me in icy coldness.

Where was the Light? Wasn’t there a Tunnel of Light? What happened to all the preaching and teaching and reaching from Heaven? Shadows began to move in the deep darkness, slinking towards me in a haze that filled me with dread. Sounds like ravenous animals gnawing bones began to filter through to me. Screeches and cackles more horrendous in sound than any tale from the crypt I had ever heard. Insidious laughter mocked my struggles as I fought to escape the unrelenting icy embalmment closing around me.

Then all went silent as a single voice spoke from the darkness staining itself crimson over my head. I listened, aghast at the familiarity of the tone and inflection. It was my own voice. It was me, speaking out of the past to haunt my own soul and as I listened, bitter tears slipped down my pallid cheeks, falling into the freezing water encircling my chest, my neck, sloshing upward over my chin, my nose, consuming me.

“I have everything I could ever want or need. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, more influence than I know how to use, and more friends than I can count. ……………
What do I need God for?”

~Morgan~

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Passage Finale- Soul Mates – #FlashFiction

04 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Fantasy, Fiction, Flash fiction, Micro Fiction, Mystical Portal, Photo Prompt, Writephoto, Writing Challenge, Writing Prompt, ~Morgan~

Passage time stands still

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His senses spun; his heart hammered; he was irresistibly drawn to her. She no longer whispered, but he could hear her still; the beguiling sound of that which made her exquisitely her resounded within him.

Unconcerned about the watching star-beings, who no longer laughed, but shimmered their light as if smiling, he stepped forward and gazed down into her upturned face. Drinking in the soft blush of her cheek, the delicate smile turning her lips, and the lush glimmer in her eyes, he reached to touch her and, with that contact, his heart blazed with passionate yearning.

He Remembered Her.

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The End.

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~Morgan~

Part One – This Flash Fiction piece is a sequel to Passage, which I wrote in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto weekly photoprompt.

Part Two – Time Stood Still

Part Three – The Void

Part Four – Her Voice

Part Five – Beguiling

Part Six – Laughter

Part Seven – His Aura

Part Eight – Transfixed

Part Nine – Bathed In Light

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Beautiful Original Photograph by: Matt Payne

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Passage Part Nine- Bathed In Light – #FlashFiction

04 Monday Jun 2018

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Fantasy, Fiction, Flash fiction, Micro Fiction, Mystical Portal, Photo Prompt, Writephoto, Writing Challenge, Writing Prompt, ~Morgan~

Passage time stands still

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Never had she seen another being like him. Blue eyes, pale skin, and yellow hair proclaimed he was far from his own realm and more astonishing than she ever could have imagined. Tall and strong, with odd cloth ornamentation covering his body and bizarre black embellishments in his skin, he was both handsome and bewildering.

He returned her shocked stare, the liquescent blue of his gaze skating away repeatedly, then returning. Lissome and beautiful, she stood bathed in translucent light he had not noticed from the distance; a star-being in humanesque form, yet entirely unclothed.

His aura shifted; she smiled.

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~Morgan~

Part One – This Flash Fiction piece is a sequel to Passage, which I wrote in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto weekly photoprompt.

Part Two – Time Stood Still

Part Three – The Void

Part Four – Her Voice

Part Five – Beguiling

Part Six – Laughter

Part Seven – His Aura

Part Eight – Transfixed

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Passage Part Seven- His Aura – #FlashFiction

03 Sunday Jun 2018

Posted by Morgan in Flash Fiction and Shorts

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aura

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The intensity of his ire radiated outward through his aura, gleaming into the shadowlight. The scarlet glimmer muffled the insidious laughter assaulting him and many of the lights streaked back into the safety of the sky like stars falling in reverse. Others danced round his head like moths drawn to a flame and these he cursed at brazenly, though his unintelligible words only provoked choruses of additional laughter.

Glancing past the annoying entities, he scanned the horizon for the female who had ceased to sing and saw her lithe silhouette lingering amidst the shadows of barren rock.

His aura shifted.

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~Morgan~

Part One – This Flash Fiction piece is a sequel to Passage, which I wrote in response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto weekly photoprompt.

Part Two – Time Stood Still

Part Three – The Void

Part Four – Her Voice

Part Five – Beguiling

Part Six – Laughter

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Stock artwork found on google images. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original artist. Thank You~

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BnV is a visual & lyrical blog which makes use of many sources of media to enhance the words I write. All artwork and photography displayed on this blog is diligently credited to the Original Artist or Photographer, whenever possible. IF you discover one of your images without appropriate credit acknowledgment PLEASE feel free to contact me via my contact page info so I may update the post with your name & website info OR, if you require it, remove the image. Thank You for Sharing your Talent with BnV.

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