Sunday, March 23, 2014

Avoided : Snippet Prompt


PROMPT FICTION

"You've been avoiding me." Master Ruge stretched his foot enough to push out the empty chair at the opposite end of the small table. "Sit, apprentice-mine."

Shatila eyed it and him, before pulling the chair away from the table and carefully easing her tall frame into it. "I have not." She said, carefully.

"Then you are avoiding someone else in my recent company?"

"...perhaps."

"I dislike riddles."

"I dislike being analyzed."

"Fair enough." Master Ruge acknowledged. He slid a sealed envelope across the table and watched as she made no move to take it. "That is one of your eight standards. You may open it and review it, if you have need of my assistance, I expect you to seek me out and request it."

"And if I can manage?" Shatila looked from the envelope to him.

"If you have need of me, I expect to see you." Master Ruge repeated. "I dislike being avoided because you believe I need to be protected. It is not your duty to see to that. I am to look after you, train you and guide you until such a time as the contract between us is satisfied. Please uphold your end of our oaths." He rose from the chair, his thick black robes falling neatly into place around his trim figure.

"I would never go back on my word."

"Good girl." He praised, gliding out of the small kitchen. "See that you don't."

Shatila watched him, he paused, just long enough for her to notice. She bowed her head and reached for the envelope. "...yes, Master."

(c) Sara Harricharan
A/N: I've been playing around with the characters in my "Trial by" universe and couldn't resist doing one of these little prompts for my favorite Twilight Titan, Shatila Briston and her training Master, the enigmatic Master Ruge. Thanks for reading!

Selective (Flash Fiction)

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FLASH FICTION PROMPT 

“She’s –selective. She’s not like the rest of them.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Father.” Miriam straightened her skirts and clasped her tiny white purse in her gloved hands. For a young woman carrying the most dangerous poision in existence within her pearl-covered purse, she was the picture of calmness.

“It is–difficult.” Her father managed to choke out. “You do not know her as I do. She is not to be trusted. Never trust her!”

“She has given me no reason to doubt her,” Miriam said, mildly. “Is something the matter, Father?”

He looked at her strangely for a moment. “I am fine. Come along, we have much to do before the day is over.”

Miriam watched him stalk off into the masses and paused on the sidewalk. She rubbed her nose with one gloved hand, the same one that had placed the poison inside her purse. The effects should be untraceable–would be, she knew, as she quickened her step to catch up.


Selective, her father had said. Well. She’d just have to show them both, wouldn’t she? Miriam sneezed and grimaced, before gathering up her skirts and sprinting before she lost sight of her father’s ridiculous hat.

(c) Sara Harricharan
Thanks for reading! 

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Heightened (Flash Fiction)

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FLASH FICTION PROMPT

Leda’s head snapped up, turning in the complete opposite direction of the Cheif’s scouts. She cocked her head to the side, heightened senses clearly picking up something that no one else could.

A feral smile played across her innocent features and red fire burned at her fingertips.

“Leda?” The Cheif ventured, cautiously.

“Found them.” She cracked her knuckles, the red flames growing larger and warmer, licking up her arms. “Orders, sir?”

The Cheif’s eyes narrowed. “Burn.” He said, coldly. “Burn them all.”

“Yes sir!” Leda said, sweetly. “In the name of the Crown, I’ll burn them to the ground.” She vaulted off her twitchy mount and her entire lower body transformed into a whirlwind of flame. She hovered before them for a second, then blurred off into the distance.

“You heard the Cheif!” The second-in-command officer barked. “About face and follow that girl!”

(c) Sara Harricharan 
Thanks for reading! 

Remember Me (Poem)

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Remember Me

I wanted to be your friend
I wanted so desperately to be your friend
I thought we were friends

You laughed
I smiled
We talked together
We wrote many words

Will you remember me?
They say you're leaving
They said it's fine
You didn't tell me
How is this okay?

Will you remember me?
Please?
I wanted to be your friend
Even before I understood you
I wanted to make you smile
Because I saw myself in you

Will you remember me?
Remember that I cared?
That I wanted to see you happy?
That I thought you were brilliant?

Please remember me
Remember the words we wrote
The memories we made
The time we shared
Please
Remember me

You were always my friend
My shot of cheer
In the midst of the doldrums
Under the blanket of despair

You were always my friend
Always
Please remember me
And if you need it,
If you want it,
Please, let me be your friend

Take care of yourself
Enjoy the adventures ahead
Breathe in life
And dream among the star
Remember me
The way I remember you
Because you made a difference
--To me.


(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: This time of year brings back a lot of different memories and emotions for me, hence a stab at poetry after such a long break. Enjoy and thank you for reading.