Welcome to Flash Fiction Saturday! This weeks challenge is to write a 50 word flash fiction story, and the theme is anything! I hope you don’t mind me putting this on this site, because my author website hasn’t got any traffic so seems like posting there is a waste of time.
Breezy wind whipped across my face, I lurked beside the brim of the snow coated lake. Shimmers of moonlight rippled off the edge of the water, the land expanded for miles. What is that? The howling wind, gushes of ice as it scrapes against the cabin wood. Am I alone?
Why don’t you have a go? I’m happy to continue this on psychedelicwizard.org because it has more followers and gets more traffic.
It’s not about garnering likes or comments so please have a go in the comments, because I’d love to see your flash fiction. But if you did like this then why not like and comment and share? Drop links below to your own short stories. ❤
The magical gifts that nature holds gently in her hand for us. The spirals of the most intricate, delicate flowering structures. The veil under the mushroom umbrella, falling at the right moment. A tide that pulls to and from the shoreline according to the moon.
We can learn so much from nature. Magical mushrooms being a part of nature, with properties that cause us to experience distortions in reality. I’m sure that if you gave… hang on, let me see what Wizard says about this.
A man took so many magic mushrooms once that he convinced himself that his shoes had become weapons of mass destruction, to janitors. You know at that point delusion has taken over.Wizard
I don’t think anyone wants to believe they have hostile shoes. Least of all me! Follow the wisdom of Mother Nature and you will be closer to the truth than most people will ever be.
The Wizard let me into his lair today and I briefly smelt what I believed to be brewing tea leaves but actually turned out to just be the smell of some lovely flowers he bought. Some yellow, some white and a few purple with many yet to bloom. He’s got the new vase on his window beside a lit tall white candle. He is fiddling with his new tourmaline tumble stone in his hands as he paces the room. Sunlight beams in and his great purple cloak is translucent, revealing the power beneath as a white shimmering glow. ‘I am honoured,’ I say, sitting in his brown leather armchair, helping myself to some crystalline water beside it in the most magnificent crystal jug.
He hasn’t given me permission to allow you to share, as he says his words are so powerful that only a few may actually read them. You are free to enjoy here, but insists that for safety they do not go any further, for risk of looking rather silly. You can also check out the post on soon to be famous quotes.
Just because I like flowers that does not make me a pansy!Wizard
When I was a boy I had many wands. My favourite I always kept in my pantsWizard
I once stood in a gay bar and told them all I am about to disappear with a poof. Wizard
It is one of those days again, release the flying monkeys.Wizard
Bring me a crystal, and a pipe.Wizard
Ever wondered how they get the rabbit in the hat? Wizard
Thanks for reading those selected quotes from the Wizard himself. I had a lovely tea with him and checked how his lilies were doing. They have started to bloom and are the loveliest of lilac, pink and purple in a combination. Closer to pink. I also had a look at his crystals and he said that he prefers to work with them at night, something about the moon. I cannot remember. Anyway have a lovely day!