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Dark Fairy Queen Writerly Bridal Shower Entry

Title: A Very Faery Wedding

Author: Christina Krieger

eBook: Yes

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“I announce from this day onward, you are eternally joined faeries.”

A few hours earlier…

“Come quickly, Eliza,” an elderly faery said with a friendly smile, grabbing Eliza by the arm and leading her inside. “We must get you ready. No time to waste.”

Eliza had barely crossed over from the human world to the faery realm. Her newly transformed skin glittered and reflected the light as she moved. She would also have to get used to her new pair of wings. Eliza turned her head to marvel at them once more. Apparently, every faery’s wings had a color unique only to them. It was known as the faery’s gwenfaer. Her wings were a pearly light gold. She couldn’t believe it. This was actually happening. Eliza, once human and completely unaware that faeries even existed, had crossed into a whole new realm and turned faery herself. All because she had fallen in love with Rowland, a faery native to this world. She was the only one ever to do so, and her actions had caused quite an uproar. Many faeries found her transformation incredibly romantic, but a few found her to be an abomination.

Eliza tucked all that aside; she had to get ready for her wedding, after all.

As she entered the woman’s house, ten other faeries rushed at her, surrounding her with smiles and squeals of excitement. They simultaneously started to replace her current clothes with her wedding gown.

“It is customary for the bride to wear her husband’s gwenfaer,” the elderly lady said, who was evidently supervising all the other faeries getting her ready.

The gown was beyond beautiful. The entire dress was the same deep royal blue as Rowland’s wings, and it was covered in shimmering blue stones that shone with a brilliance she had never seen on earth. As they slipped the dress over her head, Eliza saw the intricate weave pattern in the delicate lace-like fabric. Slots at her back allowed her wings to slide through with ease. Her hair was then curled and adorned with the same jewels that covered her dress. When she finally got to look in the mirror, all the faeries gasped at her reflection.

“You look radiant,” one of them said, barely able to get out the sentence due to her excitement. “Rowland will probably fall out of the sky when he sees you.”

The faeries led her outside where she met Rowland in an expansive field under the boughs of what looked like a giant weeping willow. All the limbs were covered in blue and gold shimmering flowers. Countless faeries flocked to watch the ceremony, but Eliza hardly noticed. She was too fixated on Rowland, who was staring intently into her eyes.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he said in a whisper.

Eliza smiled. “So do you.”

Rowland’s tunic was a pearly gold, the exact color of her gwenfaer. Eliza then understood the tradition. Rowland wore nothing but pearly gold and had royal blue wings. She wore royal blue and had gold wings. It was a symbol of how their lives would be forever intertwined.

The king of the realm appeared and attempted to start the ceremony. But before he could say anything, a fire erupted in the middle of the field. Balls of flame started raining from above and all the spectators immediately scattered. As if by magic, the fire started to move on its own, taking the shape of letters.

“We need to get you two out of here,” the King said.

As they flew into the sky, they saw what the letters said: Abomination

All of this because she had crossed over into their world. It was all her fault.

The King led them far from the willow tree and into a cave high above the ground.

“You should be safe here, at least for a while.”

“Now what do we do?” Eliza said as Rowland wrapped his arms around her.

“We continue the ceremony of course. If you two don’t join, they win. We have no reason not to proceed.”

Rowland and Eliza both nodded.

“As the king of this realm, I announce from this day onward, you are eternally joined faeries. May your love forever be an example and inspiration for generations to come, and may your union be blessed for the noble stand you have both taken.”

Rowland gently rested his hand on the side of Eliza’s face and pulled her in for their first kiss as joined faeries… but it would certainly not be their last.

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This is my entry into the Dark Fairy Queen Writerly Bridal Shower, where we all write wedding-themed flash fiction as a gift to the lovely Anna Meade who is getting married!

Click here to see more details on the Writerly Bridal Shower

This can be a stand-alone story, however the characters come from a flash fiction piece I wrote for one of Anna’s famous contests. I figured that would be fitting. You can read more about Rowland and Eliza here.

Congratulations, Anna!

Love Bites Blog Hop Entry

So here is my entry for the Love Bites Blog Hop. It’s not really funny like some of the other entries, but I set out to write an anti-valentine’s day story and this is what came out. It’s a continuation of a story I started about a pyro named Violet Blair. You can read the rest of her story here.

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“So…” Violet said as she twirled her fork around her plate.

“So,” Ryan said in return, obviously unable to meet her eyes either.

Violet looked around the overflowing restaurant. Waiters bustled around while couples stared lovingly into each other’s eyes. Utterly predictable on this, of all nights.

But why, after surviving what could have wiped out the entire race of pyros, could they not sit and have an un-awkard meal together?

This isn’t us, she thought. What made them think they could go on a date like normal people? She cared for him too much to doom their relationship to this.

“This night could use a little livening up, don’t you think?” She said with a grin as she snapped, igniting a purple flame from her fingertips.

Ryan smiled back, green fire rising from his palm.

“Now, isn’t this lovely,” A voice said from behind Violet.

They both looked to see a man with a hat dipped over his eyes. The Hunter.

“You,” she said. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Pity. For you.” He walked away, leaving a trail of metal balls behind him.

“Bombs,” Ryan whispered to Violet.

“There’s a bomb; everyone out!” Violet said loudly so the whole restaurant could hear.

As the place erupted in screams and couples running for the doors, Ryan and Violet chased after The Hunter. Once outside, the restaurant exploded at their backs as they hurled green and indigo fireballs at their nemesis.

Now this is more like it. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

BCF – The Fog

The Fog

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Blogging MIA & BCF – Boat Ride

So… I’ve been a little MIA the last month. As some of you may or may not know, I’m about 11 weeks pregnant, and I think the baby has sucked all the creative juices from my brain. Or maybe I’ve just been too nauseous to even think about writing anything. Either way, the Business Card Fiction challenge has brought me out of my funk, so I’m happy to say, I’m back! I might not post as much as I used to, but I’m going to make an effort to at least keep up with my writing. So here it is…

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The Boat Ride

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BCF – Festival

This is my entry for the new Business Card Fiction contest. You write a story short enough to fit on the back of a business card, based on the prompt word/picture.

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This is the Beta version of the contest. The full contest, including prizes, starts next month. So be sure to check out the website here, and follow them on twitter @BCFiction

 

 

 

 

 

 

Five Sentence Fiction – Character

I am the adversary of evil, a guide to the lost, and the answer to every mystery.

I stand silent in the shadows; you may not see me, but I see all.

I unravel every conspiracy and the plot in every game.

I know the players, the pawns, the innocents struggling to be free.

I am your guardian, your liberator, your ally—my name is Garrison, though most of you know me as G.

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For this FSF, Lillie asked us to write about a character from one of our WIPs. I chose a character who is not only in my WIP, but has appeared in many flash fiction pieces here on my site. I hope this gives you a little more insight into who G is.

Be sure to check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.

Monday Mixer – The Arctic

Andi pulled the hood of her snow jacket tighter around her neck, shielding herself from the wind that unceasingly nipped at her frozen face, as she trekked further across the Arctic Tundra. The GPS unit beeped in her backpack, her own personal harbinger, signaling the fast approach of something massive.

Could this be it?

The ground rumbled as it ran toward her, knocking her off her feet. An enormous animal resembling a tiger, with long, flowing fur towered over her. Its coat was pure white and glistened in the sun.

A euphoric tingling swept across Andi’s body as it looked into her eyes and knelt down, signaling her to mount. As they rode, multi-colored light swirled in front of them, revealing the mythical portal.

She had found it—the means of traveling between worlds. She didn’t know where she would end up, but she couldn’t wait to find out.

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I wrote this for Jeffrey Hollar’s Monday Mixer flash fiction challenge. Check it out at The Latinum Vault

Five Sentence Fiction – Candidate

“Is she asleep, Doctor?”

“Yes, she’s under and will awake with no memory of the procedure.”

“Her mate, Rowland, is… detained… and won’t interfere with our faery-human relations research—Eliza’s the perfect candidate.”

“Good… the fetus’ heart rate is normal; maybe we can determine if she conceived before or after she transformed into a faery.” The doctor paused, stared at the monitor, and said, “Vick will like these results—a half-breed is an abomination and will give him the excuse he needs to destroy Rowland and Eliza.”

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This is part of a series I’ve been writing. You can read all about Rowland and Eliza here.

And be sure to check out the Five Sentence Fiction weekly challenge created by Lillie McFerrin.

Writober Part 13

Ryan jumped from landing to landing, making his way up the staircase. He didn’t have time to do it the slow, human way. Once in the upper levels, guards started pouring into the halls from every door. They must have known he was coming. Good. The more eyes were on him, the less they would be on Violet and the group.

Igniting the fire in his fists, he fought his way out. Flesh sizzled with every punch he threw. It was still dark when he finally made it outside. Good. Better viewing conditions for his little show.

He hurled fireballs until the entire base turned into a green inferno. By now, most of the employees and guards had encircled him, desperately trying to get close enough to take him down.

Not today, he thought, keeping them at bay with the occasional burst of flames.

Now, there was only one thing left to do.

Inching to his left, the crowd reacted like the opposite end of a magnet—no one wanted to get too close. Once he was within range, he held out both arms, and poured every ounce of his energy into sending a solid wall of green flame in the direction of the generators. He held it for as long as he could, and with one final push, the wall of fire ceased. But it had done exactly what he intended. There was a small explosion in the generator, but it set off a chain reaction throughout the entire base. Ryan did an about-face and ran toward the hills.

As he neared them, Ryan saw Violet cresting the hill. Good, she made it.

“Violet, get down!” he yelled as soon as he was within ear-shot.

The entire group ducked with their hands over their heads, just as a ground-shaking explosion erupted through the valley.  The percussion vibrated his chest and rang in his ears.

“Are you okay?” He said as they stood up. What little was left of the base smoldered behind them.

“Yes. You made it,” Violet said with a smile.

“And now that it’s all over, I can finally do this.” Ryan reached his hand to the side of her face, and pulled her lips onto his.

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The Hunter crawled out from under a pile of debris, retrieved and dusted off his hat, and placed it gently on his head. Every human inside the base had died instantly with the explosion.

It was a good thing he wasn’t human.

He could see the pack of maimed mutants at the top of the hill on the outskirts of the valley. Now that his employers were dead, the pyros were no longer his concern.

Except those two, with the green and indigo flames, they were responsible for this mess. And they were his next targets. No more capturing and hauling them back like a dog playing fetch. This time, he would be hunting for keeps.

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This concludes the Writober series. I’ll definitely continue Violet’s story, so stay tuned…

Need to catch up on the story? You can read earlier Writober posts, or you can read Violet Blair’s entire story.

Writober Part 12

Ryan finished explaining to Violet how to navigate the tunnels, and the two of them prepared the group to leave.

“What you’re doing,” Violet said, holding back tears she didn’t want Ryan to see, “it’s more than likely a one-way mission. I…”

“I’ll do my best to make sure it isn’t.”

Violet nodded as he pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She desperately wanted to tell him how glad she was to have known him, even if it was for just a short time. But she couldn’t find the words. So she just stayed there in his arms until he pulled away.

He mouthed the word “Goodbye” as he walked back to the stairwell.

Violet took and deep breath and turned to the group. “Tunnel’s this way. Follow me.”

The tunnel was dark and damp, and their progress was slow, due to how many were injured and barely conscious. The stronger ones helped the others as they made their way through the twisting underpass.

We have to be getting close, she thought just before she saw it: the ladder that would bring them to the surface. Violet went up first, opened the grate, and checked their surroundings.

All clear. She helped the others up the ladder and closed the grate behind them.

They were on the outskirts of the base. In the distance, she could see the lights from the power plant and the surrounding buildings. Behind her was the hill she and Ryan had descended on their way in.

Looking in the direction of the base, Violet saw sporadic flashes of green light. Ryan was putting up quite a fight. That was her cue. When all the guards were distracted with Ryan, they would have a straight shot to escape.

“Please be careful,” she whispered. Then to the group she shouted, “Okay everyone, run as fast as you can to that hill, and don’t quit until you reach the top.”

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For the month of October, I’ve joined a writing challenge called Writober. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, we write something and send it to the entire group.For Writober, I’ll be continuing the series I’ve started about a tough pyro named, Violet Blair.

Need to catch up on the story? You can read earlier Writober posts, or you can read Violet Blair’s entire story.