It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. For once, I’m ahead of schedule, or maybe on schedule. This week’s story has been inspired by my son, who insists I write fantasy. I’m not sure this qualifies, but in his honor, I made an attempt.
This is also my opportunity to plug his blog. Yes, my son has started a blog. I want to thank all of you who have visited him already. I appreciate it! Thank you so much. His blog is called Fantastic Fantasy Inc. Please check it out when you have a minute. He’s posted a few stories.
Thank you to Rochelle for her dedication to this incredible group, and to Adam Ickes for the photo. It’s beautiful.
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Genre: Fantasy – YA (100 words)
Steam lifted from the swamp beneath them, bubbling in reaction to their presence on the bridge.
Eli consulted his map. “If we stay on this path, we will have safe passage to Valcor.”
His little sister Freya choked, “All I see is grey and ash. Now burning fire.” She shrieked with her eyes closed.
“No, Freya. It’s a blanket of flowers, fresh, blooming. Can’t you smell them?” he held her shoulders firmly. “Concentrate, Freya.”
A strong Visionary had power to manipulate the elements. Eli gasped at a colorful meadow before them.
She smiled, but in her eyes Eli saw fear.