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@Michaelvaliant@writing.exchangeWelcome to the #Promptodon #WritingPrompt
Today's Prompt (Jan 10):
New Prompts Daily! Write us some fiction using the Word, or the Image of the day (or get tricky and use both!)
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Once upon a time, deep in the heart of a foggy forest, there lived a young and reckless piper named Finlay. He had always been drawn to the wild and untamed beauty of the forest, and he spent his days wandering its paths, lost in the skirl of his pipes.
But Finlay's love for the forest was not shared by all. For there was a giant, dark, forbidding presence that lurked in the fog, a creature that had long been the bane of the forest-dwellers.
Finlay scoffed at the stories, believing the creature was nothing more than a tale told to scare children. & so he wandered the forest, playing his pipes with abandon.
One day, as he emerged from the trees, Finlay found himself in a clearing, & there, looming before him, was the creature. Enormous. Towering over the smaller trees & radiating an aura of dark menace. & yet, as Finlay looked into its eyes he saw something else there, something that reminded him of the wild beauty of the forest.
@Michaelvaliant awesome! I need to get my flash fiction muscle working again. Is poetry welcome or shall I keep it just to prose?
@ErynMcConnell poetry is welcome also - whatever you want to write is good!! 
@Michaelvaliant that's very generous. Thank you!
@Michaelvaliant
"When I first heard the #skirl of the bagpipes, I thought a most odious crime was being visited upon a body. In that respect I was mostly correct, but perhaps not in the way I envisaged. The noise reminded me of the last gasp of a banshee after hitting a meteorite while screeching out of Haunting College for lunch following a particularly taxing session of Scarifying for Beginners by AJ Collup."
DI Camden Ironbell - Gnome Squad
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@Michaelvaliant
A menacing skirl pierced the dense fog. A dark figure slowly emerged through the haze. James trembled. What had he awoken with the arcane words from that mysterious book?
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I felt fear rise in my mouth, swarming on my tongue. The figure rose in front of me, bigger even than in my nightmares. It stared at me, eyes dark holes in a soulless face.
It did not need to speak. I knew it was waiting for me. I had always known. My feet started to move forward, jerkily, as if summoned.
Nonono my brain screeched, distantly, as if someone had surgically removed my inner voice, carrying it away. My legs kept pushing forward. It was time. The figure smiled.
@Michaelvaliant
The bagpipes sang their song. The skirl was intense. The music was supposed to keep at bay the Dark Spirit in front of us, but still, I was terrified. I was able to see It and be Its guide. Our procession was one of death and sorrow. Death for our enemies and sorrow for their families, of course. The idea was to release the Dark Spirit at their base camp, then get the hell away. It would do the rest. And with some luck, It would have enough with them…
@Michaelvaliant
People joke how their conscience is a little angel (or devil) sitting on their shoulder, pushing them this way or that. Mine? Is more Thin-man meets Marvin the Martian, with whom I reluctantly play marbles. There's plenty of shrieking. Hand-waving that turns to pushing. Followed by falling. Gut kicks. Trash talk. In terms I don't understand, yet fully comprehend. Always, it is dark.
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Today's Prompt (Jan 10): skirl
A short fiction, "Different Views", is in the attached file, with AltText.
