Today it's Cherie Reich's 2nd Annual Flash Fiction Blogfest.
Here's a quick reminder of the rules:
1. Entries must begin with the two words: Lightning flashed.
2. Entries must be 300 words or less and be in prose. I'm not versed enough in poetry verse to judge it properly.
3. Entries must be posted on your blog between May 21 - 23.
4. You must sign up in the linky below to have your entry be counted.
4. You must sign up in the linky below to have your entry be counted.
And here's my entry:
Lightning flashed illuminating the black, leathery wings of the creature. Asta had never seen anything like it before. The span of its wings were as wide as the length of a fallen tree, dwarfing her small, lithe frame, and shrouding her in shadow. She could feel the hot breath of the monster on her skin, making it burn and blister. She looked up into deep red eyes, glittering like rubies. Rows of teeth, shining dully like steel in the mouth of the beast, sharp as daggers and almost as long. Blood dripped down from the over-sized incisors, a drop landing on one of her canvas shoes. The stain bloomed on the grey material like an unnatural blot of ink. The stench was unbearable; rotting, burnt, rancid meat. She reached out a tentative hand and touched the its snout. It was hot under her fingertips, like coals left in a fire, and as tough as scale armour. Tales of legend swirled in her mind. She knew no such beast still existed, yet the inexplicable truth was there in front of her. A single word hovered on the tip of her tongue that Asta knew, if spoken, would change the shape of the world. Yet she could not stop as the horrifying truth tumbled from her lips. "Dragon," she breathed.
