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Challenge Taken: Moon of Change – The Prologue & Epilogue
Whimsical Wednesday Writings: A challenge is a challenge, so I thought; since I love tormenting myself -why not do it in style! What you delve into now will be a little fun, experimental piece I decided to embark on. I also concluded it would be fab to combine four/five challenges (five; purely for the fact that, I have continued with the idea from the last flash fiction challenge I took on by Ken Broad; see: Moon of Change); yep I do have my moments of insanity! Let’s see if you love or hate what you are about to read.
Before we get going, I want to have a quiet word with the challengers: Billie Jo, I really struggled with the Summer Solstice theme 
-I think I need to research into it some more -thanks for brain hurting exercise! 
. Sonia, ermmm… I worry if I have fallen under the cliché radar… *looks up to the sky* -well, I guess the style is not a typical cliché, is it? Haley, I am secretly hoping I am safe with your challenge this month -I think I got it all; unless my clear beginning, middle and end is dubious. Ken, I know I did well last time round 
So I wonder what you make of the additions to the story. As for me; I think I managed ok with the task; now it is all over to you lovely readers, it’s time to cast your vote.
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Challenge Taken: Moon of Change
Saturday’s Showcase Sketches: I have been feeling a lot better today; so I wanted to celebrate it with a Flash Fiction Challenge I had been looking forward to sink my teeth into (and showcase it here too) -I know I am cutting it fine, as today is the last day for submission -but I am certain the spell caster Ken Broad won’t mind. Ken set the Super Snap Challenge as thus: Three visual prompts were chosen by Ken; our task was to be inspired by one or all and write a story within 500 words (if possible -if not we were granted to have fun with it -so I did!). I had soooo much fun with this story the actual word count excelled the 500 limit to an impressive 1175 (without the title) -not bad for a days’ work me thinks! Before I forget -the chosen image(s) will be displayed in appropriate places as the story develops. Enjoy!
(As always there is a pdf document at the bottom of the post for those who may find this a difficult read.)
MOON OF CHANGE
It roared as it passed by me; I tried to duck in an attempt to avoid the current; my hair tinged slightly as I fell onto the soft muddy soil by the edge of Lake Windermere.
Oh great! Trust me to find a way to ruin the occasion! Isolde will not be pleased –I could not dwell on that now -I had to concentrate on how to avoid Tristan’ rage. -By the way I’m Mark Gethin –a Wizard wannabe –well wannabe is not the rightful term (it’s the preferred word from my perspective); I have been selected –or rather; my bloodline has chosen me as it comes direct from the great Wizard himself, Merlin –great expectations and all; I have this huge pressure to follow in the footsteps of my great-great-great-grandfather; to be honest, I’m no Wizard –in fact I am pretty lame. I do not possess the strength of Tristan nor his mastery control over lightening –the ones I am trying to escape now.
The electrifying sound whizzed past my ears -that one just struck the tree behind me! It landed just inches from my side; singed to a toast.
“Tristan, I really think you have gone overboard now!” I yelled with all my might above all the thunderous noise accompanying the lightning.
“I will not have a useless, undeserving, hapless Wizard with no sense, courting my sister –especially one who cannot defend himself let alone her!” His arms raised and pointed upwards then turned towards me as another shot of white brilliance thrust past me.
I cowered behind the shrubbery; he had a point, I was nothing special –other than my status and what I could be! I didn’t know what Isolde saw in me –I certainly did not deserve her… Her ethereal radiance married with her wisdom, she was just powerful with those qualities alone –not to mention what became of her on a full moon night such as tonight, I had to get to her; I promised… I lowered my head in dismay as I observed the muddy brown slush on my majestic robes –Merlin’ robes; I was not the man he was –how undeserving… A pair of pointed polished black shoes invaded my vision; it was accompanied by a sleek black robe with tiny elegant silver motifs of lightning bolts –Tristan! As I looked up his staff dug into me.
“You are truly pathetic!” he sneered. His staff pierced further into my ribs.
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