100 Words: If Only Everything Was This Easy

I stood dumbfounded at the ordinariness of the scene.  These were the most dangerous books and artefacts from magical history yet there they were placed neatly on regular old roller racking, just as I had seen in all the ignorant museums and libraries of the world.

I’d expected something older here, fixed wooden shelves, cobwebs, a damp mustiness, not to mention charms to keep me away. 

I should have been pleased much more quickly, really; this made my job much easier.

I found my aisle, turned the wheel and took what would destroy everything.

I still cannot believe my luck.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:

 

PHOTO PROMPT – © Claire Fuller

250 Words: Tempus Fugit

Oh yes, son, Time really does, quite literally, fly.  He lives in the Moon, you see, because, well, he is The Man in the Moon.  And he flies it around the earth, causing the earth to rotate and makes time flow.

That’s right, yes.  It’s all true, your father wouldn’t lie!

There’s a hollow in the middle, you see, that’s where he sleeps during the day.  Then, at night, well, at dusk - in the gloaming he be a’roaming, if you...
no?
Okaay, well as the sun is going down, Time gets up because, well, at that point the earth is slowing down, so he has to get into his cockpit, start up the motors and get everything going again so we can build up momentum again over night and have another day.

Of course it makes sense. 

It’s a bit like a bike, winding up and letting go, there’s an invisible band linking the Moon and Earth, how else would the earth rotate?  How else would we get day and night?

Oh... you’ve covered it at school. 

And you prefer the story of Ra, anyway?  Yes, I like that too, poor old Ra, but you asked if time really flew, so I told you about Time living in the…

Oh.  I’ve already told you the story of Mother and Moon, thus contradicting this sorry tale.  And Saturn starting time, too? 

Well, there are different tales, different myths, my boy.  Perhaps we shall eventually work through them all.

Sleep well.

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Written for the Light and Shade Challenge from the written prompt: "Tempus Fugit."

100 Words: As Moon is my Witness

The gaps in the clouds looked like giant bats ready to swoop; the branches great webs, their masters hidden; and, between them, Moon shone- a spotlight following me, an eye watching, staring into my soul and reviewing my sin.

I stumbled, felt the spiders, sprung from their hiding places, crawling over me; felt the air from the bats as they swooped, waiting for the command to strike; saw Moon’s glare as he accused me, made me view what I’d done again and again.


I was found in the morning a quivering wreck and confessed to my crime before being asked.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:

 

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods

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