2nd Campaign Challenge & Fridays with Fred

First up, today is the last day to post the 2nd Campaign Challenge. I chose Prompt 1, added in a brief poem and wrote in a different genre. I don’t normally this YA Dystopian, but if I did…it might be a little like this.

The Nether's Son


The Rising’s madness descended upon us like a frenzied spirit. Nightly winds carried bomb reverberations and smoke streaks across the blackened sky. The ear-piercing cries eventually ceased, but death’s stench lingered. 

Liam and I found sanctuary under the ruins of Hye's Bridge. We hid there, waiting for the Bellor’s Vars to finish attacking Dridle, our home.

Home. It was gone now.

I read the scribe aloud.

Unite all that is left one by one
Forging on behalf of the Nether’s son
Spirits will guide thee past the iron hand
For the son must conquer the forbidden land

“What’s it mean?” I asked.

“Don’t know.” Liam lied, but I forgave him.  It’s not every day one learns their destiny.

Liam’s efficiently dressed my leg wound again. With the Bellor’s airborne venom, precautions were necessary. Liam sat beside me, his hair slick from crossing the dead infested river. We barely made it. 

“Vars won’t come,” Liam said. He was right. Thank the Nethers. I shivered recalling those gangly creatures–products of the Bellors, like me. Liam gripped my hand, worry marred his angelic face. Was he always like this? Yes. But to me, he was breathtaking.

And as far as destinies go, he was mine.

The End.


That's it.  I'm #94!  It's been a trying week so I hope the darn thing make sense.  Critique if you want.  Thanks for stopping by.


Friday's with Fred

I've almost never captured Fred yawning like this. But what do you know...there he goes!

Remember to stop by and visit Schatze over at Mary’s BookHounds too.

Have a great weekend.

Mina B.