Every week a photo is donated to use as a prompt to create a piece of fiction in 200 words or less. The challenge runs from Sunday to Sunday, and y9ou can take part at any point in that week, not just on a Sunday.
If you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction, image and head over to the page. If you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog image below it.
I watched the people walk past, completely oblivious to my observations and plans to lay waste to the area around. My time of watching is now over.
I smile and leap from my perch. I spread my wings to their full width and flap them; the beat of my leathery membranes cause a “wumf” and I feel the power as I soar upwards. I laugh as the humans scatter, screaming and running for cover.
“Diiieeeee!” I shout as I reach the pinnacle and turn downwards. I take a deep breath start grinding my rear teeth to start sparks. I release a billow of flame melting everything in my path. Fire leaps from house to house, from person to person. I laugh louder at the screams of terror, and the cries of the dying.
I soar upwards again and turn sharply to plummet. I fold my wings back to my sides, and release another billow of flame and watch the humans turn to ash in front of me. I see the devastation around me, and …”
The child taps the side of my perch stopping my daydreams. I can’t even move my wooden eyes since the spell turned me to this.