Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #269

I am pleased to be doing Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #269. This weeks challenge is a great one. It’s so good I have not just one story, but two for this challenge. Thank-you Melissa for  getting my creative juices flowing again.

The image below is from eberhard ✋🏻grossgasteiger on Unsplash.

The image depicts two pieces of wood formed into a crucifix, rising from a pile of rocks at their base. The rocks and the cross are atop a grassy mountain. We see fog-covered mountains in the distance, underneath a cloud-filled blue sky, with sunlight shining through and tinging the clouds with shades of mauve and peach.

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The power Stone

In the heart of a forgotten forest, where sunlight dances through the canopy like golden threads, lies a secret buried beneath the ancient earth. The locals whisper tales of magic, of a power so potent it could reshape destinies and bend reality to its will.

Ella, a curious wanderer with eyes that gleamed with the thirst for adventure, stumbled upon these whispers during her travels. Drawn by the allure of the unknown, she ventured into the depths of the forest, guided only by the faint echoes of ancient legends.

As she journeyed deeper, the air grew thick with anticipation, each step bringing her closer to the elusive secret that lay hidden within the forest’s embrace. She navigated through the maze of trees. Her senses were alive with the anticipation of discovery.

At last, she reached a clearing bathed in ethereal light, where the earth seemed to pulse with a silent energy. In the center stood a sacred mound. It’s two pieces of wood formed into a crucifix, rising from a pile of rocks at their base. The rocks and the cross are atop a grassy mountain, looking towards the heavens.

Ella’s hands trembled as she dug, and the soil seemed to yield willingly to her touch, as if it couldn’t wait to reveal its prized possession. She ventured deeper and deeper until her fingers grazed a smooth object, a shimmering stone throbbing with mystical power.

As she lifted the stone from its earthly prison, a surge of power washed over her, filling her with a sense of awe and wonder. This, she realized, was the source of the forest’s magic, the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe.

With the stone clutched tightly in her grasp, Ella knew that her life would never be the same. For she had unearthed not just a hidden gem, but the essence of magic itself, buried deep within the heart of the forest, waiting for the touch of a soul brave enough to seek it out.

 

God’s Golden Light

In the dimly lit chamber of doubt and despair, they gathered—the skeptics, the cynics, and the envious. Their whispers swirled like venomous serpents as they plotted to shroud the world in darkness.

Among them stood a figure bathed in an ethereal glow, his presence a beacon of divine radiance amidst the shadows. They called him a blasphemer, a heretic, for he bore within him a soul forged from the very essence of God’s Golden light.

They devised their scheme, believing their earthly tools could bind his spirit. They fashioned crude nails of doubt and fear, intending to crucify his soul upon the cross of disbelief.

But as they approached, their hands trembling with malice, they found themselves faltering. The aura surrounding him pulsed with an otherworldly power, a force they could not comprehend nor contain.

With each attempt to pierce his spirit, their implements shattered like fragile glass against a mighty wave. His soul remained unscathed, untouched by the darkness that sought to engulf it.

In a crescendo of blinding light, the figure rose, transcending the earthly realm. His soul, bathed in God’s Golden light, soared above the fray, leaving the would-be captors to ponder the folly of their arrogance.

For they had tried to crucify a soul forged from the very essence of divinity itself, and in their hubris, they found themselves humbled before the eternal brilliance of God’s Golden light.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and light,

Brenda Marie