Showing posts with label Microfiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Microfiction. Show all posts

Sunday, April 12, 2020

Unreleased Draft from [7-8-18]: Revisiting Ancient Evil vs Gunslinger

[4/12/2020 This post was the beginning of a post to expand a flash fiction story that I created during 2018 Flash Fiction day weekend if I remember correctly. A flash fiction micro-story named Ancient Evil vs Gunslinger was created 5-30-18. At the moment, I don't expect to do anything with this draft post, so I'll Publish it as is]

In the next series of posts, I want to try something else. I'll pick one of the micro stories that I like, and I want to challenge myself to try to expand that story.
The one story that really seems interesting and intriguing is the gunslinger microfiction.
I'll repost the original below for reference.
In this post I'll create a beginning to the story to provide more backstory. 

Beginning
First I'll roll for a beginning using the upcoming system currently titled Conflict Triad Chain RPG.
[4 dialogue, argument
2 argument between relationship]
There is going to be an argument between the gunslinger and someone else.
Argument about what and with whom?

Argument Topic
[Theme Generator - 3 expect, 6 equipment v ability]
Some item expected to be useful that lets a character do something more, is the what.
[Plot Generator - 4 riddle,  5 solve]

It sounds like the equipment is mysterious and creates a question.
Perhaps the gunslinger is putting something in his mother's attic. When he knocks over one of his deceased father's stored item box, this strange thing falls out.
I also need two different personalities so it's time to use the Character Generator.
Gunslinger = Lone wolf, tough, temperance, deceitful and diagnosis.
Mother = a doer, strong, self reliance, despair, and health

Ancient evil vs the Gunslinger [Revisited] 
Anceint evil vs the Gunslinger [Revisited] © 2020 by Ken Wickham
All Rights Reserved
 
He didn't feel like moving. He rocked the firm hickory chair slowly on the rickety front porch.
A storm flashed sporadically off in the distant western horizon. It blocked out the normally orange and purple luster mounain sunset. The rest of the sky was still deep blue, birds scattered an flew with dips and dives.
'Help me out,' his once strong mother shouted, 'this is too heavy for me!'
Awoken from his daze, he turned his head towards the open window slightly.
'Just wait one moment. I'm thinking about something,' he shouted back.
Her reply came in a rapid lower tone, almost under her breath.
'I'll give you something to think about boy, if you don't get here right this very instant.'
He wenced just from hearing her forceful tone. He knew her health was failing her.
He pushed himself up, checked to see if his his pistols were secure, pushed up the brim his hat, and went into the house.
In the furthest reaches of the western frontier an ancient evil awakens to battle a gunslinger.
A less than accurate gunslinger must overcome this formidable supernatural
Not only does the gunslinger fail, the ancient evil possesses the gunslinger's soul.

Setting
furthest reaches of the western frontier
Foe
Supernatural - ancient evil
Main character
A less than accurate gunslinger
Main plot
awakens to battle a gunslinger.

********previous post**********
The next Flash RPG session.
6, 5, 1, 3, 4, 3, 3
6 western
5 region
1 battle ... defeat
3 supernatural, unimaginable
In the furthest reaches of the western frontier an ancient evil awakens to battle a gunslinger.
4 body
3 -1
3 hard
A less than accurate gunslinger must overcome this formidable supernatural force. Will the gunslinger prevail?
1 little effort
Automatic fail + worse
Not only does the gunslinger fail, the ancient evil possesses the gunslinger's soul.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Microfiction: failed fantasy trope, "Bargain for Eternity"

Microfiction: failed fantasy trope

"Bargain for Eternity"
By Ken Wickham
Copyright © 2016

Jonovan approached his and the world's destiny.

The dark prince stood across the room, fire blazing in his pale extended palm. A chilled wind forced Jonovan into the black marble wall of the forsaken citadel.

He held the recently claimed sword forward, feet inching, fighting ahead despite the impossible situation.

Ahead the figure was draped in darkness, and all he could see was a feint grin. Dark blues, blacks, and deep purples mist swirled around behind the beckoning malevolent force that had threatened him each step of the perilous journey.

His gold and silver ancient runic sword shone bright, a gold flame cutting through the impending doom.

"You will not win," echoed the sly tongued demon prince.

"It's not me you fight. But all of Ea," he said forcing the utter bleak fear from the depth of his soul. A fear that tainted his very heart.

How many lives lost? Brynn's loving sacrifice. Tobert's unseen betrayal. Lamva's sacred guidance. 

Enthralled by lost friends his inching became steps.

The winds seemed to dissipate. The steps became strides.

"Join me young warrior. And we will rule all of Ea," came the silvery frosted words.

Jonovan progress came to a explosive halt. It was as if all the universe's energy had fallen on him. How could this be?

"50, 50?" he asked.

The terrifying lich screamed back, "No. 75, 25."

"Only if it's 50, 50," he said, assured that the prince would give in.

"Okay. You drive a hard bargain. I'm doing all the work as it is," came the pure evil maniacal chuckle.

"Agreed."

Donovan put away the blade and went to the chair indicated by the outstretched open hand of the evil lord.

He felt pleased that he would be moving up in the world. His dying father's wishes was that he would make something of his life.

And now he would be at the top.