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Gold’s Guard : Friday Fictioneers 01 may, 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – © Dee Lovering PHOTO PROMPT – © Dee Lovering

Queen Maria surveyed the nearly finished Customs House, and looked at architect Pere Garcia.

“That’s quite beautiful Garcia; you have planned for almost everything except the gold we collect. That much gold is surely going to attract the raiders”

“We have planned for it my majesty.” fellow architect Sagner informed. “I have a Greek Trader bring in a special live cargo from India.” He presented a scroll with the Cargo details.

Queen Maria scanned the document and smiled.

Soon workers and visitors of Barcelona Customs House got used to the occasional screech and whiffs from the wings of four pairs of Gryphons protecting all the gold.


The pic in the prompts said its from Barcelona. And what caught my eye was the memorial to Columbus and the Griffins / Gryphons on the top of the building at the left hand corner. I googled, and then took a tour of the area by Google Street View and found that the building is the old customs house build in 1895 by Sagner. And voila !

This is for Friday Fictioneers hosted by tireless host Rochelle and the rest of the fictions are at the froggy ink below:


Druks : Friday Fictioneers 24 April 2015

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy

“Sire, Moriyan invaders have already breached southern border, we need the Druks fast”, pleaded the worried general.

King Gyalpo has his eyes fixed at the series of buildings standing in the snow covered valley. In his usual calm voice he asks, “How much longer Magister?”

“Not much O-Savior! We are waiting for the dawn” confirms his magister.

The red-golden rays of the spring new-moon day move swiftly across the snow and touch the buildings one by one. The domes crack, breaking down the egg shells the new generation of Druks spring to life.

Now the Moriyan invaders have to face the wrath of the Druk Yul’s thunder dragons.


Bhutan – our neighbor is one of only a few countries which have been independent throughout their history, never conquered, occupied, or governed by an outside power. They are also known as Druk Yul  – “Land of Druk”, and in native language Dzongkha – Druk is “Thunder Dragon” their protectors.

– Rest of the FF’s hosted by Rochelle are at the froggy link below:

The Divide : Friday Fictioneers 13 march 2015

Friday Fictioneers- 13 march 2013

Friday Fictioneers- 13 march 2013

Truce was fragile – but everyone tired of the long war, accepted it. The bridge separated the sunny green of Aslan’s land from the frozen meadows of White Witch. Maugrim and his pack sniffed around in the white lands. But they were aware of the centaurs standing guard behind the trees on the other side. They never dared to step on that bridge.

Moles and Beavers had a different agenda though. They tunneled and burrowed, far below for those wolves to smell, and kept planting those greens, one day they will bloom to reclaim Narnia to its rightful occupants.


Though this is the second story I wrote on this prompt – I choose to post it first ! This is for Friday Fictioneers– hosted by Rochelle !

For rest of this week’s stories follow the froggy link below:

The Rising : Friday Fictioneers – 27 June 14

Copyright-Madison Woods

Copyright-Madison Woods

A worried Mr. Trembletrip asks his wife “Where is that troublemaker Snippy? Time to pack and move”

“Oh dear!  Must be with his friends. But why move?”

“Those two-leggers are too close; their dragon-houses are heating up the forest. Too much smoke – too little water.”

“But where will we go?”

“Dunno! The council is arranging the migration.”

“Can’t we call the Sentinel Trees?”

“How? We lost the ‘Horn of Life’ long back.”


Hiding high on one of the sleeping sentinel trees, Snippy steps back and trips on something shaped like an old horn.


The forest echoes with a booming sound. The Sentinel Trees starts stretching their limbs after centuries of sleep.


Written for Friday Fictioneers – hosted by the great Rochelle. One more rerun that I haven’t tried on the first run.

Check the other fictioneers here:

Sao Feng’s Treasure : Friday Fictioneers – 28 March 2014

Copyright-John Nixon

“Perfect Josh, hold it still.”

“Pete, you were right!” Sean screamed. “Two mirrored staffs in the mangrove; Jack Sparrow’s map was right; they point there on sea.”

“Sao Feng’s treasure” Josh could barely hold his excitement. “Dive Pete, find what’s below! We have beaten ‘Curse of Calypso’.”

“Yup! All alive and about to be rich”, Pete screamed and ran to take the dive.

After an agonizing wait – Pete came up, Sao Feng’s gold dagger in his fist.

“Sean, where’s Josh?”

“Dunno Pete, my eyes were fixed on the pointer. Josh was behind!” Sean’s voice trembled.

Calypso? Or 2 shares are better than…


100 word Flash Fiction written for Friday Fictioneers challenge dated 28 March 2014. It’s a weekly challenge organized by Rochelle Wisoff.

You can see the other Fictioneer’s take from the froggy link below –


Ripudaman : Story Competition

Wrote this for the story competition at work, then was asked to be the judge ! So the story went out of contest.. hence posting it here:


The thinnest hand of the clock kept moving smoothly across the glazed white surface of the clock oh his desk.  Ripudaman was lost in watching it – the motion seemed slowing down. He was sitting on his desk, just completing the assignment he needs to submit to Madam Bapat tomorrow. Its done and he can rush off to Surnagini’s birthday bash as soon as the clock strikes 8 PM. And he remembered the strange vision he had a couple of days back, and it started happening again. The second hand of the clock started slowing down, the world around him started to vibrate and shimmer as if resonating with some supernatural music; and he started seeing the same scene being played in front of him again.

His trance broke with the sudden loud noise of the breaking news coming from the TV his dad was watching in the other room. Observers from NASA have confirmed that there is now just a faint chance of the rogue asteroid hitting earth. But now Ripudaman knew what does repeated scenes he saw meant. He knew that the asteroid is definitely going to hit. The explosion of a thousand Hiroshima obliterating all life on earth, taking them back to prehistoric era of killer fishes roaming the oceans.

His mobile rang – its time, and he ran off to the party, dancing his way to oblivion; forgetting all about the asteroid, explosion and his visions. He was totally sloshed, and was seeing pink elephants while walking back home. And then it came back – the faint vibration, the resonance and this time a glowing haze in the sky. The asteroid has turned and coming hurtling towards earth, while its inhabitants slept. The resonance kept increasing– till all his cells were vibrating to the tune; a surge of energy and his vision tunneled into a hundred different paths. Each ending with a nuke at its end located at a different part of the world. He just knew what do be done. He just needs to will. Like an Iron trap catching those nukes, he pulled them in, at the speed of thought. They appeared around him as the tunnels merged into a different path – looking straight towards the asteroid – the nukes flew. It was an untimely Diwali, as people came out to see the divine blessing that saved the earth, not knowing about the unknown hero – Ripudaman.