Microfiction challenge Freedom: the entries

The Repin painting inspired a lot of fun fantasy romps this week, all with a slightly different, original twist. I enjoyed reading them all, and I recommend you read and comment on the stories too. They’re well worth it 🙂

I won’t leave any more comments on this round up as there are quite a lot of entries this week, and I am still under the influence of a sleeping pill—watch out for typos.

Look in tomorrow for another prompt. Now, to look out an inspiring image 🙂


Lady Lee

Microfiction challenge #15: Freedom – ladyleemanila


Microfiction for Jane Dougherty – What Freedom! | fmme writes poems


Microfiction challenge #15: Freedom | Morpethroad


Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge: Iska, Leon & freedom – Phylor’s Blog


Freedom: Microfiction | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings




Jane Dougherty’ Microfiction Challenge: The Freedom of Rybka – Word Shamble


The Experimental lexicographer #microfiction #shortstory | TanGental


Microfiction Challenge 15: Freedom | Only 100 Words



Pensitivity—sorry I don’t have a ‘real’ name 🙂

Microfiction Challenge | pensitivity101


The Blind Date – Leara writes and other creative things…


https://HaddonMusings.com/2016/09/29/A VISIT TO THE BEACH – Microfiction challenge #15: Freedom/


Seasoning – Part Twelve | like mercury colliding…

Bill (I’m putting this at the end because of the phantom white space that follows the link)

To Dance in the Sea

The Procession: Part three

The final 100 words from me (I think) on Repin’s strange painting


When the last of the ill-fated courtiers disappeared into the gloom, and the laughter of the merfolk had faded into a mirthless gurgle, she picked her way carefully across the deck. Broken spars and tangled traps of rigging barred her way but she leapt, floated, glided, following the dogfish along the ocean’s uncharted paths. Mile upon mile of phantom fish and shimmering shoals, she passed, cliffs of green rock, forests of gently waving fronds, and piles of monumental coral, before she heard the song of his wandering soul, and the dark ocean leapt with the brilliant light of lovers reunited.