Ashren Entarri trekked through the Sylvan Wood for hours, her worn boots tramping over the damp earth, her cloak a ragged scrap of mossy green wool. The sun had long since slipped over the horizon, leaving the twilight to stretch like a shadow across the forest floor. She didn’t mind the darkness; it had always … Continue reading Forgotten Echoes
Noxport, city of shadows, where the salt-stained air whispered of trade and treachery. Ships docked at the ancient piers, sails heavy with the weight of fortune. The city itself bent beneath the sway of those who lived by the murky currents of the port. It was a place where secrets hid in the folds of … Continue reading Evidence
Jenn’s fingers trembled as she wrung the cloth between her hands. The water’s chill seeped into her bones, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver. It was the silence, a quiet that stretched across this corner of Reevendale like a spider’s web, every thread laced with tension. The Gilded Chain hall was just … Continue reading Silent Waters
History classes in the United States teach that the first Thanksgiving was celebrated as one of the successful harvests early English settlers had with the help of the Wampanoag people in the early seventeenth century, during one of the peaceful moments between the two groups. Though its origins come from that 1621 shared harvest feast, … Continue reading Season of Gratitude
Once more, my prompt came from writing.com. Write a story or poem in which a mountain village wakes up to find that overnight, the season's first snow has fallen in strange, perfect shapes — spirals, symbols, and patterns no one can explain. A child claims the snow is trying to tell them something. What happens? … Continue reading First Snow
Once more, I delved into my Story Engine cards. This time, I drew cards that led to a scoundrel who wants to get revenge using a complex forgery, but he’ll have to keep a promise he’s been avoiding. Gavyn Voss never ignored a grudge, especially one as personal as the one between himself and Lord … Continue reading Ink of Vengeance
Being a substitute contest judge on writing.com, this year, I had the privilege of picking a story for Halloween. This is the prompt I chose:Write a supernatural short story centered on the blurring of worlds during Samhain (All Hallows’ Eve)Since I’m not allowed to write a story for my prompt, I wanted to write one … Continue reading The Hallow Between
First Reader and I spent the last couple of weeks on the road. We traveled to Central California to attend my 😳 50th high school reunion. Because I prefer to drive across our beautiful country, we packed the car, picked up a friend (and former classmate) on the way out of Colorado, and hit the … Continue reading Revisiting the Past
It’s been five years since the Cameron Peak Fire ravaged our neighborhood and stole our home. Barely half of us who lost homes have rebuilt. Some decided it wasn’t worth it or they were too old to start over rebuilding in a wildfire zone, so they moved. A few survivors sold their properties and left … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream: Five Years Later
Here is another story I wrote for a writing contest. This time, I needed to use these phrases in the story: a dog barked; the salt was tipped over; an empty bird feeder; sound of wind chimes; the mailbox was full. The sound of wind chimes caught my ear as I passed by the old … Continue reading The Old House
A piece of my scattered mind.
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