Today’s offering marks my 2000th blog post since I began this journey in June 2016. A lot has happened in the interim. At the time I opened the door into my imagination, I worked as a Technical Writer on the bleeding edge of technology. I also knew I was on the proverbial bubble when our … Continue reading Milestones
Dyann stood staring at the vast expanse of grass stretching before her. The sun had risen enough to melt the lingering frost from the grass. The air had that crisp, almost electric quality only spring mornings brought. With hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets, her breath fogged the air as she tried to clear … Continue reading Go Fly A Kite
(C) 2025, JJ Shaun On Wednesday, February 5, 2025, my partner and I trekked down to Denver to take part in a protest against the actions and policies of the new American government. The 2025 Day Without Immigrants was brought about by grassroots organizers to show The Powers That Be (TPTB™) that real Americans are … Continue reading Standing Up For America
Biscuit arrived at the door first, sitting patiently on the stoop, tail tapping the ground. Lyryk caught up to him, catching her breath as she raised her hand to knock. Before she had the chance, the door swung open. An old woman with silver hair and kind eyes stood before them. “You look like you … Continue reading Lyryk’s Song, Part Two
Frigid wind howled through the twisted trees of the southern Dragonspine Mountains. Its icy claws ripped at anything daring to venture into its depths. An unbroken gray sky cast the world in muted light. Deep, powdery snow covered the path. Lyryk Starsong tramped through the drifts, leaving an unbroken path behind her. Wrapped in a … Continue reading Lyryk’s Song, Part One
Kithleigh Nightmane had always been small, even for a halfling, but she’d learned to use her small size to her advantage. Her quick hands and sharp wit had always been a source of pride—though she rarely showed it. In the village of Oxbow Landing, where every stone had a tale and every tale a shadow … Continue reading Running from the Past
Alyssia crouched in a bramble patch, her cloak blending with the shadows. The wind carried the scent of pine and damp earth, but a far more interesting scene compelled her attention. Silvery moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting an eerie glow across the clearing. She shouldn’t be here. The Council of Elders had warned … Continue reading The Ritual
Qilynn led Tumorgi and Kharys through the streets, following the captain’s directions. Guards at the gate of the Baron’s manor house welcomed them to the compound. They invited the group to help themselves to the refreshment table while they waited for the baron. Tumorgi took a plate, trying to follow Qilynn’s lead on sampling the … Continue reading Qilynn: Meeting Baron Wildhurst
I wrote this story some time ago. This seems very much like a prologue to something much bigger and I'd hoped the rest of it would make itself known, but no such luck. Yet. It's always a possibility when a character like Gericko appears, they have a greater purpose. I'm still learning about this one. … Continue reading Gericko
They arrived before noon, unloading bags of ingredients. Flour, sugar (granulated, powdered, and brown), eggs, and the rest of what they’d need to bake the day away materialized in Grandma’s kitchen. Grandma had the brownies cooling on the counter when they got there. And she’d rearranged. She had room on all the counters, tables, and … Continue reading Christmas Cookies
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