Once more, First Reader and I are on Fire Watch. As of last Monday (7/29/24), yet another wildfire threatens our region (the Alexander Mountain fire). In fact, the state incident management folks currently report more than a dozen such fires. Despite (or maybe because of?) the recent thunderstorms that produced little in the way of … Continue reading Here We Go Again
Ashja went down to the common room to break her fast. She sat at the same table she had shared with Morhirr and Fynnwyn the day before, only this time, her back was to the wall. She had a fairly good view of the common room. She thought about what she should do this day. … Continue reading Ashja: The Cloth Merchant’s Debt
Maus Tallpine grew up in the village of Neeth Serine. The elves of the Neeth had existed peacefully for millennia. The clan took care of the forests to prevent the spread of disease and maintain a balanced predator population. Until the land of their ancestors became a battleground between the high elves and the humans, … Continue reading Maus Tallpine
Airne found the butcher in Ardimon, but it wasn’t the same man she remembered. This man was older than Sedge’s son but nowhere near as old as Sedge. “I don’t see Sedge,” she said when she entered the shop. “Ach, nae,” he said. “Ol’ Sedge don’ passed it along t’ me when ‘is boy, Simon, … Continue reading Airne’s Return, Part 3
The farm was, indeed, abandoned, and had been for some time. Years, if the signs of general disrepair were to be believed. The barn door lying on the ground was among the signs the family no longer lived here. Airne thought back to just before she’d left. Mikiel had run the farm since Pa died, … Continue reading Airne’s Return, Part 2
Airne stood at the prow as the ship cut through the water. She was finally returning to her home island of Trivent, in the Dragon’s Claw Archipelago. “Nervous?” asked Evie. “No.” A moment later she said, “yes. Maybe.” “I would be,” said the young elf. “There’s nothing for me there, you know. I don’t know … Continue reading Airne’s Return
“Kyreah!” screeched Jarla, stalking toward where Lyryk had spread her bedroll. She rolled out of the way of the kick meant to wake her. “My name is ‘Lyryk,’” she said, ducking the hand that shot out to box her ear. The woman discovered early on how sensitive her ears were to a slap or pinch. … Continue reading Running To Freedom
Tomas huddled just behind the driver’s box, at the front of the wagon bed. The thin cloth of the rags draped across his thin frame did nothing to keep the chill at bay. He was on his way into yet another unnamed village with his “uncle” to sell their ill-gotten gains. Villagers never asked where … Continue reading Tomas
I wrote my novel during National Novel Writing Month in 2022. Then, I spent the next two-plus years futzing around with the manuscript until I got it as polished as I thought I could get it. At the beginning of May, I reached out to an editor who came highly recommended by a family member. … Continue reading Moving Forward
Thursday rolls around once more and my favorite role-playing group once more gathers for their weekly session. Bert arrives first, as usual, followed by the rest of the gang. “So, who’s got a story?” asks Bert. Julie opens her notebook to a page filled with writing. “I do,” she says. *** Skrie crouched on the … Continue reading Skrie: Gathering Information
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