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
I write a lot of character sketches trying to find the characters that intrigue me the most. Here's one I wrote a few years ago about an unlikely adventurer. I hope you like it. Sister Lorielei Alterian stalked the hallways of the dormitory, fuming after the meeting with the Patriarch. She’d been expecting a meeting … Continue reading Lorielei: Ready or Not
This story is a continuation of The Legend of the Dreamstalker. The journey to Nabar delighted Stalker. She traveled through a world filled with colors, smells, and sounds she never thought possible. Birdsong reminded her of the whistles and pipes the tribal shamans played on ritual days. The clop of horses’ hooves became the heartbeat … Continue reading The Road to Nabar
I frequently turn to a site that offers daily writing contests—writing.com. I wrote this story according to the following prompt: Write a Thriller/Suspense story (or poem) about a fortune teller who comes to a small village and changes things forever. The morning began as usual in Briarward, a sleepy village tucked in the folds of … Continue reading The Oracle
Rain slicked the stones of the path like old glass, turning it into a treacherous trail toward the Frost Tower. Lash moved with practiced ease, boots steady on the slick surface. She’d tracked the horned beasts across frozen ridges and slept in hollow trees to escape the cold bite of death. But today, she wasn’t … Continue reading The Frost Tower
A cool wind sweeps through the ancient forest, rustling the leaves of the towering oaks, whispering secrets in the oldest of languages. The trees stand like silent sentinels, branches heavy with the weight of centuries, roots reaching deep in the earth. To those who know the woods, as does Mu’Yan, it is home, a vast, … Continue reading Mu’Yan: The Lost Child
The ship descended like a tear from the sky, green fire trailing behind as it tore through the Earth’s upper atmosphere. For a full thirty seconds, it lit up the evening sky over Colorado—a falling star too large, too slow, too deliberate. Then came the sound, rolling like thunder across the eastern plains. It hit … Continue reading The Green of the Elvar
Adrah had never felt truly at home in the village, where people called her “Wanderer,” though no one knew exactly where she’d wandered from. They whispered as she passed, casting quick glances at her face, hoping to glimpse whatever secrets she carried. She’d grown used to their stares, but it was the mirror that made … Continue reading Reflections
The sun rose early over the Dragonspine Mountains, casting its golden light across the forested valleys below. Birds screamed, warnings piercing the trees. Dry wind twisted through the cedars. The sky stretched cloudless. At the edge of the old world, Artin stood barefoot in the dewy grass, staring at the horizon where darkness should have … Continue reading The Longest Day
Smoke curled from the vendor stalls, thick with the of charred meat and burned spices. The market pulsed with activity—flickering hands, quick bargains, laughter too sharp and sudden. Beneath it all, beat a different rhythm. It was the beat of watching eyes. Of footsteps that didn’t belong. Kael crouched behind a stack of dried reeds, … Continue reading Don’t Look Now
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