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
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
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
Qilynn soaked in the hot water as long as she dared before stepping out and wrapping herself in a luxurious robe. Padding into the bedroom, she saw the chambermaid had left a clean gown on the bed. No sooner had she realized she had no lady’s maid to help her dress than a light knock … Continue reading Qilynn: Dinner and Requests
Deep in the mountains, tucked away in a hidden valley, a council of animals convened beneath an ancient oak. The tree, with its massive roots reaching into the earth, had witnessed the most peculiar gatherings. Members of this council were not the usual inhabitants of the forest; no, these were the wisest of creatures. Chosen … Continue reading The Council of Beasts
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
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
“NO!” Zola kicked and screamed as Headman Bearleader and his guard dragged her out of the camp. “I won’t go!” She leaned down and bit the guard on the forearm, breaking the skin, the blood coppery on her tongue. Headman Bearleader cuffed her ears, hard. Stars sparkled her vision, her head rang with the blows. … Continue reading Dreamstalker
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
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
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