“And that’s how Gryffin came to be proprietor of Gryffin’s Garrett?” “Yep. He traveled with the Nemesis until he was hit in the knee with an arrow. They were near the western foothills of the Dragon’s Tail Range when they were ambushed by bandits.” “‘An arrow to the knee,’ how original.” Bert grins. “Meegan told … Continue reading Meegan: Mud Season
Qilynn Starpath was one of the many great-great-granddaughters of Titania, Summer Queen of the Feywild. And the only one to have not inherited the gift of sorcery. To her knowledge, Great-Great-GrandMama never knew about her. Her grandfather, Qinlamin, was not fully fey, his blood was only part-fey. Oh, he was a sorcerer of some repute, … Continue reading Qilynn of the Feywild
Dani stepped off the bus, backpack straps cutting into her shoulders. Did’ja have’ta pack it so full, Ma? The ten-year-old wriggled her back and arms, trying to ease the pressure. She switched the suitcase from one hand to the other. “Dani Beck?” asked a young woman, who came up and took the bag in her … Continue reading First Day of Camp
This is ridiculous, thought Dani as she stood at the bow of the captain’s motorized whaleboat. The young sailor had heard of the pranks some shipmates often pulled on newer crew members. It was one of many “sea stories” she’d heard since entering boot camp more than a year ago. She carried the gear she … Continue reading Sea Stories
(C) 2020, JJ Shaun “I’ll go,” says Mac. “I’ve been giving my main man, Roland, some thought. Like many adventurers, he has a tragic background.” He throws his hand dramatically to his forehead as he says this. “Do tell.” “Well, he started life looking for gems. He searched for gemstones for his family deep in … Continue reading Roland Firestone: The Last of His Clan
I wrote this story in response to a writing prompt on a site I frequent. The goal is to write an original story in 24 hours. The prompt was to write a 1000 word story using five words (blue, green, noise, quiet, peace) and 'Nature' as the genre. I came up with this. The noise … Continue reading Escape
It had been a year since her mom passed. Geri finally had the courage to face the stack of letters her mother had kept hidden in a shoebox in her closet. She’d found the box when the family moved her mother from her home of forty years into a nursing facility. Her mother had written … Continue reading Love Letter
“Hey, Stevie!” says Bert as he enters The Jaunty Mug coffee shop. Thursday night rolls around again, and I look forward to this group of youngsters as they trickle into the cafe. It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen them. Aislynn, the group’s healer, was not present the last time they were here … Continue reading The Shortest Day
Ashja stood on the pier, marveling at the sight before her. This city was nothing like she had ever seen in her life. It was so very different from the city at the edge of the desert near which she had grown. But then, she had seen a lot of strange things in the last … Continue reading The City of Caer Vernalan
Gods, I hate the cold. Ashlee lay with the blanket tucked up tight around her neck, the top of her head the only part visible, not wanting to get out of the warm bed. She heard Tori moving around in the kitchen and hoped she’d laid a fire to warm the house. Ashlee threw the … Continue reading Storms
A piece of my scattered mind.
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