I wrote this story in response to a daily prompt on writing.com. The prompt for the day was to use the following words: a single sock, coffee, merging, dinner, and friends in a 1000-word story or poem. This was what I came up with. Julia sat at the kitchen table, fingers tracing ridges on the … Continue reading Possibilities
The group gathered in the common room to break their fast just as the fourth bell resounded throughout the city. It was simple fare—fried eggs, potato, and meat, wrapped in a grilled flatbread that Ashja had wolfed down in many port towns—but it stuck with her until the midday meal. As she drank down the … Continue reading The Disappearing Acolyte
Once more, I've delved into my Story Engine cards for a prompt. An impulsive wizard wants to create a portal, but must leave the familiar behind and face the unknown. Ashten had always trusted motion more than thought. When doubt gathered like fog in his skull, he moved—hands busy, feet restless, magic already flaring before … Continue reading Into the Unknown
I wrote this story in response to a daily prompt on writing.com. The prompt for the day was to use the following words in a 1000-word story or poem: a single sock, coffee, merging, dinner, friends. This is the story I came up with. Emma stood in the middle of her living room, a single … Continue reading New Beginnings
The sun dawned over the elven city of Rithraunen, creating streaks of light across the ivy-covered spires pointing towards the sky. A pleasant breeze stirred the trees lining the edge of the city’s central square, where a group of elves had gathered in anticipation. This day began the project to build a revolutionary device to … Continue reading Gears of Time
Ashren Entarri trekked through the Sylvan Wood for hours, her worn boots tramping over the damp earth, her cloak a ragged scrap of mossy green wool. The sun had long since slipped over the horizon, leaving the twilight to stretch like a shadow across the forest floor. She didn’t mind the darkness; it had always … Continue reading Forgotten Echoes
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
Here is another story I wrote for a writing contest. This time, I needed to use these phrases in the story: a dog barked; the salt was tipped over; an empty bird feeder; sound of wind chimes; the mailbox was full. The sound of wind chimes caught my ear as I passed by the old … Continue reading The Old House
Here’s a story to start the month of October out right. What’s really out in the woods? The moon hung low over Dragonsford, casting an eerie pewter glow over the narrow streets and crooked houses. In the woods beyond the village, a presence stirred. A cold and unrelenting wind whispered through the trees, carrying with … Continue reading Whispers on the Wind
Kimimela Birdsong looked up at the caves carved into the sandstone formations. Her tribe called these formations “Dreaming Caves.” Legends told of shamans who went on vision quests in these shallow caverns. As part of her thesis, she needed to explore the niches to discover the archaeological significance of this location. She knew other students … Continue reading The Dreaming Caves
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