Once more, I reached back into my story files. The prompt for this story was:Write a story or poem about someone who discovers that there's actually a message in the radio emissions from the sun's surface. What does that message say, and what's the reaction to this discovery? Dr. Helen Adler had spent her entire … Continue reading Message in a Waveform
This story is based on a real-life experience I had back in the day. Geri grabbed my hand as the flight from Houston to New Orleans lost power. The silence of the engines brought shivers of gooseflesh, raising the hair on my arms. The airplane stopped climbing. I squeezed her hand back, trying to reassure … Continue reading Mo’Betta Gumbo
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
Here is another old story. The prompt for this story was to write about an elevator malfunction. The elevator doors slid shut with a soft hiss, the hum of the motor vibrating in the walls. Dr. Nathaniel Graves stood at the back, his gaze fixed on the floor. His eyes, normally sharp and observant, seemed … Continue reading The Silent Complaint
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
I have a small set of Story Engine cards I picked up at a Free RPG Day a couple of years ago. From time to time, I use them to help prompt a story. For this offering, I drew up “a model wants to gain freedom from a seductive poison, but it means giving up … Continue reading Canceled
I often write to prompts offered on writing.com. Some time ago, a different type appeared, and I sat on it. Being a “ruminator”, some prompts take a while to mature. This was one such story. At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday. I … Continue reading Expired!
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
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
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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