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
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
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
Sue woke early to the rustle of paws on the tiles, a clear sign the cats prowled the kitchen. Maynerd, the long-haired tabby perched on the windowsill, surveyed his imaginary kingdom. Toffee and Piper tangled on the floor, pawing a loose corner of the old rug. She threw on her robe, stuffed her feet into … Continue reading The Zucchini Incident
The dagger was all too real. Talya’s fingers hovered a breath above the obsidian blade resting on the velvet-lined pedestal; its edge shimmered beneath the flickering lamplight like oil on water. Magic hummed through the room like the buzz of insects—low, invisible, suffocating. She never nicked nothing like this before. Now, she wasn’t sure she … Continue reading Ashes and Echoes
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
“If you only hear one side of the story, you have no understanding at all.” ~Chinua Achebe Nigerian novelist, poet, and critic Chinua Achebe was born on this day in 1930.
A piece of my scattered mind.
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