Emma was only off the main trail for two minutes before she was lost. For a few minutes more, she didn't really care. She sang along to Imagine Dragons under her breath, considering the lyrics. She wasn't sure why she liked love songs so much when she'd never been in love. Once the song ended, … Continue reading The Spirit of the Forest
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The Sound of the Mournful Flute
Prompt: Write about two characters who each want to change the same thing, but resolve to go about it in very different ways. People kept to themselves in the Living Forest. There were legends that long ago, the trees used to pass messages freely from town to town without anyone having to get on horseback, … Continue reading The Sound of the Mournful Flute
The Lightspeed of Thought
Prompt: Write a story that takes place across ten seconds. “Where are you taking me?” Esmerelda glared at the smiling man standing above her with his hands deep in the pockets of his gilded red coat. The sight of such outdated Earth fashion in space would have been humorous under normal circumstances, but the cold … Continue reading The Lightspeed of Thought
Moths and Butterflies
Penned using my brand new Rocketbook, which I’ll be talking about in a post later this week!
Writeober Day 31: Mask
The mask was the only thing keeping Erix alive. Not only did it hide his face from prying eyes, but it kept him oxygenated in an environment that was rife with carbon dioxide. The atmosphere might have been ideal for an Ov’ok, but to a human like him, it was deadly. Erix stood on the … Continue reading Writeober Day 31: Mask
Writeober Day 30: Tedious
Sara and James stopped as they came to a wide bridge that passed over the Jumatan River. It wasn’t a spoken decision, but they both knew what was waiting for them under the bridge. James took his sister’s hand. “We might as well get it over with,” he said, trying to be the brave one. … Continue reading Writeober Day 30: Tedious
Writeober Day 29: Stormy Days
Victoria pulled her blinds open, expecting early morning sunlight to filter in and wake her up. It didn’t. Instead, the sky was covered in a thick spread of grey clouds. It looked as dark as the earliest hours of the morning, and yet it was nine o’clock. Victoria grinned. Her plans for the day changed … Continue reading Writeober Day 29: Stormy Days
Writeober Day 28: “Do I have to do everything here?”
It was hopeless. The Drin were closing in on them. Selene could hear their tiny feet creeping over the soft earth. She drew her sword, holding her breath as she listened. “Twenty?” Magnus whispered, his back pressed up against hers. “More.” “How do they know we took the Shapeshifter’s Slab?” “Does it matter?” Selene hissed. … Continue reading Writeober Day 28: “Do I have to do everything here?”
Writeober Day 27: Crows
“Hey!” Adam snatched the bag of pumpkin seeds from Eli. “It’s my turn!” In fact, six-year-old Adam knew very well it wasn’t his turn, but he wanted the crows to flock around him again. Now they were surrounding Eli and he was feeling rather ignored. Knowing that Eli would soon steal the bag back from … Continue reading Writeober Day 27: Crows
Writeober Day 26: Campfire
Dale finished up a song with a flourish, strumming his guitar so violently that the pick nearly flew out of his hand. The group around the campfire clapped, some laughing at Rod’s terrible and boisterous singing. A folk song was suggested and Dale fiddled with the placement of his capo, trying to find the easiest … Continue reading Writeober Day 26: Campfire
