Now that I’ve made time to write and post more short stories, I’d like to open up an opportunity to all of my readers! Though I have some story prompts and ideas lined up, I want to ask you what you’d like me to write! Do you have a prompt you want me to write … Continue reading Prompts Are Open!
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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
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
Writeober Day 21: “This, this makes it all worth it.”
Despite the life-threatening situation, I cheered. I hadn’t thought I’d get this far. I hadn’t even thought I’d escape the station alive. I’d put every single hope on this, and somehow, it was paying off. I was nearly jostled out of my seat by a forceful blast and I reminded isles that I was in … Continue reading Writeober Day 21: “This, this makes it all worth it.”
Writeober Day 20: Monster
Monsters come in many shapes and sizes. Some may be obvious from their outward appearance, while the monstrous qualities of another may lie entirely on the inside. This is why monster hunting was a difficult job for Arthur Peer. If he captured someone who looked or acted like a monster and they ended up not … Continue reading Writeober Day 20: Monster
Writeober Day 19: Wind
I am unlimited. I have no shape or form. I move about as I please, slave to no man’s will. I wear many faces, perform many functions. I am fear. I am comfort. I am the voice of the one who made me. I am stillness. I am rage. I am the heart of the … Continue reading Writeober Day 19: Wind
E.J. Robison 