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
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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
Writeober Day 25: Sharp
In a country, near a village, in a tiny wood, there was a tree. It was surrounded by many of its own kind, but this one tree in particular was special. As the village grew and the people tried to expand the road and construct more buildings, they cut down the edges of the wood … Continue reading Writeober Day 25: Sharp
Writeober Day 24: Rain
It was a day that could only be described as miraculous. After months of starvation and drought, the clouds finally gathered and the rains poured down. The earth greedily soaked up the provision from heaven itself. The naiads and dryads that had shrivelled up along with the rivers and trees suddenly sprang back to life, … Continue reading Writeober Day 24: Rain
Writeober Day 23: Space
Electra has watched age after age of the universe pass by. It’s difficult to compare her life to ours because her surroundings and experiences are so entirely different. She doesn’t know what a home is, or what a tree looks like. She’s never seen water. And in contrast, we don’t understand complete and utter silence … Continue reading Writeober Day 23: Space
Writeober Day 22: Beautiful
It can’t be seen, but it’s there, always. It manifests itself in different ways, but no matter what it looks like, it’s beautiful. Sometimes it’s a hug or a hand to hold. It can be a gentle word or a song. It can even be a good deed or just a simple thought. The world … Continue reading Writeober Day 22: Beautiful
E.J. Robison 