Jenna Eatough – Page 14 – Mist Glen Moon

Preparation Confusion

Ollie leaned against the wall watching as Josephine Maria Ziegler tipped the contents on the floor. “Ya ain’t disproving my point.” So much for her hopes that the woman could manage the rest of the trip in peace. A cog rolled across the length of the strider and bounced off Ollie’s boot.

At the Edge

“Run.” Lula spoke the word softly, expectantly. I glanced sideways. Her eyes were locked ahead and she gave every appearance of being statue still.

Shaking out the Dragons

For those of you who haven’t been paying attention (and tsk for that), this year saw the Writers and Illustrators of the Future Gala return to its familiar time in April of 2022. This year also saw my dragons taking to the road to see the event in person again. They might have been a tad excited, but don’t worry I wrangled them out of the driver’s seat. Thus, dragons corralled we headed off to California to see everything old and new.

A Drop of Blood

Pricking her finger, the knife stung. Blood welled about the blade. Snapping her teeth together, Eswild hissed at the expected pain.

Doesn’t Have to Be

“It doesn’t always have to be you.”

The words echoed inside Ahuva Strong. The equipment’s hum couldn’t drown out Rayan’s accusation. Ahuva stared at the metal wall, until the cycle completed and flash forced them closed.

Word Prompt: I have never died even once

The Last Horn

Sige stood at the threshold voices washing over her. Here war lay behind, but they’d found new battles. Those of boasts and clashing bodies. Sige scoffed. Her hand moved to her belt sliding down at the missing hilt.

Jenna Eatough's 8th Anniversary Blog Post

At Arrow’s Point

Flat. Flat. Flat.

The planes extended in every direction about Erieri. The planes of time, unending and never changing. At least that is what those without attention thought. In truth they constantly changed.