Jenna Eatough – Page 2 – Mist Glen Moon

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: She turned in the research paper

The Data Should Win

Something was wrong. She felt it the instant she swung open the door to the metaphysics department. The normal crowd bustled about inside the room. Mostly grad students hoping for an early response on their papers. However, they had fallen atypically silent when she entered. Sharon swallowed and strode into the room.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: With the high wind warning

Raven Squad

Raven Squad was caught off guard by the high wind warning. Still, Konst’s squad reacted quickly, exchanging glances over the mess table and on their feet. They ran for the hangar. The high wind warning had come out of nowhere, but they would meet it.

She’ll Hate It

Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction. Demisa stared at her daughter. Had Dierdre truly just proclaimed her desire to leave this life behind? Did she truly wish to journey to Brashavn and join the guild? No, she couldn’t. Demisa turned away, pinching her forehead between thumb and…

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: Sweet words work better than fierce

More than Sweet Words

“What do you think you’re doing?” Belinda’s shrill voice cut over Donnan. Clenching his teeth, he bit back his irritation and turned toward the woman. She rushed him, flapping her skirts. “Don’t you know sweet words work better than fierce?” She placed herself between Donnan and his latest charge.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: One Day it Would All Make Sense

In the Guards’ Wake

Roberta stood in the middle of chaos, feeling nothing and everything. Her body screamed, wanting to react viscerally, but her mind couldn’t grasp enough to react. The stalls from the market lay splintered. Fruit, cloth, and trinkets all lay liberally mixed together.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: He dangled from the rope

A Wednesday

Dangling from the rope, Robert pondered how he’d gotten into this predicament. He didn’t like heights. He didn’t even enjoy the four stairs to his rowhouse stoop. Yet, he there he was, clinging to a rope off from the tower.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: You can hear no one caring

Sound of Caring

The hall was a riot of conversation. The lecture’s attendees had splintered off into different groupings, each discussing their subjects with all bearing but one trait in common. None of them paid any heed to the man at the podium.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: As he entered the church

The Godling Flame

Donville moved with trepidation as he entered the church. His eyes darted about, scanning the choir stalls and sanctuary above. Empty. He’d have found a mob more comforting than this silence.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: They desperately needed another

Disagreeable Men

Elijah Durham inclined his head. “Ollie,” he said as casual as if meeting a long friend in a saloon. Not like a man ready to kill them all in an instant. If he’d thought the lack of title would prick her, he was mistaken. Ollie didn’t give a scrap for the things.

Author Jenna Eatough's Flash Fiction Story from writing prompt: A song can make or ruin a person's day

Song’s Ruin

Wringing her hands, Castilla glowered at the locked door. The thick walls and equally dense casting prevented her from hearing anything within. She didn’t appreciate being shut out. Not with her husband, a songstress, and her boy within.

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