Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. My arms scrapped across the ground as an arrow twanging above me. I shoved myself back up, stumbling into a run. “You’ve been chasing for two weeks already. Let it…
A Sign
Javi leaned against his staff. He was at a crossroads still the signs refused to speak. Thumping his staff, dust plumed again drifting nowhere. Figured.
Certainty
Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. A cool cloth pressed against Ilynn’s wound. She jerked away, fingers flexing for her missing hilt. “Come,” he said. “Why censure my aid?” “Your price’s too high.” She backed further…
Silken Strands
April is National Poetry Month and this is the final week. I’ve been posted a poem once a week this month and it’s time for the final entry… or is it the end? This week’s entry is called “Silken Strands.” How strong is your will?
Patience
Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write as part of a group based on the same short prompt and post them. Here’s my contribution. At last. She straightened as Chid appeared from within the Copper Shield. He paused looking behind, blast him. Hadn’t he wasted enough time? At least the fool turned back .…
Dragon Scales
April is National Poetry Month! I love poetry and want to celebrate the month so I'll be posting a poem on my blog at least once a week this month and perhaps beyond. This week's entry is called “Dragon Scales.” What are they worth to you?
Lurid Pink Sparkles
“What do you mean he's escaped? Find him!” Grinning, I squelched further into the moat’s shadows tucking away the amulet.
Gift to the Depths
April is National Poetry Month! I love poetry and want to celebrate the month so I'll be posting a poem on my blog at least once a week this month and perhaps beyond. Here is this week's entry “Gift to the Depths.” What would you send?
Writers and Dragons
The road to Writers of the Future (WotF) for me this year was . . . an actual road. Or was it? This was my third year getting to attend the Writers of the Future Awards ceremony. The first two years I’ve learned they are constantly growing and expanding the experience, so during my drive…
Haphazard Wings
Hands shaking, Roarke grabbed the decanter. His head jerked as a crash sounded elsewhere. Silence followed.
Good.