Author Note: This past week was hard. It is a special kind of torture, working so hard to maintain shelves that just won't keep food on them, all the while dealing with people being people. I spent a lot of time decompressing and reading and no time writing. And I discovered that, not making time … Continue reading Writing Challenge Quarantine edition no 9
We're stuck at home. If we're not stuck at home, we're working because we need to, because we're needed for society to have something to come back to. Either way, we're stressed out, and we need escape. Here's a story. It's not perfect. It's not Great Art. But it's something that isn't this … Continue reading Secret of Blood [Free short story!]
She’d protected me when the giants had tracked her down and promised to kill me. She’d protected me from Graklen when the brownie had decided I was infringing upon her territory, and she’d made Graklen an ally. She’d made her car an ally. She’d made her home an ally. She was a monster, terribly and … Continue reading Writing Challenge: Quarantine edition no 8
. . . . or, as it seems to be shaping up, mini-installment of the story I'm sharing for free, part the next. I wiggled the fingers on the hand of the arm that the cottage had held, just to be sure I still could. “It is time. This way.” Graklen and Enella walked shoulder … Continue reading Writing Challenge: Quarantine Edition No 7
The smoke thickened until it was a dark, dense cloud of navy blue, hovering in the air. Fine tendrils radiated out from the bottom, as if reaching for something to latch on to. If my back hadn’t still been against the wall, I would have backed up further. “That’s enough, Graklen.” Enella need not have … Continue reading Writing Challenge: Quarantine Edition No 6
Enella wrapped her iron grip around my forearm and pulled me to my feet. Whatever heaviness had dropped me dissipated, as if my body didn’t dare resist her. She wanted me on my feet, so on my feet I would be. I didn’t even wobble, which was impressive, because I couldn’t actually feel my feet. … Continue reading Writing Challenge Quarantine Edition No 5?
“Ah, good. Stacie. Thank you for coming.” She said the words as if it wasn’t the middle of the night, I wasn’t in my pajamas, and she wasn’t wielding a wicked looking dagger in my direction. Brownie released my hand the moment we — what, landed? Popped into existence? Teleported? I still didn’t know … Continue reading Writing Challenge: Quarantine Edition No 4
I knelt on the floor of the closet with my fingers pressed to the floor boards. There was no reason this part of the room should be that much colder than the rest of the house, but it was. And — ah ha! I hadn’t imagined the draft, either. There, in the corner where … Continue reading
The problem wasn’t the monster in the doorway, for a change. The problem was the shelf tumbling from the wall. I winced as the glass bowl holding my salt-and-brick mixture shattered, spilling with it all the miasma it’d been gathering from the shop since the previous new moon. The vase holding the everbloom rose wasn’t … Continue reading Writing Challenge: Quarantine Edition
Today I'm luxuriating in my second day off in a row, and refusing to worry about what that means. (I expected to get called in today. I'd heard through the grapevine that the scheduled day-elves had been sent home yesterday, to return in the night in anticipation of a huge delivery; that I haven't been … Continue reading Whaddayaknow! Venting helped!