The midsummer sun meant an extra long day, and she and Horse had easily traversed the rocky field, pausing at the liminal space where diamond-sharp stream burst through dense curtain of darkest forest; they would not enter at night. Continue reading
Fantasy
Time 5
The rocky field lies still, cut open by glacial streams, edged by heavy forest. Further north, mountains beckon, tops occluded in weeping clouds. Continue reading
Citronella (Parts 1-3)
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Citronella (Part 1)
Citronella leaned over the balcony and sighed, staring down at the village parti-gras. Before, she’d been content to lean on the iron parapet, separate from the mad goings-on below. Before, she’d been satisfied with her mother’s witchy warnings of the dangers of joining the sweaty rabble. Before, she’d felt empowered by her choice of who she’d let climb her long, golden braid to the top floor. She’d lived there for as long as she could remember.
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A Moment
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: SWIRL. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
They’d hiked up the lower reaches of the hillside, beyond the altitude where trees turn to shrub, where a glacial waterfall tumbled through the Saga Sister caverns and down to the ailing peoples of Walden’s Hold by the sea. Continue reading
Waiting On a Wire
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: WIRE. Visit, comment, and write & perhaps post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Patience was never my virtue.
Outwardly calm while
Rats stage a rave
In the pit
The very base of my belly,
Desire and nerves beg expression. Continue reading
Quarterly Update
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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge. (07/12/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
It must’ve been destiny. Not one we would’ve immediately predicted, but here we are! Things could have turned out much worse: prison, rehab, unemployability, loss of life-long friends, multiple stretches in rehab, depression, loneliness…All that time we thought they were just screwing around chasing ghosts, they were building the foundations of solid late-life careers. Continue reading
White Wolf, Blue Eyes
The party boat, a tall red cruiser, shudders in its own wake, loosely tethered to dock’s end by a thin rope dipping in and out of the slowly rolling waves; behind it, dark clouds gather with increasing speed and the winds pick up.
“C’mon,” he hollered over the southern-fried blare and bass from the boat’s own speakers, adding “It’ll be fine and I’ll protect you like I always have!” Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 