Archives I’d Forgotten: Spell

03/15/2025 / Liz H-H / 2 Comments

Nora’s Mistake

New Life, New Love

12/16/202412/16/2024 / Liz H-H / 19 Comments

Outside a small touristy shop, there's a statue of a wooden cow anda park bench.

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 12/13/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

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Midnight Sun 5

11/03/2024 / Liz H-H / 16 Comments

Small house on a rocky moutain top, cloudy sky and evergreen healthy

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 11/01/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

It was slow going, but once they’d gotten through the heavy new growth at forest’s edge, the journeywoman relaxed in the saddle and let Horse take the lead following the glacial stream. The further along they went, the broader the tree trunks, and the greater the space between them. She’d not slept well the night before and the slow, undulating climb had lulled her into a dream. Or perhaps it was a vision? Continue reading →

Citronella (Parts 1-3)

08/06/202408/10/2024 / Liz H-H / 11 Comments

Apartment building with a gated terrace, and no obvious entry.

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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Unicorn

12/30/202312/31/2023 / Liz H-H / 22 Comments

Boy sitting with his white dog, looking out over a shipyard, mountains distant

From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/29/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

Summer’s last sigh had arrived too soon. It was time to return to school and be constantly reminded that he was different. He gazed longingly over the concrete and steel shipping yard. His half-grown puppy leaned warm against his side, panting. Continue reading →