Tag Archives: Writing

Solitude

The King and Queen had sent dozens, what felt like hundreds, of their knights to go and retrieve their daughter from the citadel where she was kept. None of them had prevailed, and a good portion of them had not come back at all. The ones that did were in one piece, but seemed toContinue reading “Solitude”

School

The old schoolhouse was a relic of another time. Nature had begun to reclaim it, vines growing over the remnants of the walls and creeping up through the broken floorboards. The other buildings of the settlement had been fully lost in a fire along with three quarters of the people that had lived there. But,Continue reading “School”

Raven

The large, black, bird was perched on one of the few empty cafe tables, picking at crumbs left behind from a pastry. It was the coolest it had been in weeks, so there were lots of people outside enjoying the weather before it turned again. Taking a break from the sweet snack, the bird tippedContinue reading “Raven”

Music

He hated working the afternoons after the owner and her husband went to an estate sale. Belongings from the recently deceased gave the antique shop an even weirder feeling than it usually had. His manager called him superstitious and brushed him off; he called her reckless and rolled her eyes when her back was turned.Continue reading “Music”

Mushrooms

“Mushrooms, Hannah? The seventies called, they want their aesthetic back.”The chorus of laughter from her friends made her pout as the plastic baggie still wiggled as it dangled from her outstretched fingers. She had her doubts as well. But the guy that sold them to her promised “the experience of a lifetime” and he hadContinue reading “Mushrooms”

Class of 2025

In 2023, I took the leap and started a master’s program for creative writing, with the intention to get a Master of Fine Arts directly afterwards. As I’m coming to the close of my second semester, I wanted to take a pause and reflect on how it’s going. Wait, MA and MFA? Yes, you readContinue reading “Class of 2025”

Moth

The webbing took over the forest outside of town overnight. It glimmered as if diamonds were caught up in the strange strands, covered in the dew of the early morning. It was as if some giant, ethereal, fisherman had cast their net across the whole of the trees while the village slept. The woodsmen hadContinue reading “Moth”

Flash Fiction February 2024 – With Prompt List

What the Heck is Flash Fiction February? Every year I make the same new year’s resolution: Make writing a habit. Or just write more. Or share more. Or some chimera of all three. And every year I mean well and then thanks to a lifetime of ADHD, the real world being a mess, and personalContinue reading “Flash Fiction February 2024 – With Prompt List”

Desire

Remember when I talked about saving something in a bad draft? Here’s the character I mentioned! Dawkins was the best thing to come out of that failed attempt to write a short story/novella. *~*~*~* It was the perfect sort of night to have drawn the short straw for duty, Dawkins reckoned. This far out, withContinue reading “Desire”