“I implore you, your grace, please reconsider,” pleaded the old man walking next to him. He was the future former right hand of the King, Joury.
“I’ve considered enough,” the King responded. He was getting tired of everyone trying to talk him out of this. “The decision has been made, let it lie.” Continue reading
Here’s the third installment of the stories found here and here. As with the other ones, if you don’t want to read the previous entries, there’s no need, as this story should stand on its own. Story below. Continue reading
Are you all ready? The days are getting a little cooler (if you’re on the northern hemisphere that is), the nights a little longer. You know what that means? Halloween! I haven’t quite decided exactly what I’m doing here for that yet. Maybe I’ll do more of the horror stories. Did anyone like those? Maybe I’ll do just more general Halloween themed stories. Like I said, I haven’t decided yet. There will be something, though, I promise you.
The other thing October means is we have exactly one month until NaNoWriMo. Is anyone here doing it this year? Of course I am, so I’ll be posting NaNo prep stuff sporadically throughout the month. Perhaps I’ll even post an actual article or two about NaNo prep instead of just updates.
So, what are you guys doing on this most wonderful month of the year?
It had become an obsession. It started out innocent enough, just using her magic to call down the stars to her, just to see if she could do it. As the star started to come down out of the sky, she was able to shape it, make it smaller, so that by the time it reached her, the little star landed perfectly in her outstretched hand. It was warm, but not as vibrantly scorching as Liv had expected, and she enjoyed the way that it glowed. Liv sat on the old wooden swing outside an abandoned school, alone in the inky dark of the night, her bare feet sifting through the sand, the small pebbles dirtying the bottom of her soft rose ball gown, and cradled the star ever so gently in her pale hands.
“Oh, you are lovely,” Liv told the star in her lilting voice. “I think you’d be happier here, you and I could keep each other company. I’m quite lonely, you see, all of my friends have gone off and disappeared. I’d really like it if you’d stay.” Getting no response from the little glowing rock in her hand, Liv giggled lightly and held the star aloft so that it would light her way home. Continue reading
“Hi,” he said.
I was trapped. I think I was in a basement of some sort, but I have no idea where or for how long. The dark has a way of doing that to you. The only light was a small shaft above and in front of me. I had been given enough food for awhile, but I was chained to the wall and had a broken leg. It had been broken awhile, and I could feel it healing all wrong. Sometimes, it left me in such agony that I screamed until my voice was gone. It didn’t matter though, nobody came, I don’t know if anybody could even hear me. I hadn’t seen anybody in, how long? A week? I wasn’t sure, but I had eaten most of my food, so maybe a week. The only comfort to me, as I sat stewing in my own filth, was a murmur, a TV or a radio outside the basement door. It never left, and for those long stretches of darkness, was the only reminder of a world outside. Continue reading
So far, the day had been a disaster. What was supposed to be the best day of Gretchen’s life hadn’t gone so great, and she was starting to dread the rest of it. The three layer lemon and vanilla cake hadn’t turned up yet, one of the groomsmen had food poisoning and looked positively green, and Gretchen was starting to have a cramp in her belly that felt like her monthly was on its way. This didn’t bode well. And she still hadn’t put the dress on. Continue reading
So, a little introduction before the story. This is a continuation of a previous story, Iguana #2 (or was that a prequel to this?) Like most of my “series” this is more than okay to read on it’s own, but you can certainly check out the previous one.
I’ve been thinking a little bit on the story I set in motion with Iguana #2 and it seems like something ripe for a longer project. So, I’d like to ask everybody what they think. Not just of this story, but about the possibility of this kicking off a longer project? Perhaps this could be my NaNoWriMo story this year? Let me know. Story after the break. Continue reading