All Dressed Up and Nothing to Write
Sporadic fiction despite my attempts otherwise.
Curse my procrastination and my seeming inability to write much unless there's a grade attached in a semester. But hey, I finally wrote/posted a poem. To be honest, I'd be happier to give this one a rewrite, but the motivation for that hasn't happened it a while, so meh. I like the concept, but the … Continue reading The Snow Queen
Chapter 1: Parting QE 115 Esmerelda stared up at the airship from her perch on the roof of the Allegany Inn, watching the skies as two airships danced nimbly amongst the clouds, playfully chasing each other. Both were resplendent in the maroon of the Royal Aeronauts, both with streamers fluttering behind them longer than … Continue reading Parting
Kalyah woke up on the pile of polycloth scraps that served as her bed. She stretched and yawned to greet the morning, then reached out for her comm device. Her hand froze after touching it, and she pulled away, letting the device sit, and instead she climbed up out of the makeshift bed. … Continue reading Shipwrecked
The police and the corporate goons had done their jobs, and my boss, Mr. Arthur had made it through his keynote speech alive, and he was now walking to his car. He was a vain and pompous man who was as hated as he was cheap. His corporation was worth trillions, but he hired me … Continue reading The Worst Bodyguard Ever
The night sky was as dark as could be, clouds covering the moon and stars, but in the field below was the flickering light of candles arranged in a very particular pattern. The night was eerily calm, and not even a cricket dared to chirp, as if they knew what was about to happen, and … Continue reading Love: the Death of Dreams
“Can you get me a coffee, sweetheart?” Tarron asked, standing too close as he stared down Mirabelle. He was a wiry old elf who’s thinning hair did nothing to cover his pointed ears. Mirabelle looked up from the giant stack of papers that she had to process to her boss, then over to … Continue reading Moltenworld
Zaya stared up at the tower on unsteady feet as a few loose strands of her silver hair blew into her face. The moon glimmered against darkened skies just enough to see the top, although at the peak it was little more than a vague silhouette against the night sky. She had plenty of … Continue reading Zaya and the Tower
The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. The building itself was worn down from the elements but still intact, made of worn stone and wood paint peeling off it. It stood in heart of the city, but it felt like it existed in its own little space, so close yet … Continue reading The Old House
I lived in the winter, it seemed endless The ground was snow-clad and the sky always grey Winter should be cold, but I felt nothing. Night devoured the day, and I was trapped. Sunlight pierced the sky, and with it was hope Still, winter was strong, it would not let go The light brought … Continue reading Winter
(1) Friends suggested writing a journal. It doesn’t seem to be something that will help anything, but then again, nothing else does either. But anyway, agreeing to write one seemed to make them happy, and even if it feels as empty as everything else, they seem to mean well, and even if it is pointless, … Continue reading Rebecca’s Journal
All Dressed Up and Nothing to Write 