Chapter 1, I guess. I don't have a lot of Sci-fi stories, and this is my favorite / the only one I can remember off the top of my head. My old version has some ideas that I liked, though the focus was more on the captain than Zora. And, if I'm being honest, (which … Continue reading Strangers Among the Stars
Rose Red’s Forest
Once, there were two young girls who lived in an orphanage in a small village just on the edge of an ancient forest. From the day that the two met, an instant bond had formed between them. The two delighted in each other’s company more than they did any of the other children. Despite … Continue reading Rose Red’s Forest
Moltenworld
“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 and the Tower
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
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
Winter
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
Rebecca’s Journal
(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
Rebecca
The mirror held a stranger seemed at the same time so familiar and yet so absolutely alien to the woman standing in front of it. She moved her hand in front of the mirror and the stranger matched the movement exactly. She turned her head and so did the person in the mirror. She … Continue reading Rebecca
The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.
The title of this post is my first sentence, which I got from a generator. http://writingexercises.co.uk/firstlinegenerator.php if anyone is interested in it. The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. Even though it was on a lively street in the suburbs it seemed apart from the world. No one ever said anything … Continue reading The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.
Death and rebirth of the wisent.
Death and Rebirth of the wisent. Sometime in the spring for 1919 in the Bialowieza forest in Poland, a poacher killed a wisent, also know as the European Bison or the bison, a cousin of the American Bison. By no means was this a strange occurrence throughout history, but this kill was more meaningful than … Continue reading Death and rebirth of the wisent.
All Dressed Up and Nothing to Write 