The Seventh Night The Seventh Night By Megan Cutler | March 8, 2019 | Comments 0 Comment It’s been awhile since I checked in on Azmih. So I decided I should brush the dust off him and renew his quest to determine what, exactly, this being trapped in rubies is. I came up with a delightful little scene and set about writing it down. Seven pages later, I realized that, while it … Read More Read More
Voices in the Night Voices in the Night By Megan Cutler | February 22, 2019 | Comments 0 Comment It’s been awhile since I checked in on Azmih. So I decided I should brush the dust off him and renew his quest to determine what, exactly, this being trapped in rubies is. I came up with a delightful little scene and set about writing it down. Seven pages later, I realized that, while it … Read More Read More
Top Six Prompts from the Second Year Top Six Prompts from the Second Year By Megan Cutler | March 9, 2018 | Comments 0 Comment On the 31st of July, 2015, I posted my first ever writing prompt. It kicked off a weekly tradition of taking time to write for myself, for fun, for practice and for personal development. Since I don’t write them every week, it has taken me two and a half years to get through two years … Read More Read More
The Laws are Absolute; a Tale of Chastity The Laws are Absolute; a Tale of Chastity By Megan Cutler | December 8, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment I’ve done two rounds of Seven Deadly Sins prompts, mostly because I have such a large pool of characters to draw from. While flipping through other prompt suggestions, I happened to find a list of the Seven Heavenly Virtues (which seem to get a lot less press). In case you’ve never heard of them, they … Read More Read More
Death is Hungry; A Tale of Gluttony Death is Hungry; A Tale of Gluttony By Megan Cutler | July 14, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment This is sort of an indirect follow-up to the story I posted last week, Blood for the Dead. When I sat down to do this second round of Seven Deadly Sins prompts, I had a hard time choosing a second candidate for Gluttony. I was starting to think I would have to leave the series … Read More Read More
Top Six Prompts from the First Year Top Six Prompts from the First Year By Megan Cutler | July 10, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment On the thirty-first of July, 2015, I posted my first ever writing prompt. It kicked off a weekly tradition of taking time to write for myself, for fun, for practice and for personal development. Today I wrote prompt number ninety – hard to believe I’ve done that many! I’ve had a lot of fun responding … Read More Read More
Blood for the Dead Blood for the Dead By Megan Cutler | July 7, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment As I mentioned in my blog post on Monday, where I introduced Azmih and explained some of his history, I wrote this story for a class I took in college. The only requirements for the story was that it be less than ten pages and that it say something about the human condition. My teacher … Read More Read More
Servant of Death Servant of Death By Megan Cutler | July 3, 2017 | Comments 4 comments I’ve started writing more about Azmih, my lonely and mysterious Necromancer. He always seems popular when he pops up. Like Reianna, he’s a character that I keep coming back to, keep chipping away at, trying to find his final form. He has a story to tell, I’m just not sure what form it takes or … Read More Read More
He Crossed the Brittle Bridge of Bones He Crossed the Brittle Bridge of Bones By Megan Cutler | May 13, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment It was cold. Colder than the whipping winter winds atop the jagged peaks of the world’s highest mountain range. Colder than death. The chill did not touch him. But as Azmih watched, his companion jolted awake, shivering violently against the frigid air. His head whipped from side to side, long black hair smacking his neck … Read More Read More
They Return Every Year to Lay Flowers on the Spot They Return Every Year to Lay Flowers on the Spot By Megan Cutler | April 15, 2016 | Comments 3 comments The villagers returned every year to spread flowers across the bog. A riot of pinks and blues, purples and yellows, even shocks of pristine white sprinkled like snow for one glorious afternoon before they were left to wilt in the mud. Then they returned to their festivals and dances, their stories and feasts, hoping against … Read More Read More