Alien Sacrifices Alien Sacrifices By Megan Cutler | March 3, 2017 | Comments 1 comment Over on Tumblr I participate in the #writeblr community. Some have started posting spontaneous prompts and so far I’ve really enjoyed answering them. So much so that I wanted to share my responses here. These are written off the cuff, without any planning. Today’s prompt was: “The local aliens keep bringing their injured people to … Read More Read More
Seventy Percent Success Rate; a Tale of Pride Seventy Percent Success Rate; a Tale of Pride By Megan Cutler | February 17, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment “I’ve noticed a disturbing trend.” “Oh?” The queen arched an eyebrow, peering across the short table at the head of her personal guard. Even at a private, informal meeting he was an imposing man. His dark eyes were full of storm clouds as his lips pressed into a thin line. A stray lock of black … Read More Read More
The Ultimate Key; a Tale of Greed The Ultimate Key; a Tale of Greed By Megan Cutler | February 10, 2017 | Comments 1 comment Of all the queen’s treasures, it was to the simple silver key she wore around her neck that Silkfoot’s eyes were continuously drawn. It was too plain to have been intended as a decoration, too ordinary to suit the fantastic nature of the woman who wore it. But he dared not ask about the adornment, … Read More Read More
The Price of War; a Tale of Wrath The Price of War; a Tale of Wrath By Megan Cutler | February 3, 2017 | Comments 1 comment For all their complaints about having to run laps in full combat gear, Domerin’s soldiers never fully appreciated how bulky and awkward their combat armor really was until they were forced to wade through dense jungle undergrowth in it. The only things worse would have been loose sand or snow; both of which Domerin tried … Read More Read More
Farewell 2016 Farewell 2016 By Megan Cutler | December 19, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Part of me can’t believe it’s time to write my Christmas Hiatus post already; the part of me that’s still back in February, fresh back from watching Deadpool, before the year got super crazy. The rest of me is ready to get off the wild ride that 2016 has been and is hoping that next … Read More Read More
What If It Happened Differently? What If It Happened Differently? By Megan Cutler | December 2, 2016 | Comments 2 comments You may recall from the “You Don’t Have to be Honest With Me” prompt, that our Dark Space game GM recently threw us a bit of a curve ball. Our characters were on the way home from an epic battle, but when they arrived they discovered ten years had passed instead of the five hours … Read More Read More
I Was the First I Was the First By Megan Cutler | November 25, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment I recently realized I have written a lot about Domerin’s relationship with Crescent, even a bit about his other relationships (with Elian and Kail), but I have yet to write anything about him and Sesha. (Unless you count this one darker side of Domerin post that doesn’t mention any names.) So I decided to rectify … Read More Read More
A Sharp Cut A Sharp Cut By Megan Cutler | November 18, 2016 | Comments 1 comment This scene is a direct continuation from both This is What I Dreaded and Midnight Air. . . . “A quick, sharp cut is all it should ever take to kill your target.” It was the first lesson given to every assassin, repeated from the time they were old enough to hold their first knife. … Read More Read More
A Modern Fantasy Setting A Modern Fantasy Setting By Megan Cutler | November 14, 2016 | Comments 6 comments I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a fantasy world that made it to modern times. Not quite the same as urban fantasy, which tends to be our world with magical elements tossed in. More like a high fantasy world whose ancient empires never fell. A world where it makes sense for a warrior … Read More Read More
I Trust Your Judgment I Trust Your Judgment By Megan Cutler | November 4, 2016 | Comments 1 comment With a mighty yawn, the tawny-colored cat stretched, letting his claws slip free of their sheaths, though he was careful not to catch them on any of his mistress’s blankets. He was tempted, for a moment, to curl back into the sunbeam, which had shifted a few inches since last he stirred, and return to … Read More Read More