Tag: Modern Fantasy

Solving Conflicts with Cookies

Solving Conflicts with Cookies

This wasn’t so much a prompt per se. My writing partner and I were having difficulties with a shared project. We used a simple conflict/resolution scenario to get past it. Afterward I wrote this silly scene… just cuz ;) … The cookies were tucked into a non-descript, cream-colored box, each set on its own square …

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Going Deeper – Domerin’s Day

Going Deeper – Domerin’s Day

I’ve been exploring the art of connecting to a character’s headspace using writing prompts to delve into their psyche. This week I decided to go a bit deeper by incorporating the answers from my writing exercises into a scene from Domerin’s perspective. Enjoy! … He rarely needed his alarm anymore. He set it every night …

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I Did the Right Thing

I Did the Right Thing

“Let’s go over it one more time.” When he didn’t respond, the chief paused, glancing up from the constant rustle of paper to arch an eyebrow. “Lorcasf?” “Of course.” Domerin tried not to sigh. The chief was only doing her job, after all, and the situation warranted a thorough report. He wasn’t on trial, no …

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An Overheard Remark

An Overheard Remark

“You don’t have to use the window, you know.” “Hello to you too, darling.” Silkfoot tossed the cream-colored waves of his hair over one shoulder. He didn’t normally leave signs of his entry, but this particular friend was sensitive to intrusions. Not that Crescent hadn’t smelled him the moment he opened the door. “You just …

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Getting Inside a Character’s Head – Part 2: Answers with Domerin

Getting Inside a Character’s Head – Part 2: Answers with Domerin

When I wrote a few weeks ago about exercises for getting into a character’s head, I flashed back to my old Livejournal days. There, I answered many a questionnaire about my characters. I thought it might be fun to do it again. So I’ve used my own exercises (in brief) with one of my favourite …

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We have Something in Common

We have Something in Common

Despite the incessant ding of the open elevator doors indicating he had reached his destination, Domerin Lorcasf lingered in the small metallic chamber with his arms crossed over his chest. “Good morning, Argus,” he called to the empty air. “How are you?” “Greetings, Commander Lorcasf,” the monotone voice sounded all around him. Somehow, it always …

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Committing a Crime

Committing a Crime

He had always been light on his feet. It was how he got the name; Silkfoot. He often boasted he could prance across a cloud. If he was wrong, no one would ever be able to prove it. A quick glance across the room confirmed his lumbering partner moving with the same silence, if not …

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Colours

Colours

Blood dripped from the edge of his blade, bright scarlet against the steel. It filled his nostrils with an acrid tang, his mouth with the taste of iron. It oozed, hot and sticky, from the wound in his forehead, long but shallow. Kneeling, he wiped the blade clean on the shirt of one of the …

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