Characters Go Out Together Characters Go Out Together By Megan Cutler | April 29, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment “It was a dark and stormy night.” Balancing the electric torch in one hand, Dormal illuminated his face while he wriggled the fingers of his free hand. He had perfected the ‘spooky’ voice in his teenage years, but his brother didn’t seem impressed. “Kind of cliché, isn’t it?” His brother arched an eyebrow, a teasing … Read More Read More
In Dreams In Dreams By Megan Cutler | April 8, 2016 | Comments 1 comment They came to her in dreams. Names and voices, images and events. Without context, they flooded the quiet hours of the night, leaving her to sort through them in the morning. To find meaning and act upon it. Just last night, a young man with hazy features attending her court spoke the title ‘mother’ in … Read More Read More
He Knows the Right People He Knows the Right People By Megan Cutler | April 1, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Most men lost sleep the night before a significant business transaction. They worked themselves into a frenzy over everything that could possibly go wrong, planning for each contingency in turn in order to mitigate the impact should the worst happen. And when they’d finished planning, they sweated over how to get the most desirable results … Read More Read More
First Snowfall of the Year First Snowfall of the Year By Megan Cutler | March 4, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Silkfoot pressed his nose to the window. His reflection crinkled his nose at the fat white flakes drifting from the sky while his breath formed a white haze across the glass. Fluffy white piles clung to every rooftop and doorstep in the city. Those brave enough to venture out had already begun the process of … Read More Read More
Rose; An Introduction Rose; An Introduction By Megan Cutler | February 29, 2016 | Comments 11 comments A long time ago, I had an idea. It wasn’t a very good idea, but it was one of my first so I’m quite fond of it. The idea revolved around a princess whose family and planet were caught up in a terrible war they didn’t know how to fight. So the princess ran away … Read More Read More
Domerin; An Introduction Domerin; An Introduction By Megan Cutler | January 18, 2016 | Comments 14 comments I’ve been writing about Domerin for awhile now. He’s one of my favourite characters, largely because he manifests with such strength. I think it’s time to give him a proper introduction. Who is Domerin Lorcasf? (This was made by the lovely and talented Beth Alvarez) Here he is! You may have noticed that Domerin dominates … Read More Read More
After the Door Shuts and the Footsteps Die After the Door Shuts and the Footsteps Die By Megan Cutler | December 11, 2015 | Comments 1 comment After the door shut and the footsteps died, Lilianna McDougal slid the adapter into the plug at the base of her skull. But she didn’t activate it yet. Instead she held her breath, counting the seconds, ears straining for any sign of movement outside. The shadow-shrouded room could have belonged to any typical teenager. The … Read More Read More
Solving Conflicts with Cookies Solving Conflicts with Cookies By Megan Cutler | December 4, 2015 | Comments 1 comment 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 … Read More Read More
Going Deeper – Domerin’s Day Going Deeper – Domerin’s Day By Megan Cutler | November 23, 2015 | Comments 1 comment 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 … Read More Read More
I Did the Right Thing I Did the Right Thing By Megan Cutler | November 20, 2015 | Comments 2 comments “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 … Read More Read More