The Air Smelled of the Coming Storm The Air Smelled of the Coming Storm By Megan Cutler | July 8, 2016 | Comments 2 comments The air smelled of the coming storm. From the ridge above he could almost taste it. The acrid tang of blood, sweat and black powder. The heavy ping of the blacksmith’s hammer honing steel formed its own thunder, the cadence of drums to which the soldiers would march. The first light of dawn set the … Read More Read More
A Dream Changes Everything A Dream Changes Everything By Megan Cutler | July 1, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Nimble fingers slid between pocket and wallet without the owner taking notice. They moved by matter of inches, yet completed their task within seconds. By the time the owner’s hip collided with the thief’s shoulders, it was too late. The wallet had been firmly stashed in a new pocket, a deep inner pocket located on … Read More Read More
Midnight Air Midnight Air By Megan Cutler | June 24, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Ignoring the gut-clenching fatal drop spread beneath him, Elian planted his foot on the round edge of the skyscraper and leaned further over the abyss. Cool wind caressed his skin. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him. This high, the scents of sweat and garbage thinned, leaving only the iron tang of … Read More Read More
Character Takes Care of Sick Friend Character Takes Care of Sick Friend By Megan Cutler | June 17, 2016 | Comments 2 comments “No, really, you don’t have to stay.” Domerin didn’t have the energy to put his usual tone of command into the statement, but he hoped his tone would do the trick anyway. It didn’t. His daughter’s boyfriend still hovered over his bed, shifting from foot to foot, head hanging as though he’d just been caught … Read More Read More
As If This Was Going to Work As If This Was Going to Work By Megan Cutler | June 10, 2016 | Comments 1 comment He was accustomed to the darkness, to its tranquility. But he didn’t allow himself to be lulled by the light tapping of tree branches against the windows, or the subtle hiss of wind through the chimney. As he waited in the darkness of his familiar living room, he waited for one sound, an inevitable pattern … Read More Read More
It’s Crunch Time! It’s Crunch Time! By Megan Cutler | May 30, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Believe it or not, I haven’t taken a break from blogging all year. (What?!) But summer is approaching and, now that we live in beautiful British Columbia, that means everyone wants to come and visit us. (Or our awesome mountains, lakes and weather. Same thing, right?) That means I have to make the last big … Read More Read More
How They Relate to Their Race Revisited How They Relate to Their Race Revisited By Megan Cutler | May 27, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment There was something visceral about writing with pen and paper. It might have been the elegant swoop of her hand as she formed each letter. It might have been the satisfying scratch of the pen as it deposited its ink. But it might have had a lot to do with the warm, comfortable armchair and … Read More Read More
Please Stop Petting the Test Subjects Please Stop Petting the Test Subjects By Megan Cutler | May 20, 2016 | Comments 2 comments Ves had only met the regressive Arcturan a couple days ago, yet she had already planned for her a whole new wardrobe. Something that would complement the hint blue in the greyish cast of her skin. Like so many of Ves’s fashion projects, it began with corsets. She didn’t think Giana would accept all of … 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
Images Are Blurred Images Are Blurred By Megan Cutler | May 6, 2016 | Comments 2 comments Please check the bottom of this post for an exciting announcement! . . . “You can put a stop to this.” She could barely hear the words over the pounding in her ears. Her own personal drum, beating the rhythm of her doom. While the respite lasted she could do nothing but gulp great gasps … Read More Read More