Forgotten Shore Forgotten Shore By Megan Cutler | February 19, 2016 | Comments 1 comment Sometimes Ryn’dar’ud felt the call. Human mating rituals were strange. They spent a great deal of time luring their mate into the act of reproduction. He understood that some people spent decades trying to attract the proper mate and some still failed to reproduce. Taverns like his played a pivotal role in the early stages. … Read More Read More
Only Human Only Human By Megan Cutler | February 12, 2016 | Comments 2 comments “What have you found?” The voice echoed strangely in his ears, reverberating through the vaults of his mind. “It’s only a human.” The ground – at least, what he thought was the ground, rushed up to meet him. His left shoulder impacted the cool surface, sending a sharp jolt down the left side of his … Read More Read More
Don’t Change for Anyone Don’t Change for Anyone By Megan Cutler | February 5, 2016 | Comments 2 comments It was silent in Phage’s private world. Information swirled in brilliant, neon colors as it zoomed along the path from one destination to another, but made no sound as she passed among it. In many ways, despite being surrounded by the world’s collective knowledge and activities, it was lonely there as well. Somewhere back in … Read More Read More
A Book Infested with Ghosts A Book Infested with Ghosts By Megan Cutler | January 29, 2016 | Comments 1 comment We’ve done this prompt a little differently. My writing partner wrote the first half of the story and I have written the end. You can find the beginning here. … It had been a long time since she saw her familiar disturbed. A book of bound and tortured spirits delivered by a beleaguered king would … Read More Read More
What Does the Music Tell You? What Does the Music Tell You? By Megan Cutler | January 22, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Her toes burned. Her legs ached with the strain of holding her position. Yet her arms flowed elegantly, like branches in the wind, like the fine neck of a swan. Her body dipped. Her feet stayed aloft. She formed the perfect shape, held it for the perfect amount of time before releasing it and – … Read More Read More
My Life is Made Up of Seconds My Life is Made Up of Seconds By Megan Cutler | January 15, 2016 | Comments 1 comment My life is made up of seconds. Blade smashed against blade and a jolt ran up his arm. Of blood and sweat. Blood oozes from a cut on his forehead, hot and sticky. It trickles into his eye, obscuring his vision. Sweat pours down his face, neck and back. It stings his eyes. He tastes … Read More Read More
Not Everything has to Mean Something Not Everything has to Mean Something By Megan Cutler | December 18, 2015 | Comments 2 comments He had positioned himself in the one place in the tavern from which he could observe the door without standing out. Yet, a cursory scan of the room would make him instantly obvious to seeking eyes. The art of being simultaneously unobtrusive and obvious was a skill only mastered by assassins and prostitutes, but it … Read More Read More
Going Deeper – Catilen’s Day Going Deeper – Catilen’s Day By Megan Cutler | December 14, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment I’ve been exploring the art of connecting to a character’s headspace using writing prompts to delve into their psyche. I enjoyed the exercise with Domerin, so I decided to give Catilen another go. Here’s a small story that takes place shortly after the events of Island of Lost Forevers. … The days were difficult enough … 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