How They Relate to Their Race How They Relate to Their Race By Megan Cutler | September 11, 2015 | Comments 3 comments He had climbed to the top of the highest mountain to kneel at her feet. It had not been an easy journey. She had made it difficult. From the moment she felt him seeking her location, she had resigned him to misery if he wished to see the task completed. She could have traveled instantly, … Read More Read More
A Memory Related to Their Profession A Memory Related to Their Profession By Megan Cutler | September 4, 2015 | Comments 3 comments “The pain will never subside. It isn’t going to get any easier.” Not exactly the glowing report he wanted to receive from the company physician. “The nerves are raw and they have to be active all the time in order to receive input across the bionic links. We could remove them…” But that would leave … Read More Read More
I Have a Girl’s Courage I Have a Girl’s Courage By Megan Cutler | August 28, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment The terms of this prompt were somewhat more interesting than normal. The instructions are to choose a book. Turn to page 51. The first sentence of the last paragraph becomes the beginning of your scene. My sentence comes from Living Your Yoga by Judith Hanson Lasater, and reads: “I have a girl’s courage.” I have … Read More Read More
What She Found Under the Snow What She Found Under the Snow By Megan Cutler | August 21, 2015 | Comments 2 comments Zita tied her green hair at the nape of her neck before she leaned over the sewing machine. With practiced fingers she adjusted the needle before pressing her foot to the pedal. Only for a moment, she wasn’t going far. Tiny stitches closed a tiny hole, her patient unaware anything had ever been amiss. The … Read More Read More
A Small Mound of Stones A Small Mound of Stones By Megan Cutler | August 14, 2015 | Comments 4 comments Holding the image of safety in her mind, Morulin lit the candle and upended the contents of a small velvet pouch on the table, leaving a small mound of stones. She tried to calm the butterflies in her stomach by reminding herself this magick worked. She knew it did; her mother had used it several … Read More Read More
Colours Colours By Megan Cutler | August 7, 2015 | Comments 1 comment 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 … Read More Read More
She Studied her Face in the Mirror She Studied her Face in the Mirror By Megan Cutler | July 31, 2015 | Comments 6 comments Who should I be tonight? The bright light stung her eyes as she settled in front of the vanity mirror. Pale blue eyes stared back at her. They would glitter gold when she finished inserting the contacts that concealed their true color. The key was how she chose to decorate her eyelids. Did she want … Read More Read More