I Have a Smile for Every Occasion I Have a Smile for Every Occasion By Megan Cutler | November 27, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment They were dangerous men. One look at their gruff, scarred faces and their smug, hungry grins was all it took to identify them. They were the kind of men who enjoyed life’s excesses without wanting to work for them. Liars, cheaters, and murderers. And they were armed, despite the station’s regulations. With vibro-blades, more than … 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
She Woke to Birdsong She Woke to Birdsong By Megan Cutler | November 13, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment When she woke to birdsong, she knew it was going to be a horrible day. For one, it was far too early to be awake. She guessed the sun had only just risen and she hadn’t been allowed to sleep until well into the night. Secondly, the paper-thin walls of her so-called tent had barely … Read More Read More
First Time Getting Drunk First Time Getting Drunk By Megan Cutler | November 6, 2015 | Comments 1 comment He was told he made a comical sight, hovering behind the bar with two tentacles perched at right angles to mimic elbows while a second set of delicate limbs rubbed a towel across the glistening wet surface of a mug. It seemed perfectly natural to him, but humans were particular about their norms. When he … Read More Read More
An Overheard Remark An Overheard Remark By Megan Cutler | October 30, 2015 | Comments 1 comment “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 … Read More Read More
This Will Be the Last Time This Will Be the Last Time By Megan Cutler | October 23, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment Dearest Little Star, This will be the last letter I have chance to write before we reach Abregia’s court. If we cannot talk some sense into him, I fear this war will be lost. The Kar’Shi are more relentless than we imagined. If they had spoken with such silver tongues before the council, we may … Read More Read More
Getting Dressed Getting Dressed By Megan Cutler | October 16, 2015 | Comments 1 comment This is what it looks like when a princess rebels. Every dress I own was strewn across my bed, a tangle of silk and sequence. The high-necked navy and turquoise dress with the peacock feather train. The form-fitting emerald dress with silver ivy brocade. There were splashes of ruby silk and velvet black dotted with … Read More Read More
That’s Gonna Leave a Mark That’s Gonna Leave a Mark By Megan Cutler | October 9, 2015 | Comments 1 comment The trick to leaving your mark is to start early, her father’s words rang in her ears as she stood just outside the testing chamber. Start the moment you walk through the first door. Grab their attention. She didn’t know how she was going to manage that. Her father’s method had most likely involved vast … Read More Read More
We have Something in Common We have Something in Common By Megan Cutler | October 2, 2015 | Comments 1 comment 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 … Read More Read More