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
Committing a Crime Committing a Crime By Megan Cutler | September 25, 2015 | Comments 1 comment He had always been light on his feet. It was how he got the name; Silkfoot. He often boasted he could prance across a cloud. If he was wrong, no one would ever be able to prove it. A quick glance across the room confirmed his lumbering partner moving with the same silence, if not … Read More Read More
Obsession Obsession By Megan Cutler | September 18, 2015 | Comments 3 comments How do I make a man like the archmage love me? He is surrounded every day by beauty and power. He is inundated with it, steeped in it. And I am so ordinary. A skilled warrior, yes, but in an army of the elite. If it were simply a matter of skill, of proving my … Read More Read More
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