How Hackers Spend Their Spare Time; A Tale of Charity How Hackers Spend Their Spare Time; A Tale of Charity By Megan Cutler | November 3, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment I’ve done two rounds of Seven Deadly Sins prompts, mostly because I have such a large pool of characters to draw from. While flipping through other prompt suggestions, I happened to find a list of the Seven Heavenly Virtues (which seem to get a lot less press). In case you’ve never heard of them, they … Read More Read More
Phage and the Guardian at the Gates Phage and the Guardian at the Gates By Megan Cutler | April 3, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment I’ve done a pretty good job introducing the characters who inhabit the settings I write about most often. But I seem to have overlooked one of the main characters in my Modern Fantasy setting. I’ve talked about Domerin, Rose and Silkfoot, even Cazella. But I somehow neglected to mention Lilianna; aka Phage or, as she’s … Read More Read More
Minimum Safety Threshold; a Tale of Sloth Minimum Safety Threshold; a Tale of Sloth By Megan Cutler | January 13, 2017 | Comments 0 Comment While browsing the list of interesting prompts I have saved, I came across the seven deadly sins. I instantly started wondering which of my characters would fit each sin. That later evolved into wondering which critical sin each of my major characters would suffer. I decided to write a series exploring that very topic (there … Read More Read More
A Modern Fantasy Setting A Modern Fantasy Setting By Megan Cutler | November 14, 2016 | Comments 6 comments I’ve always been intrigued by the idea of a fantasy world that made it to modern times. Not quite the same as urban fantasy, which tends to be our world with magical elements tossed in. More like a high fantasy world whose ancient empires never fell. A world where it makes sense for a warrior … Read More Read More
Everybody Knows Everybody Knows By Megan Cutler | July 22, 2016 | Comments 3 comments “Hello World?” Xavior sneered. “Can’t I write something else? Something more interesting?” Lilianna drew a deep breath and released one of her long-suffering sighs that indicated silently how difficult her only friend made her life. “No! Every programmer writes the same first program in every language. It’s a tradition! What was the first thing you … 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
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
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
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