There are Things You Can’t Escape There are Things You Can’t Escape By Megan Cutler | March 11, 2016 | Comments 3 comments Adelle had never conceived of a building as vast as the Imperial Palace. You could stack ten tall men on each other’s shoulders and still the top figure would not be able to reach the vaulted ceilings. Rather than power, it invoked a sense of isolation. It was much like the void her cozy ship … Read More Read More
First Snowfall of the Year First Snowfall of the Year By Megan Cutler | March 4, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Silkfoot pressed his nose to the window. His reflection crinkled his nose at the fat white flakes drifting from the sky while his breath formed a white haze across the glass. Fluffy white piles clung to every rooftop and doorstep in the city. Those brave enough to venture out had already begun the process of … Read More Read More
Very Few are Left Very Few are Left By Megan Cutler | February 26, 2016 | Comments 2 comments He’d never been one for shadowy organizations, backroom meetings or hiding beneath the cowl of a cloak. Yet he seemed to live his life by it these days. Granted, showing his face near a patch of civilization was a veritable death sentence, but all the slinking still felt strange. He was no strange to stealth, … Read More Read More
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