This is What I Dreaded (Part 1) This is What I Dreaded (Part 1) By Megan Cutler | October 21, 2016 | Comments 3 comments For this prompt, I set myself an extra challenge. For once, I wanted to write some genuine flash fiction. So I composed two 300 word stories (yes, both stories are exactly 300 words), the first of which is posted below. . . . “This is exactly what I dreaded.” Valerian clicked his tongue, sighed and … Read More Read More
Dark Rituals — Available Now! Dark Rituals — Available Now! By Megan Cutler | October 18, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment As promised, the fifth chapter of Eternity’s Empire is here! Two ancient goddesses have taken over the Antarctic dig site and Erica has walked willingly into their trap. That leaves Shima to reunite the guardians and set things right. There’s just one problem; though she can feel power stirring in her breast, Shima can’t seem … Read More Read More
Short and Sweet Short and Sweet By Megan Cutler | October 10, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment The day this goes live, my little brother will have just finished saying his vows. I will be fresh back from a whirlwind trip to the states (probably and hopefully deeply asleep). I’m sure it was a lovely wedding (though I’m writing in this in the past, so I don’t yet have details). In any … Read More Read More
Their Childhood Their Childhood By Megan Cutler | October 7, 2016 | Comments 2 comments One of my strongest memories is the day I met my father. It happened not long after the death of my mother; a day I can’t forget no matter how hard I try. I thought the mystery of my father died with her, that he would always be a ghost, haunting the edge of my … Read More Read More
Stars Blazed in the Night Sky Stars Blazed in the Night Sky By Megan Cutler | September 30, 2016 | Comments 2 comments It wasn’t much of a planet. Actually, it isn’t a planet, Dragon interrupted in the tone he’d come to consider ‘helpful.’ Rather than a flash of annoyance, Kantis couldn’t help but smile. Right. Well, I suppose if you think of it as a moon, it’s got a lot going for it. It wasn’t a barren, … Read More Read More
A Year in Review A Year in Review By Megan Cutler | September 23, 2016 | Comments 1 comment This prompt marks one year of weekly story-telling. As such, my writing partner and I agreed that we should do something a little special. The ‘prompt’ therefore came to include as many references to past prompts as possible in the scene. We both had very different approaches and agreed it was a fun exercise. I … Read More Read More
The Many Forms and Faces of Cazella The Many Forms and Faces of Cazella By Megan Cutler | September 19, 2016 | Comments 2 comments Since I started posting the writing prompts I’ve been doing for fun and practice, I’ve tried to introduce all the main characters who appear in them. So far we’ve talked about Domerin, Rose and Zita, three of my oldest and most prominent characters. Another character that crops up quite often is Cazella (in fact she … Read More Read More
Nightmare Nightmare By Megan Cutler | September 16, 2016 | Comments 2 comments A sea of tall grass swayed in the stiff breeze. Colored blossoms bobbed and danced between the stalks, bright splotches of color like dots of paint still wet from the artists’ brush. Sunlight filled a sky empty of clouds and bluer than she’d ever seen. On the corner of her vision, Domerin Lorcasf stooped to … Read More Read More
Obsession Revisited Obsession Revisited By Megan Cutler | September 9, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Domerin’s smile faltered and he rushed to replace it with a false approximation. His partner was sensitive to his moods these days, especially those remotely negative, and he wasn’t in the mood for another argument. For months Kail had gone on about the Winter Solstice Ball in the capital, so enamored with the idea of … Read More Read More
Stuck Stuck By Megan Cutler | September 5, 2016 | Comments 2 comments I’m waiting for a phone call. I hate this kind of waiting. It ties my insides into knots. I fidget and try not to focus on the subject I’m waiting to speak about, but it invades every aspect of my consciousness. Butterflies fill my stomach and my heart pounds in my chest. I tell myself … Read More Read More