This is What I Dreaded (Part 2) This is What I Dreaded (Part 2) By Megan Cutler | October 28, 2016 | Comments 1 comment 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). You can read the first one here. The second one is posted below. . . . He stared at the tiny piece … Read More Read More
Space and Dark Space Space and Dark Space By Megan Cutler | October 24, 2016 | Comments 8 comments I’ve been posting writing prompts for a year now. A lot of them are interconnected in one way or another, so it may be time for a little site re-organization. It’s true I am telling stories in fragments, but it may be time to let them be stories. I have been steadily introducing the characters … Read More Read More
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