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
Domerin; An Introduction Domerin; An Introduction By Megan Cutler | January 18, 2016 | Comments 17 comments I’ve been writing about Domerin for awhile now. He’s one of my favourite characters, largely because he manifests with such strength. I think it’s time to give him a proper introduction. Who is Domerin Lorcasf? (This was made by the lovely and talented Beth Alvarez) Here he is! You may have noticed that Domerin dominates … 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
A Fresh Page A Fresh Page By Megan Cutler | January 1, 2016 | Comments 0 Comment Every writer both loves and loathes it; the blank page, the blinking cursor, that grand anticipation and terrible dread the moment before you start a brand new project. It’s how I think of the new year. A fresh page. A new project. A chance to leave behind anything that held me back. An opportunity to … Read More Read More
Blessed Holiday Season Blessed Holiday Season By Megan Cutler | December 21, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment It’s that time of year again! I still can’t believe it. 2015 passed in the blink of an eye! We’re off to visit family and celebrate the holidays for the next three weeks. In the mean time, feel free to peruse the archives. There’s plenty to keep you entertained ;) If you’d like to read … 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
Going Deeper – Catilen’s Day Going Deeper – Catilen’s Day By Megan Cutler | December 14, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment I’ve been exploring the art of connecting to a character’s headspace using writing prompts to delve into their psyche. I enjoyed the exercise with Domerin, so I decided to give Catilen another go. Here’s a small story that takes place shortly after the events of Island of Lost Forevers. … The days were difficult enough … 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