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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Sorry about the space between snippets. It’s been a busy couple of weeks in the Cutler household. But we’re back with a final sequence continued from here. It comes from Crossroads of Frozen Eternity, the second book of the Mystic Island Trilogy. … Thunder rumbled in the distance as the island reacted to her anger, …
This wasn’t so much a prompt per se. My writing partner and I were having difficulties with a shared project. We used a simple conflict/resolution scenario to get past it. Afterward I wrote this silly scene… just cuz ;) … The cookies were tucked into a non-descript, cream-colored box, each set on its own square …
They were dangerous men. One look at their gruff, scarred faces and their smug, hungry grins was all it took to identify them. They were the kind of men who enjoyed life’s excesses without wanting to work for them. Liars, cheaters, and murderers. And they were armed, despite the station’s regulations. With vibro-blades, more than …
I’ve been exploring the art of connecting to a character’s headspace using writing prompts to delve into their psyche. This week I decided to go a bit deeper by incorporating the answers from my writing exercises into a scene from Domerin’s perspective. Enjoy! … He rarely needed his alarm anymore. He set it every night …
“Let’s go over it one more time.” When he didn’t respond, the chief paused, glancing up from the constant rustle of paper to arch an eyebrow. “Lorcasf?” “Of course.” Domerin tried not to sigh. The chief was only doing her job, after all, and the situation warranted a thorough report. He wasn’t on trial, no …
This week’s snippet continues from last week’s. It comes from Crossroads of Frozen Eternity, the second book of the Mystic Island Trilogy. … In the dim light of the village lanterns, a figure took shape. Long hair and billowing robes trailed behind him, a blot in the night. As she stood, Catilen rekindled her mage …