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Shrine of Ancients Part Two

“Ember!” his stupid voice blares through the night. I wanted to get away unnoticed, but apparently Steval woke just as I left our campsite. I pause in the trees, hoping he can’t tell which way I went. Even the insects that chirp through the night still as they listen to the insolent voice break through the air again. “Ember!” My skin crawls. Is that panic in his voice? Does he actually care I am gone? No. I shook my head. He only worries about himself. He fears for his own li

Shrine of Ancients Part One

“Ember!” I sigh and turn to the town elder, wishing I could have escaped town to go berry picking like I typically do every other Thursday. “Ember, I’m grateful I caught you before you left.” I purse my lips, not wanting to give away that I found his presence a burden. Well, not necessarily his presence, but I know he wants me to stray from my task at hand. Whatever task he has in mind would not lend me the freedom that berry picking could give me. “It is time for Steval to v

Short Stories

You may or may not know, but I've had two stories published in the last month. The first, "Red: Mercenary for Hire," is a twisted fairy tale written for the Fairy Tales and Folklore Re-imagined anthology by Between the Lines Press. I've read the first fiftyish pages and the short stories are so imaginative and the poetry is beautifully written. I definitely recommend this book for nearly 500 pages of wonderful storytelling. Who's afraid of the big, bad werewolf? Not you when

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An author friend of mine drew my attention to an anthology's call for twisted fairy tales. In other words, we take the creative liberty to add a twist or a new spin on a commonly known fairy tale. Mind became the blend of two fairy tales with the addition of werewolves and vampires. (No, the vampires don't sparkle.) Yes, the short story did take me away from my larger goal of completing the novels, but the practice of exercising my writing brain in a different capacity was en

Collaborative Short Story

I've been a part of writers' groups for a long time now, but none have ever been so dynamic as the Dragon's Rocketship. It even has a great name! Anyway, a couple of months ago seven of us got together and decided to collaborate on a short story. Thanks to Scatter Prime, Misha Burnett, Vicky Perry, Shannon Perrine, Erin Yoshikawa, and Mirren Hogen, we created the following. I hope you enjoy. Conversations In The Hunger Garden Cavendish and the Hellhound were playing sanctuary

The Ride

The light wood paneling and soft lighting leave me with little impression. I'm neither happy nor afraid as the ding announces the elevator's arrival. I move swiftly on, always a little nervous that the sensors won't detect my mass and the doors will close on me. Inside the elevator is dark, yet reflective, and the soft lighting has followed me here as well. I look all around me, expecting to see my reflection, yet the walls are just dark enough that only a vague outline can b

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