A very strange prompt that got completely out of hand... Write about a purple-winged fallen angel, a phosphorescent orc king and a psychotic elf with a valuable mug, full of rice pudding Ash wondered if he could stay right here, flat on his back in the hollow he’d created when he fell, for the rest …
Mara poured a glass of wine from the chilled crystal decanter left for her on the table and wandered slowly to the window. From here, you could see so far, the city on this side of the castle was a small margin of clutter and stone before the trees began, hard up against the wall. …
The beginning is here, the end is below. There's no middle at this stage. With Trevor unconscious, and trussed up like a Christmas turkey, they trooped down into the cellar, Kaiden and Jenna in the lead, then the mage team following with their prisoner, he was too dangerous to leave behind. Kaiden listened, then led …
Another exercise from Steering the Craft - to try and communicate a big wad of factual information in a way readers aren't going to skip. Anne looked on as David went through First Aid basics for the group of teens they’d been assigned for the afternoon. She managed to hold her tongue until he got …
I was dared to write a story without using names. It's a snippet, but name-free. The young woman stood at the top of the stairs. If it wasn’t enough to have her staring at him down several acres of white marble, she was also looking down her nose at him. Apparently the lady did not …
Jenna paused on the side of the street and tried to pat the sweat off her face. Did she really think she would be able to find him, one man, in the largest city in the world? When she had set out from Troven with the idea of tracking down Dar, she hadn’t understood the …
“I walk the floor, I watch the door and in between I drink … black coooffeee” Anna leaned back in her chair, one hand keeping contact with her wine glass on the table, and let the jazz wash through her. She was a regular here and the staff knew she came for the music, so …
A 'diary' entry from playing the solo RPG One Day at a Thyme. It seemed the heatwave was a portent of something more. We had an unscheduled solar eclipse today. Really, that’s all I need. People are running around in a complete flap, trying to decide what disaster is about to hit and completely ignoring …
The vivid, intense blues of Sydney Harbour, reflecting the delicately cloud-dotted sky above it, looked like someone had applied some Photoshop filter to real life. The sun danced off the waves, refracting diamonds across kilometres of water. Ferrys, yachts and kayaks skittered across its surface, while gentle waves lapped at the white-gold sand of the …
Jenna pulled into the driveway of her new home, killed the engine and sat for a minute, looking at the deceptively peaceful house in front of her. She still had no idea why she’d bought it, other than it being so insanely cheap she’d been able to buy it outright and still have savings left …
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