It was a good thing it didn’t rain that night. The cauldron had done more damage than I’d thought on its way down, and Cernunnos found he had neither sufficient wood, nor time, to fix things before the sun went down. I waved him off with thanks and the promise of a good breakfast the …
Another of the Steering the Craft exercises... Mellisande sat in the arbour of the castle’s rose garden, pretending to work on a delicate piece of embroidery. In truth, she was watching her guard. Why she was under the direct protection of one of the castle commander’s most trusted deputies was a question she dearly wanted …
Marie drew in closer to Justin’s side as they approached the farmhouse. He squeezed her hand but said nothing. The door opened before they reached the garden area surrounding the house. A stern-faced older man stepped out onto the porch area in front and silently watched their approach. Justin stopped at the base of the …
I’d stocked up quite a bit on my last market trip. I’d even taken the portal to the Capital for a few odds and ends. I needed to stay put for a while. It could be a little while; it could be a long while. We were due a double rainbow and I don’t like …
Arabelle sat on the floor of her bathroom and tried not to be sick, or faint, or scream, or cry. She looked again, no change, two lines. She was pregnant. She cried. This was not how it was supposed to go. She’d spent a year researching and stalking people and finally got proof of Phoenix’s …
Michael looked up as David wandered into the kitchen, yawning and scratching his head. “Did you sleep under the bed instead of on it or something?” David grinned. “Trying to bring myself down to your level, mate, you couldn’t handle my usual glory first thing in the morning.” Michael poured a coffee and pushed it …
From a writing exercise / prompt that started with - Gillian said that... there was an impossibly handsome man waiting in the lobby downstairs. "He has the most delicious accent too, I think he might be Italian." Rose frowned. "Can you describe him?" "Sweetie, I just did." She sighed. "I can think of two Italian …
The second part of an exercise contrasting the same place at different times of day. The other one is Attic / Dusk. As you can see, I was more interested in the conversation than the position of the sun... Jason straightened and stretched his arms over his head, “How about a lunch break, then we’ll …
Gina crossed the café and submitted to her mother's brief, cold embrace before sitting at their allocated table and giving her order to the hovering waitress. She took her time getting settled, playing what she secretly called 'the silence game' with her mother. As always, her mother lost. "I was surprised to see you with …
My name is Arianna Goldbest, or possibly FitzMichael. I'm a stain on the family, a dishonour to the name, for I had the temerity to be born out of wedlock. One might presume my parents should be the ones to shoulder this terrible burden but they're not here. Mother, devoted parent that she is, retired …
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