Alec returned to his office, having dumped the armful of lavender on the nearest available table in the solar and walking out, determinedly oblivious to the cries of dismay over the mess he'd supposedly made of the embroidery threads spread across it. He arrived just in time to head off Nathan's search for him and …
Alec looked at the clock ticking its way toward lunch and grimaced. He'd dealt with the guards from the day before and was now avoiding the requested meeting with Her Ladyship. It was a necessary hurdle though, she'd waylay him otherwise and he'd never get out to check on Kid. Nathan was on kitchen invasion …
Once washed, Kid's hair proved to be the promised white-blond and almost seemed to glow in the low light of the cottage fires. What also now showed were the bruises and scars on his too-thin arms and legs. Nora had come up with a men's shirt, supplemented with a blanket Alec somehow managed to wrap …
They moved into the gloom of the forest and onto a little-used path. Alec looked down at a nudge from his new charge. "The lady story please." "You want to know why she's scared and sad, yes?" "Yes." "The Lady Mellisande is the valued and indulged only child of Lord Humphrey of Wolfgrove." "Interesting choice …
I completed a vignette entirely in dialogue in Not a Ghost, and somehow managed to tug the string of a story that is demanding to be told. The two men tensed at a soft sound from behind them. Alec turned with a carefully studied relaxation. "Not so good at following orders kid. Hope you enjoyed …
This came out of a four line prompt (the first four lines of dialogue you see below) and turned into a personal challenge to write an entire vignette in dialogue, no descriptions. "I'm pretty sure it was a ghost." "I'm pretty sure it wasn't." "Oh really?" "Ghosts don't bleed." "But it was floating, and moaning." …
The DNA of Stories 