The current time is 2:44am EST. The picture above was taken about an hour ago, after a long day with the toddler, followed by a busy evening at work, followed by laying in the bed with said toddler till she fell asleep and *stayed asleep*. So, since I’m still up,
If you’ve visited my website within the last couple of days, great! You’ve probably seen that I’ve made a few changes to the design and layout. What do you think? I even made myself a shiny new logo! But why the change, you ask? It was necessary, and I’ll tell
“Not enough, kid.” The clerk pushed the money to the edge of the counter. Bobby clutched the stuffed rabbit. His baby sister was born too small. She needed a toy to play with in Heaven. He dropped the rabbit and left. He would give her one of his soldiers instead.
“You left Dad to die.” The fire popped as Tanya stirred it with her dagger. “He trusted you.” “I didn’t!” Billy dropped to his knees. “They captured me!” Tanya studied his eyes. Billy had never lied before. She waved the dagger then sheathed it. “That better be the truth.” This
Alex sighed as her daughter stormed out of the kitchen. She buried her face in her hands. She’d never survive the teen years! Not without Mark. Her younger son opened the fridge, releasing the scent of lemons. Mark loved lemons. Alex took a deep breath. She could do this. This
Alan fought against the orderlies holding him back. “Veronica, no!” “You’re a danger to yourself.” She signed the forms then removed her sunglasses, revealing a black eye. “And to me.” Alan stopped fighting. Had he done that? He hadn’t meant to. He walked into the asylum. Maybe he was crazy.
This week’s prompt in @jayna’s Fifty Word Challenge was “shade”, so I decided to write something that may or may not end up in my fantasy novel, The Shard of Myrsi. Enjoy! Pain rippled through the gash on Sina’s back then eased. “Isn’t moonshade poisonous?” The healer nodded. “But the blossom,
Paul swung the rock down on the chain with as much force as his restraints allowed. Twenty years in this hell-hole. He was innocent, dammit! He swung again. Why didn’t they believe him? One more strike. The chain broke at last. He’d show them just how guilty he could be.
This is a vignette from Emtia’s history that show’s the effects of a condition called Nightmare’s Death. To read the full article, go here. I ached to run to Darad, to wake him from his dreams. But that would only hasten the effects of the curse. He tossed and turned.