Ruby paced the floor. “Can you sense him?” Jared sat beside her, his eyes clenched tight. “I’m trying, mom. I need quiet.” Ruby sighed. They had to find the hatchling. He was too young to be on his own. “I found him!” Jared’s eyes sprang open. “He’s by the sea!”
A tear fell from Jophi’s cheek and made a small splotch on the note in her hand, blurring the words. She wished she could ignore them. “…pay rent as set forth below or in the alternative vacate the premises…” She blinked, and another tear landed beside the first. To her
In 2011, I was in another writer’s group with a few friends of mine. We called ourselves The League of Extraordinary Scribes. That group is no longer active, but the story that I’m currently working on started from a contest we were doing. Life soon got in the way, and
“Do you have the egg?” The dragon’s voice boomed inside the cavern. Ruby’s heart pounded. She pulled the egg out of her satchel and laid it in the straw. “Where’s my son?” The egg cracked. Ruby gasped and stepped back. No! She wouldn’t get Jared back if it hatched now!
Ruby stepped out from the forest and boarded the canoe. The mountains loomed in the distance, taunting her. For one split second she wanted to turn away. She peered inside her satchel. The dragon’s egg lay still–her only hope of getting Jared back. She gripped the oar. Time to go.
Who here loves zombies? I know I do! Zombie stories are by far one of my favorite genres. But no matter how much you love zombies, that doesn’t mean that every character should be one. Which, unfortunately, is what tends to happen when writing fiction. Unintended zombification can be a
Recently I had a crazy idea to start a series of articles on writing tips. Should be fun, right? Well, in a way it was. For my first topic I was writing about something that I had learned many years ago. I hadn’t seen many articles on this topic, and