It was an urban legend. A fable. A myth. No one knew where it originated, but stories emerged from all over the world. Warnings written into our history that people only remembered when someone disappeared.
The Tower: Prologue
Iron and Bone – Chapter Fourteen
As they ran, the weariness quickly settled back over her bones. Despite her even gait, every step jolted her injuries until she struggled for breath. Ignoring the pain, she sent her consciousness forward to the seemingly lifeless man in Ric’s arms.
MTG Writing Challenge: April
Let's do a set of MTG themed writing prompts!
Iron and Bone – Chapter Thirteen
Like swallowing fire, it scorched her from the inside out and set her nerves alight. She knew beyond any shadow of a doubt, that no human was born to wield such devastating power as that of a Caretaker.
Celebrate
We are always so quick to remember every little thing we shouldn’t have done, things we should have said but didn’t. We lie awake and relive the cringeworthy moments, and the downright awful ones. But how often do you look back at your day and give yourself a pat on the back?
Ossian – Chapter Two
His skin was almost translucent, and it flaked like dry parchment. Over his heart, the only hint of colour, a pulsing red rune had been carved. A rune Wren knew all too well.
International Women’s Day
IWD may only be one day, but we are all responsible for challenging the wrongs in our world, every day. As they say on the IWD website: a challenged world is an alert world and from challenge comes change.
Spring Is Here (and so am I)
Spring is here, after a long winter. To me, Spring means hayfever, fresh air, and new beginnings. The birds greet the day earlier and earlier, singing in the sunrise.
Iron and Bone – Chapter Twelve
Catryn froze in her tracks and arms enveloped her tightly, pinning her in place. That time, she did not struggle. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to vow to bring him to justice for his actions. But she couldn’t deny his words.
Becoming – Chapter Eight
Any misgivings Kali had dissipated when the guitarist struck up the first chord. The music, and the message, were all that mattered. They wanted to remember the fallen, to rage at the injustice of the world that tore their friend away. Kali just wanted to let it all out.
A Journey in Self Expression 