Maeve checked the weather app on her phone. “Clear skies and a warm breeze.” She sighed. “I deserve this vacation. Finally a chance to get out of the office.” Maeve stretched her grey-black wings as far as they would go, feathers ruffled by the wind. She kicked the dust off...
A dancer runs across a white floor. Her feet barely touch the ground. With one final bound, she throws her body forward and her arms out. Her momentum spins her into the air and she lands solidly on the first key. The echo of the strings fades away into an...
Let’s talk Creative Writing. There will always be new stories swamped with the same old clichés. When we read, we want something new. We unknowingly ingest the same recognizable patterns in characters, themes, and plot that are somehow written in a fresh way. These tropes are fine, it’s the clichés...
One thing was certain, that the white kitten had nothing to do with it: - it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. I found this etched in the prison wall. My hands traced over the letters cut into the rough stone in a strange, jagged way. I could barely read...
People are like Windows, Made of glass. We are marked or cracked or broken. Behind our panes, You see what we frame. The darkness of night and the evil in the shadows. We choose what to show. We can blot out the joy and see only pain. Glass lies shattered...
Mist curled above the endless, gentle ocean. Tyrian pushed the gondola along. Night winds helped propel the vessel and calm waves lapped at its sides. The passenger in front of him was the same as always. A young woman whom he had watched grow up, night by night. In her...
The bitter cold of winter froze the woods. Mist curled around the skirts of the evergreens. The northern winds had abated and the leaves that had yet to be shivered off the trees were still. As the sun rose over the horizon, the remaining yellow leaves of an aspen quivered....
Bright eyes stared into the erratic flashing light. Water droplets misted the outside of the large jar in front of the young girl. Her chin rested on the dark wood desk, surrounded by school books and stray pencils. The jar held an intricate little black ship, rocking in never-ending waves....
