#Inktober2020writersedition There's nothing quite like the smell of fresh-cut grass, the fleeting scent of dying roses, and grief. As I strolled past the rows of graves, I observed more people flock to a new gravestone like crows. What they didn't know is that the grave was empty. They all are empty. Do you want to… Continue reading Day 23: R.I.P
#Inktober2020writersedition Cordelia patted her apron, and a gust of flour swirled around. A bat swooped past at the same moment and sneezed. She chuckled and mixed salt in with the other ingredients. It disappeared into the mixture. Her pet spider pushed over a sprig of lavender. Cordelia clasped her hands together. Wander into a new… Continue reading Day 22: Chef
#Inktober2020writersedition Come away with me to the nightly world. Where there are vicious beasties, forgotten souls, and the graveyard you swore you would never stroll. Your dreams are as real as can be. When you close your eyes, open your mind, and you shall see all there is in the in-between. In need of a… Continue reading Day 21: Sleep
#Inktober2020writersedition He peeked out from behind the coral and shook. His eyes widened when another swam past. She joined the rest that were linked together in a circle around seaweed. It towered over them and flowed like a flame. The coral snapped when he shifted. Their ghastly faces turned to him. Surprise! I am having… Continue reading Day 20: Coral
#Inktober2020writersedition My lungs were burning. A gash in my calf continued to trickle blood when I limped. I couldn't remember how long I had been running or when I slowed to barely a jog. My vision now resembled when you peer into a kaleidoscope. I knew my time was almost up. If you want to… Continue reading Day 19: Dizzy
#Inktober2020writersedition The water moved like her thoughts. Harsh and distant. She had already done the grueling task of collecting leaves, flowers, and branches to rest her friend on. She squeezed her eyes closed and listened to the sound of the water. Then she created a fire and released her into it. Want to read more?… Continue reading Day 18: Loss
50 word story for #Inktober2020writersedition In the dell, down a shadowy nook, a seed nestled in the soil for more years than anyone could remember. The tale about it had started to decay into existence. But then, as quickly as moth’s wings, she emerged out of the soil with eyes as vengeful as a storm.… Continue reading Day 17: Storm
#Inktober2020writersedition Elwynn's ears perked up, and she kicked her legs when soft mist touched her cheeks. She cooed. Curiosity filled her mind when she gazed up at the mobile that hung on the next branch. Stars, moons, and a grey rocket that had red gossamer threads cascaded down like a waterfall. Follow me to Harthsburg...… Continue reading Day 16: Rocket
#Inktober2020writersedition "Is anyone there?" Jess waited patiently for any response. The radio was quiet, and he drew another line in his notebook. The wind roared. He surveyed his surroundings like something else had caused it. He slammed his radio down. When he looked up, his body quaked. It wasn't the wind. Check out my new… Continue reading Day 15: Outpost
#Inktober2020writersedition In the woods near a cave, armor laid rusting, forgotten by all except for the worms, the mice who had made a nest underneath the breastplate, and weeds that fought tirelessly to grow out sideways. Then she appeared in the night and grabbed it like it never truly was forgotten. Follow me on IG… Continue reading Day 14: Armor