50 word story. #Inktober2020writersedition A devious grin spread on my face. I felt the intimate tug of my master like an imaginary vine had wrapped around me. I welcomed my transformation as my bones cracked, my skin shrunk, and my face shifted. I ran freely unnoticed. Although I was small, purpose filled my bones.
50 word story. #Inktober2020writersedition Diving into the chilly pond, my bubbles looked like a giant tail. A gleaming light flickered like a flame at the bottom where a cluster of seaweed was. As I parted the seaweed, a crystal-encrusted sword sat atop the sand. I took it proudly like I had just been knighted.
#Inktober2020writersedition Karissa crouched down below a bush. The thicket had been calm, but finally, a deer came. Steadily, she raised her bow. She heard leaves crunching behind her and hesitated. Her hands trembled when she felt an arrow resting on the back of her head like she had become the prey.Â
#Inktober2020writersedition He scurried from the castle, his eyes gleamed like daffodils, and he gleefully laughed. The goblin's shabby pants pockets were bulging at his sides. They were filled to the brim with an array of rainbow jewels. His right pocket was bursting at the seam, leaving a trail of treasure behind.
50 word challenge for #Inktober2020writersedition Her body slumped beside an aged tree. She pulled out a shimmering stone and pushed it into her chest. Piece by piece her body broke away like glass. Slowly, she turned into a white shadow. The starry night welcomed the wisps of her existence like a king would his queen.
In the hollow woods, they crept. Every villager had an inkling of what they were and the surrounding villages had their own folk stories to tell, but only Karissa had seen one. It's true that she would laugh at the stories, and dance at the festivals in honor of them called The Shadows. That was… Continue reading The Shadows