The first of the winter frost clung to the trees as Anaheld walked under the looming branches, carrying firewood in her arms. Little drifts of snowflakes danced around her and her breath clouded in the frigid air. There came a soft sound from the dark trees and Anaheld turned to see a beautiful woman, pale... Continue Reading →
Anova rode alone alone through the Grimwood, deeper than she'd ever gone before. All around her loomed the shadows of ancient trees. In one of those shadows, the stone hut stood with its door ajar. Tempted by curiosity, Anova pushed the door open and stepped inside. Herbs and bones lay scattered across wooden shelves. An... Continue Reading →
If you did nothing illegal, it wasn't really stealing. The tax collector told himself this each night as he counted his coins, smiling as the gold ran between his fingers. He took enough to pay the Sheriff and then a little more. It all happened in a flash as he rode back through Sherwood: arrows... Continue Reading →
“You lookin’ at me?” Paxton asked, waving an accusing finger. The deer head didn't react, possibly because it objected to his attitude, but most likely because it had been dead and stuffed for a long time. It was a family heirloom, shot by Paxton's grandfather, an industrialist with a great deal of money, free time, firearms,... Continue Reading →
After writing a lot of stories about people going into dark forests, I decided I needed to stop doing that for a while. But then this week's Mondays Finish the Story pulled me back in, so I present to you a story about someone going into a dark forest. Word Count: 149 Not knowing what to expect,... Continue Reading →
A young girl, running for her life from vicious raiders, heads into the forest. She prays for help, but will any arrive?
I’m in a patch of forest where winter is always present. The leaves here have long since leapt off their branches and now they only crackle beneath my boots. The trees are skeletons and the sky is a grim, grey, gloomy, overcast veil. A river only as wide as a door runs through this forest.... Continue Reading →
It's Mondays Finish the Story again and, as usual, you can check out the prompt here. I've tried something a little weirder and more experimental this time. Word Count: 145 "I see absolutely everything." This is what I say, but it does not begin to describe it. Words fall short. It's more than seeing. I can feel... Continue Reading →
