Tranquility

The road wound like a snake over the treetops. A soft wind blew through the leaves. It was a lonely spot, tranquil and serene. The cars raced in, streaks of red and blue, tires etched black trails into the road, engines roaring and squealing. The trees quivered like frightened children. Eve's foot was pressed to...

So Close to the Edge

Reddish-brown ledges capped with green growth stretched into the distance. The sky was clear as a painting. He felt the warmth of the sun against his skin. It was like a postcard but could touch and smell it. He'd never felt so alive. Then the ledge gave way. Gravity latched onto him like a hell-fiend,...

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers- The Old Stones

This is my response to the photo prompt for this week's Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. You can find the original here. Word Count: 149 The Old Stones Two weathered stones, older than memory, stood resolute in a field of bright green. No one knew why they had been put there or what their purpose was....

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge- Keeper of the North

This is in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo prompt challenge for this week. Off the rocky northern shores of Marihad, a stone fortress sat upon a barren, tiny isle. Here in this fortress lived the Keeper of the North. It was an old title, going back to ancient times, passed down...