Friday Fictioneers – In the Grimwood

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...

Of Dark Arts

Growing up, I was always shadowed behind the greatness of my family. My mother was known for her cruelty, her mercilessness, and her dark beauty. My father was known to be sadistic, furious, and his unyielding power. My sister was known for her dark sultry power, her nefarious and wicked ways, and her ability to...

Mondays Finish the Story- Outside Perspective

Time for this week's Mondays Finish the Story! I love these challenges because they really force me to whittle down my stories and focus on the essentials. For this week's prompt, go here! Word Count: 150 From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by. She saw birthday balloons and funeral veils. She saw young...