Into the Snow #whatpegmansaw

Prompt: https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/ 100 words (I forgot that I could write up to 150 words) The force sucked Andrew through the circle of blue fire and into deep snow. He landed face-first. “Ppptthb!” he gasped, staggering to his feet and brushing snow off his cotton pajamas. Why hadn’t he worn something warmer to bed? And then…

Throwback Thursday #21

Today’s Throwback Thursday story is one I posted here a year ago, soon after I started this blog. *** Before I dive into today’s story, I want to share a recent revelation. I’m not sure how exactly to describe it, but I’ll do my best. When I was younger, I couldn’t write anything without feeling frustrated. I…

Throwback Thursday #20

Time to share another archived piece for Throwback Thursday! (And yes, I know this is Saturday, but I’m catching up.) I wrote this one just over a year ago for Friday Fictioneers. It was pretty fun to write, and definitely a challenge to keep the word count so minimal! The Source of the Legend Friday…

Throwback Thursday #19

I just now realized that it’s been two months since I posted here. A lot has happened in the intervening time–I have a nice new job, for one thing–but my focus tonight is to get back into blogging. I miss blogging. It’s a good, no, great way for me to write daily and to learn…

Mumei #writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt and Promptober day 15.  362 words Mumei hovered a few inches above the rocky ground, ragged robes just brushing his cast-off skull at his feet. The violet sky glowered overhead with the threat of salty rain. Chaos slithered and ripped at the air, but Mumei took no notice. He…

Riding the Bus on a Sunny Afternoon

Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi 200 words Delightfully sunny, that’s what the bus driver had called it. Sunlight made her nauseated, and the blue sky–well, frankly it was painful to look at. Wednesday curled further into her window seat and brooded. What if she poisoned everyone? After all, she would rather ride in a hearse. The…

Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner–Double Sight

flight-airport-airplane-plane-34631 pixel photo In the warm darkness, Jove took stock of his surroundings. The sound of his own breathing, the taste of stale air, the sting where broken glass had cut his hands. With his eyes covered, at least it was peaceful. A shattering of glass pierced the silence. His heartbeat escalated into a gallop….