Zander gazed at the magnificent creature before him. It was huge, too huge for him to even think of it as a bird, and it had the biggest unblinking eyes he’d ever seen. On top of that, it boasted a fearsome hooked beak—he’d learned at school that birds of prey had those in order to … Continue reading Writeober Day 14: Owls
Author: E.J. Robison
Writeober Day 13: Books
Can you imagine a world without books? Where hands never went to keys, pen never went to paper, quill never went to parchment? If I were to paint a picture of this world, it would be bleak and dark. It might not even exist. Because without books we may still be able to talk, but … Continue reading Writeober Day 13: Books
Writeober Day 12: Nimble
No one ever saw me. I came and went, venturing out of my hiding place in the woods to have some fun with the humans. I stole trinkets from pockets, chased after ducks, and scared children. But no one ever saw me. They only ever saw the aftereffects of what I’d done. Missing items. Angry … Continue reading Writeober Day 12: Nimble
Writeober Day 11: Seaside
The air she breathed was the freshest she’d ever tasted. There was just something about it; not only was it salty, but there was a crispness that you just couldn’t find anywhere else. Mary took a good look out at the beach, the sand, the waves, the sunbathers all packed together like sardines. Above it … Continue reading Writeober Day 11: Seaside
Writeober Day 10: Tree
I remember the days of horses. Then the clatter of carriages. Next, the cars that filled the air with smoke. I’ve been here for a long time, you see. I don’t quite know how long. All I know is that I’ve watched the world grow and change and turn into a different place entirely. Once, … Continue reading Writeober Day 10: Tree
Writeober Day 9: Glass
It was as if someone had taken the biggest glass bowl in the universe and dropped it on top of a planet. This specific planet’s surface was covered with thick blue marshes, meaning that when the glass bowl had shattered, the pieces had stuck fast in the ground and created a perilous, jagged landscape. (Of … Continue reading Writeober Day 9: Glass
Writeober Day 8: Frozen
I woke up feeling perfectly warm. I sighed, nestling further into my fuzzy blanket. As I inhaled, I could smell the chill in the air—that crisp, clear scent that’s impossible to describe. I sat up and looked out my window. The world was dusted with white. I gasped and reached out to touch the glass. … Continue reading Writeober Day 8: Frozen
Writeober Day 7: “I did. What about it?”
Olivia awoke to see something staring at her from outside her window. She screamed but kept her eyes on the thing, unable to look away. A pair of yellow eyes watched her, though they were filled with detached boredom rather than interest. Realising that the thing had no intention of doing any harm at present, … Continue reading Writeober Day 7: “I did. What about it?”
Writeober Day 6: Haunted
Everyone always said there was something strange about the tiny house on Sepulcher Lane. First, there was its size. In fact, “tiny” was an understatement. It was so small that no one knew how someone could ever live inside of it. Then there was the perfectly manicured lawn, always kept neatly, never even showing a … Continue reading Writeober Day 6: Haunted
Writeober Day 5: Mirror
It is not me. It is someone else who stares back at me with the same eyes. They move when I move, they speak the same words that come from my mouth. I find myself entranced. It should be a face I know so well, and yet, it is foreign to me. Its appearance is … Continue reading Writeober Day 5: Mirror
The Story Canvas 