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
Author: E.J. Robison
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
Writeober Day 4: Loud
The sound was deafening. It was difficult to believe that something as normal and everyday as water could make such a noise. The complexities of nature, I thought, never end. And then there was the size. I could see out to the rest of the falls and couldn’t fully grasp how small I was in … Continue reading Writeober Day 4: Loud
Writeober Day 3: Dramatic
“I’m allowed to be dramatic, I’m an actor.” The words were uttered with such seriousness that Kate had to chuckle. “I know you are, and I also happen to know that actors eat their vegetables.” Ten-year-old Ben looked at his mother with a frown. “You don’t know any actors.” “But I have talked to some, … Continue reading Writeober Day 3: Dramatic
Writeober Day 2: “The Easy Part”
Reg took a long, dubious look at the holographic projection in front of him. “And?” Sarai prompted him. He scratched the dark stubble on his chin. “You’re expecting us to get past at least one hundred robot guards, avoid tripping the fifty-odd defences, and gain access to the main terminal?” “Not ‘us.’ Ezzie. You know … Continue reading Writeober Day 2: “The Easy Part”
Writeober Day 1: Leaves
“Wake up! It’s Fall!” Bree groaned, the fogginess in her brain telling her it was much too early to wake up. She rolled over, turning her back to the voice. “C’mon, Bree, you don’t even know what it feels like outside!” “Too early for outside,” Bree mumbled. “Too bad.” Something dumped on top of Bree—or … Continue reading Writeober Day 1: Leaves
Reflections on Fall Weather (from a Floridian)
The first day of Fall makes the world seem like an entirely different place. When I walked out of the house this morning and took in my first breath of chill, crisp air, suddenly nothing looked the same. The fallen brown leaves strewn all over the ground had been there for weeks, but I only … Continue reading Reflections on Fall Weather (from a Floridian)
William Windsor
Good morning (or afternoon, or evening), everyone! I’m back today for a fun fact that at least had me smiling this morning! William Windsor might seem like a normal enough (though very British) name, but in this case it actually refers to a goat. A very special goat. William Windsor I (also known as “Billy”) … Continue reading William Windsor
The Story Canvas 