“Hey!” Adam snatched the bag of pumpkin seeds from Eli. “It’s my turn!” In fact, six-year-old Adam knew very well it wasn’t his turn, but he wanted the crows to flock around him again. Now they were surrounding Eli and he was feeling rather ignored. Knowing that Eli would soon steal the bag back from … Continue reading Writeober Day 27: Crows
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Writeober Day 26: Campfire
Dale finished up a song with a flourish, strumming his guitar so violently that the pick nearly flew out of his hand. The group around the campfire clapped, some laughing at Rod’s terrible and boisterous singing. A folk song was suggested and Dale fiddled with the placement of his capo, trying to find the easiest … Continue reading Writeober Day 26: Campfire
Writeober Day 25: Sharp
In a country, near a village, in a tiny wood, there was a tree. It was surrounded by many of its own kind, but this one tree in particular was special. As the village grew and the people tried to expand the road and construct more buildings, they cut down the edges of the wood … Continue reading Writeober Day 25: Sharp
Writeober Day 24: Rain
It was a day that could only be described as miraculous. After months of starvation and drought, the clouds finally gathered and the rains poured down. The earth greedily soaked up the provision from heaven itself. The naiads and dryads that had shrivelled up along with the rivers and trees suddenly sprang back to life, … Continue reading Writeober Day 24: Rain
Writeober Day 23: Space
Electra has watched age after age of the universe pass by. It’s difficult to compare her life to ours because her surroundings and experiences are so entirely different. She doesn’t know what a home is, or what a tree looks like. She’s never seen water. And in contrast, we don’t understand complete and utter silence … Continue reading Writeober Day 23: Space
Writeober Day 21: “This, this makes it all worth it.”
Despite the life-threatening situation, I cheered. I hadn’t thought I’d get this far. I hadn’t even thought I’d escape the station alive. I’d put every single hope on this, and somehow, it was paying off. I was nearly jostled out of my seat by a forceful blast and I reminded isles that I was in … Continue reading Writeober Day 21: “This, this makes it all worth it.”
Writeober Day 20: Monster
Monsters come in many shapes and sizes. Some may be obvious from their outward appearance, while the monstrous qualities of another may lie entirely on the inside. This is why monster hunting was a difficult job for Arthur Peer. If he captured someone who looked or acted like a monster and they ended up not … Continue reading Writeober Day 20: Monster
Writeober Day 19: Wind
I am unlimited. I have no shape or form. I move about as I please, slave to no man’s will. I wear many faces, perform many functions. I am fear. I am comfort. I am the voice of the one who made me. I am stillness. I am rage. I am the heart of the … Continue reading Writeober Day 19: Wind
Writeober Day 18: Picking Apples
If the cool, crisp air of the winter’s morning hadn’t already brought about a spirit of cheer in the heart of Meg Walton, then the prospect of apple picking surely would have. She had lived her whole life without going apple picking, but now that her family had moved to Tennessee, it was an easy … Continue reading Writeober Day 18: Picking Apples
Writeober Day 17: Whispers
It was a whisper that started it all. The word was so soft that the King didn’t hear it until it became more than a whisper. It became talk. It became an idea. Next, it would become reality. The King retreated into his castle, throwing out anyone who breathed or thought the word. It spread … Continue reading Writeober Day 17: Whispers
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