For the writerverse one sentence fic prompts.
“So you see,” he concluded, as the enemy ship sank beneath the waves, “the only difference between a pirate and a privateer is whose flag they fly under!”
The days moved too slowly towards the start of her holiday, yet the hours rushed past as she worked on her dissertation.
The first words to shatter the sudden silence were, “Now, I don’t want to shoot anyone else, so let’s be clear that, given the current circumstances, anything I tell you is not an advisory, it is an order!”
High or low, black or red, you win a little and lose a little, but it’s the house who always wins.
Prompt: role models
Another supposedly childfree character gets pregnant and she wonders, “Where are the women like me?”
Title: Weathering the Storm
Prompt: For the writerverse prompt ‘calm the storm’
Summary: Poem. He’s there through good and bad times
Warnings: Strong emotional themes, hinted depression/mental anguish
(This is a m/f piece but I see no reason the sentiment wouldn’t work just as well for a f/m, m/m, or f/f pairing.)
Continue reading Prose poem: Weathering the Storm
Title: Winter’s Kiss
Type: Terza Rima
Warnings: a mild threat of sexual assault but in a non-explicit way often found in folk songs – and ultimately it is only a threat, for this is no ordinary woman; character death
Snow was falling on the ground
Soft and white and cold
Winter’s chill was all around
Through the woods he strolled
He came upon a pale dame
Quite a beauty to behold
“Tell me love, what is thy name?”
“I’m Nieve,” she did reply
“Nieve, you are in my domain,
With you I will lie.”
Her eyes flashed an ice blue;
“Well, you can but try.”
His corpse was found and this is true
Frozen solid, through and through
[Image: black and white photograph of a lighthouse. Text reads Ever present light,cutting through the dark of night,to keep the ships safe]
The water looked deep and inviting
She stripped off down to her bikini and edged forward. She dipped one toe into the lake and gave an involuntary shriek when the water was much colder than she had expected.
It would be all right once she was fully immersed, she told herself sternly. Gathering up her nerve, she stepped out into the lake, ignoring the chill that ran through her, biting her lip. When the water was just above her waist, she ducked down so her shoulders sank beneath the water. Her teeth were chattering but, finally, she began to acclimatise.
She took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the location and then began to swim with long, elegant strokes. She was utterly alone, and blissfully content.
Word Count: 653
Prompt: For the therealljidol prompt “Crossing all the T’s”
Summary: Being an editor is a thankless but essential task.
Continue reading Fiction: Communication
Another “wolves” story. A newcomer wishes to woo Ameris and join her pack.
Continue reading Fiction: A Wonderful Gift
Barrett offers her brandy, companionship, a handkerchief, but Abigail cannot so easily be comforted.
Continue reading Fic: Small Comfort
Sometimes names are just names. Sometimes they are symbolic. Sometimes they’re more than that.
Thomas was thrown to the stone floor at the base of the steps. Despite his shackles he struggled to his knees, refusing to lie there complacent. He raised his bruised face defiantly and curled his lip, though that made the blood flow afresh.
“Thomas Daniel,” he said proudly. He was named Thomas for his grandfather, a great hunter, and the family of Daniel had long served the rightful king. “Who are you?”
The woman sat on the throne atop the dais regarded him with brown eyes that were filled with distaste. “I am Queen Ameris, ruler of the House of Conrí.”
Continue reading The House of Conrí