Jeb, what are you going on about…

“The King’s men are coming! They’re looking for, volunteers! No, they’re looking to consrip, conssip, no, cospiric.., dang it, they’re short on troops and they want your boys!” Martin gasped. Barouk stood in stunned silence. By then his wife Tessa heard the commotion and came out of the house. “Barouk” she called. “What’s wrong?” “NothingContinue reading “Jeb, what are you going on about…”

Martin wondered about the world.

He envisioned market squares bustling with people, with sellers offering anything you could imagine. Wool, cotton, silk for the richer folk, meats, buns, duck, rugs, pelts, leather. There would be smoke in the air from the cooks and the smoke shops. Voices would be heard everywhere, either hawkers trying to convince the crowd that theyContinue reading “Martin wondered about the world.”

So I’ve had this task to do.

Which is to write a passage that leaves you hanging at the end, and then to re-write the ending into a bigger cliffhanger. And here it is. What do you think? Ready? Sheila cried out. “There isn’t time, we need to go now!” Barry was still on the phone talking to the head of theContinue reading “So I’ve had this task to do.”

I didn’t want to go to a graveyard for a picnic,

…but my boyfriend Jake insisted. He said it would be great, and if any spooks showed up he would beat them to within an inch of their lives. I rolled my eyes at that, and asked if he was just trying to get laid. “Naw, baby. It’ll be great. Look Val, there’ll be a fullContinue reading “I didn’t want to go to a graveyard for a picnic,”