…and didn’t win. I didn’t cry (well, maybe a little bit) because something was pulled out of me. A story like no other that I could have imagined. I’m still working out the how, why, and what happens next, but it’s mostly done in my head. There is a lot of world building I haveContinue reading “So I entered this contest…”
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Ode to a Chocolate Ball
Dedicated to my sister Marjorie They lie in wait for my gaze to reach them. They hide in the fridge, silent as the night, until, upon the light of the opened door, they make themselves known. Oh foolish me, to think that I could not look at them and wonder. Yet there is no wonder,Continue reading “Ode to a Chocolate Ball”
Martin took in his fellow conscripts to see how they were fairing.
Many of them looked sad and forlorn, and dressed like him in simple clothes, fellow farmer’s boys who had the misfortune of being conscripted. There was one young lad at the far end who quietly cried to himself. He thought he should feel sad too, but he was too excited about the new life aheadContinue reading “Martin took in his fellow conscripts to see how they were fairing.”
I thought you had no one of age here.
Barouk looked at Martin, then at the lieutenant, then back to Martin, Then back to the lieutenant. Although his mouth was working, no sound came out. Then he looked at Tessa, who was covering her mouth in shock, her eyes wide. Barouk didn’t know what to say, nor what to do, as they watched MartinContinue reading “I thought you had no one of age here.”
The soldiers, four of them led their horses to the house and stopped.
They wore chain mail hauberks over their dark green tunics, with wide leather belts that held their scabbards for swords and knives, dark green capes with the king’s emblem on them, the shiniest of metal greaves that led to their just as shiny armored boots, and shiny metal gauntlets. They were striking figures, even withoutContinue reading “The soldiers, four of them led their horses to the house and stopped.”
“Drake, this really hurts!
And do we have to walk like this? I can make it there just fine without your help.” “I know” he said with a chuckle. They had made their way to the back and were about to cross the field when Barouk shouted after them. “Don’t walk across the field! You’ll leave tracks in theContinue reading ““Drake, this really hurts!”
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.”
This story is about another time…
…when wizards and horses walked the land. It’s a something that came to me in a dream, as many of my stories do. And if you’re looking for a happy ending, this ain’t it. It’s a long read, with a sort of twist, if you enjoy perspectives. I guess it’s a cautionary tale. Just cuzContinue reading “This story is about another time…”
