We had entered deep into the woods, far past the reach of a usual day hiker who just needed to get out for a few hours before returning to the comforts of their urban life. Out here the trails had a little less wear to them, with the force of the natural world pushing ever … Continue reading The Worst Trail Guide Ever
Tag: supernatural
A Donkey’s Wisdom
For as long as I remember, this mountaintop has been my home. Sitting atop my humble nest of rock and the shirts off of men and women's backs, I meditate until a new student arises over the mountain's crest. Today a man in a yellow shirt arrived, side by side with a donkey carrying all … Continue reading A Donkey’s Wisdom
Code Inspection
It's not often that a writing prompt truly captivates me for more than a few hundred words. With the exception of a few 1000+ word stories written in response to a few prompts such as Retirement, Boxed In, The LSA, to name a few, most of my responses are fairly short. Not to mention that … Continue reading Code Inspection
Unregistered Tenants
This story was originally submitted to this writing prompt. Little did I know at the time that this short 400+ word story would be the kernel that lead to a five hour writing session where I churned out a 5000+ word sequel titled Code Inspection to this tiny dialogue only story. I hope you enjoy … Continue reading Unregistered Tenants
Boxed In
This story was originally submitted to this writing prompt on reddit. When I had chosen my desired form of a small wooden box to sit within the castle’s storage room, I did not anticipate the kingdom to fall so swiftly. Just the month after I had assumed the form my potential prey had been either … Continue reading Boxed In
Recessive
You’d think that being the only human amongst a family of vampires, werewolfs, and shapeshifters would suck. Hell, it’s a perfect premise for young adult novel. I can picture it now: a young hero or heroine is facing an identity crisis while their mother is out every full moon fighting hunters, their father is a … Continue reading Recessive
Sad Sack of Flesh
Dana used to love the smell of coffee shops. The way the aroma of the freshly grounded beans just filled the air was like a cozy blanket by the fire to her. They where places she could go in times of comfort. Even during the outbreak just seven months ago she had holed up in … Continue reading Sad Sack of Flesh