This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Jadis yanked Emme’s arm forward. “We’ve got to get to the next escape passage.” Emme bent over and put her hands on her knees breathing in fast and hard. After catching her breath, she stood. He was there. On the hill in the
Compromised Emme couldn’t remember the last time she’d left Castle Cahercasey, her guard never left her alone. She knew the risks. The danger. Someone wanted her dead. The Three had protected her, but it wasn’t without a steep price. So many lives lost. Yet she still had no idea why. They keep telling her she
50 Word Thursdays # 42 The rules: Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything! Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find
Elle hated the way they looked at her. She despised it. For the past twenty years, no one spoke to her, maybe a wave here or a nod, perhaps a casual hello. Nothing more. Yet the looks they gave her gnawed at her. When would it end? If they only knew the truth Another month
Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. Miriam landed outside, in the open, on a deserted street. At least she hoped it was deserted. If someone saw her… The thought made her shudder. What the hell is going on? This is the fifth time in three weeks they
Linda walked into the local store—to chat with Carrie and confirm plans for later. “Hey Carrie, still done at five? Dinner and shopping remember?” “Yes, I’ll be ready to go at five.” “Great.” Linda walked to the chip aisle. After staring at the shelves, she decided on Red Hot Chips. On the way to the
Phyllis stared at her grand-parent’s old house. So many memories. Jacks on the porch (Grandma cheated), Hi-Ho! Cherry-O, cards. Grandpap listening to the radio. Her family sitting on the porch talking and laughing. She missed stopping with her friends and Grandma giving them snacks and drinks. Anyone who stopped would be treated with something homemade
Mariam sat on a bench in an unfamiliar building staring at a pole with four strange circles surrounded by numbers. Where was she? Or more importantly, when was she? Nothing about this place was remotely familiar. Not even the history books she studied had anything in them resembling this place. She looked around for anything
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. “Are you ready to leave, Lisa?” “It’s so beautiful. Let’s stay a little longer, Gregg.” “We can’t. We’ll miss the ferry and there isn’t another one until tomorrow.” “I don’t care. We can get a place here.” “We could, but all of our
50 Word Thursdays # 68 This weeks phrase: “As she watched, Miss Tonks drew a pistol,” – M.C. Beaton’s Colonel Sandhurst to the Rescue Kayla watched the couple walk down the street from her tiny window. Life wasn’t normal, it hadn’t been for months. Only the elite had outside privileges. But things were about to
