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
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Castle Cahercasey did provide Emme and her guard the protection she needed, but the price was high. Her guard always surrounded her, and she never went outside. Never. She stared out the window every day. She could see the calm stream running close
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Emme stood there shaking. So much had happened in just a few short months. Her life turned upside down. She went from a normal teenager to the Chosen One, a powerful witch. Or at least that was what she was told. You couldn’t
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Emme couldn’t believe it. She managed to get back to the school, back to the classroom. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Once again, her incompetence caused a problem. Ora was dead. The Three didn’t appear. No one came. For being the Chosen One,
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. “Dona mihi transitum scholae.” The nausea, the spinning, the stomachache. Emme landed with a thud and fell hard. She worked to calm her stomach and the nausea and took deep breaths. It took a few seconds, but she managed it. When she opened
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. The transportation worked. Almost. Emme didn’t get back to the school but she did get away form the man who wanted her dead. She managed to get herself to the end of the pathway. “TRIBUS defendat.” Nothing happened. This was her fault. The
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. “Esmeralda Gossling.” Emme wasn’t in the mood for another lecture. Twice she snuck out, and twice she had been found by those who wanted her dead. Even worse, The Three had to rescue her a second time. Emme knew there wouldn’t be a
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. After her failed outing Emme had been conciliatory, studying harder, practicing more, listening to her instructors. But she needed more. She approached her instructor. “Ora, I’d like to go out. I need to see my family, friends, Ben.” Ora glared down her nose
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Emme paused, looking up from her textbook. Classroom instruction had taught her so much, but she wanted to do more. Learn more. Practice. Reading about protection and practicing it were two totally different things. Sure her teachers praised her, but she was the
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. So much had happened to Emme after she met The Three. When she had first met them, she couldn’t believe three twig figures could do anything to protect her. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. The Three represented Good, Peace, and
