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. “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
This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: #writephoto. Lesa walked down the beach as the waves crash the shore. The sand beneath her feet washed away with each new wave. The smell of the salt water tickled her nose. She looked over her shoulder at the house behind her. Her parent’s
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. Ewdin waited for days in his tree stand and this is the first stag he’d seen. He took aim and fired. One shot and the stag went to the ground. He jumped down from the tree and walked over. You’ll do just fine.
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
