Bettina stared at the cat sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. She shifted right and the cat followed. Shifted left, same result. Frustrated, Bettina put her hands on her hips and stared at the stoic feline. She flexed her knees and jumped left before stepping to the right. The cat stayed with her.Continue reading “MOTE Prompt: Finding a Home”
I stood on the river’s edge and stared at the roiling water. Clearly, I was not going to swim across this. I was a good swimmer, but a flood-swollen river was more than I could handle. I guess I was making the trek downriver to the ferry I knew was a half mile away. I’d hoped to avoid the ferry and the contact with someone who could possibly report seeing me to the Guardians, but there was no help for it.Continue reading “River Crossing”
She stared at the screen and sighed. She’d expected this, but having it in writing, staring at her, the blinking cursor waiting for her response, made it all come crashing down around her. It was an impossible dilemma… what one of the old women back home had called being “between a rock and a hard place.”Continue reading “Between a Rock and a Hard Place”
What the hell was going on? We had landed with no problems. The previous host had easily sent us on our way and the group commander was aware of our intended target. But now that we’d landed, it was almost impossible to move away from the landing sight. Under ordinary – well, for some values of ordinary – circumstances we should have been able to set up a base camp at the landing site and then almost immediately move out to explore the near in area before sending out larger groups of colonists into the further reaches of the new host.Continue reading “A Living Prison”
Roses. What was it with roses and Gran? Lina stared around the kitchen. Between the paper rose in the front window, the writing over the door into the kitchen from the hall, and now this. She had accepted that there was something strange, even otherworldly about this house. Somehow, she knew it had always been like this, even when she was a little girl, living there.Continue reading “Falling Roses”
I stared at the house. I had grown up in that house, but it held no happy memories for me. No, I didn’t have an abusive childhood. Rather, it was simply a neglected childhood. I’d been fed, clothed, and sent to school, but that was it. The people who’d raised me had done so out of some sense of obligation to my parents, but that was it. They’d agreed to look after my needs – you couldn’t really say ‘took care’ of me – until I turned eighteen and was a legal adult. They’d told me I could stay in the house until I’d found a job and my own apartment, but it had been made clear that that had to happen quickly.Continue reading “Odd Prompts: Invisible No More”
Wandering along the ridge top, Mikhail admired the view. The chain of mountains stretched east and west, and the setting sun sent long shadows streaming across the canyon below on the south side. To the north, broad plains stretched away to the horizon. He could see the rising crescent of what the landing crew was calling Moon #1. Mikhail shook his head in bemusement. The landing crew was devoid of poets or any other creatives. Moon #2 would rise about one Earth hour after Moon #1. He decided that one thing he would do tonight, before sleeping was come up with actual names for the moons. He knew the landing crew would take whatever they could get.Continue reading “Exploring the Wild”
Kyra stared at Wainwright. He was standing just inside the front door, gazing around the pub, and rubbing his hands together in a weirdly gleeful way. She totally did not trust him and vowed to herself that she was going to keep an eye on him and make certain he didn’t sneak anything past her. Several of her regular customers had stopped by the bar to tell her that Miller Wainwright was not to be trusted at all.Continue reading “The Game’s Afoot”
Fantastic Schools Hols is out now and available in ebook on Kindle Unlimited! Have you ever wondered what school holidays can be like for students at magical schools other than Hogwarts? Well, this collection gives you fourteen tales of the adventures of students when they’re not at school. Do they get into trouble at home? Have adventures and mishaps on the way home? All the adventure and exploration that kids get into when they get a break from school, with a dose of magic thrown into the mix.
My story, Christmas Shenanigans takes us back to the world of The Academy Arcane and 13-year old Mo Donaldson when she goes home for the Christmas holiday break. How much trouble can one girl with a knack for kinetic magic get into? Mo Donaldson is learning kinetic magic and she’s getting quite good. Helping her father put the Christmas decorations on the roof gives her a chance to prove to him how good she is. But when things go sliding down, she has to explain the situation to her father and face one of her biggest fears – talking to her neighbor, the grouchy, scary Mr. Cumberland. Will there be a Christmas miracle? Can Mo fix the Christmas decorations and win over Mr. Cumberland?
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A few days later, Lina got a text from the movers letting her know they’d be at the house later that afternoon. She’d managed to arrange to move her stuff out to the west coast without having to return to Boston. Thank goodness for the internet and neighbors with keys who were willing to act as her agent while the movers cleared out her apartment.Continue reading “A New Life”