For the first of the Write Shit Wednesdays I have hosted here on my blog.
The Aravar family is a laughingstock among the four because of the size of our familiars, though we managed to maintain our holdings. Not sporting to pick on the little guy, I suppose.
Continue reading “Golden Son”
For those of you who would like to see my Stories from Nyth in order, here is a list.
I’ll update this each time I write a new story that involves Nyth. Any other stories can found under the category Just Stories.
Continue reading “Chronology of Stories from Nyth”
We, my mother and I, had just climbed out of our little green Nissan.
We walked into the store. Its layout was unlike any place I had ever been. Not that it was particularly bizarre. Just noteworthy that it was foreign to me. I had expected some semblance of familiarity upon entering.
The walls were filled with things I didn’t recognize. The entire floor was bare except for a large (you could swim in it, though I would rather swim with sharks) wire bin in the middle of the store. Within it existed the only thing in the store I knew. I found no comfort in their familiarity.
Continue reading “Tidal Wave”
I was running and I didn’t know why. It was dark. It was raining. I could only tell I was moving across grass because of its familiar feel beneath my feet.
Not by its wet crunch. I couldn’t hear that. Not because of the rain. I couldn’t hear that either. Sound was absent except for one.
Continue reading “Will I Have My Answer in the End?”