A weekly dispatch of creative writing from around the web by Kaiter Enless.
“She had a nightmare last night: a horrifying one that carried small bits of the occurrences she had buried deep down in her heart…”
“I’ve heard rumors that she still loves me. Rumors, rumors, rumors… I don’t know what is true anymore. If she loved me, if she truly loved me then why would she do this? I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t…”
From Elizabeth Fiction Writing: The Man On The Train. A unlikely meeting on a train prompts a woman to recall her musical childhood.
“The memory faded as soon as we were out of the tunnel and I could once again see everything around me. I shook my head as if it would help me clear my thoughts. Surely, the man on the train couldn’t be the same person?”
“I can see a sorcerers haze where the tracks end. I think it’s Elder Magic, maybe a portal.”
“The craftsmanship of his generation could speak of an artist’s sensibility, a fact recognised by a number of authors, who took the trouble to write and thank him when the first pristine copies of a book arrived to reward their long hours of effort.”
“But what is joy? So dead and coy Just ask this man Who’s still a boy”
“‘Liam, come quick!’ she hollered. ‘The President’s been shot.'”
“The air in the makeshift snow cave was only slightly warmer than the air outside. Luckily, our Elvish DNA kept us from freezing but just barely.”