Concert | #53

“I”ve never been to a concert before, Ale,” Demi murmured. Her sharp fingernails dug into his suit-covered elbow, finding no purchase on the slippery fabric. “I’m a little–” “Entranced?” Ale flashed a winning smile. “You’ll enjoy it, darling. I promise. It’s really very simple.” “That’s what I’m worried about.” “No one will be watching you.Read More

Banter | #52

“Aww, just look at them! So cute–bantering back and forth. It’s almost like they’re–” “Friends,” Helena cut in, her voice as sharp as her narrowed eyes. “Don’t even try, Donovan.” “Try? Me? Whatever did you think I was going to say?” “Something stupid–that might get you killed or worse–assigned to my squadron. I have betterRead More

Hydration | #8

“You need to stay well hydrated,” Sari scolded. She unscrewed the cap from a fresh bottle of water and promptly emptied it over her best friend. “Honestly!” Muriel cracked a smile, wincing when it pulled her crackly skin a bit too taut at the corners. “Sorry—kinda preoccupied.” “You’re always preoccupied,” Sari muttered. “You’re the mermaid!”Read More

Breakout | #7

Leona groaned, drooping in the mirror’s reflection as she saw the bright red pimple on her forehead. Still glaringly obvious in spite of the four different home remedies she’d tried. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered, half to herself. But it wasn’t the first time her skin had reacted after overuse of her special gifts. ItRead More

Quartz | #6

“Quartz? You mean, like a piece of rock?” Jodie rubbed the back of her head, expression mirroring the absolute confusion she felt at her father’s question. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “You can manipulate it, can’t you?” He demanded, his voice harsh. “Hurry!” “I-I don’t know. I’ve never tried.” “Then try!” “But–but itRead More

Walking Glasses (Friday Fiction)

FRIDAY FICTION : CONTEMPORARY FANTASY “…And that’s your spell?” High Magician Maurous looked down his nose at the grim trainee. “Miss Lucien, you do realize that spell creation is a significant portion of your overall grade and will affect your ability to graduate in a suitable standing for your station?” Ravina Lucien stared back, calmly.Read More

Middle | Prompt #218

Middle. She was always the middle. Never first. Never last. Just stuck. Right there. In the middle. In the shadow of Jamie’s greatness. In the wake of Allison’s brilliance. Plain old Sherry. Their music teacher, Mrs. Grey scowled fiercely over the top of her tiny golden glasses. “Class!” she said, severely. “You must pay attention!”Read More