Long fiction, short stories, endless world building. I have too many things rolling around in my imagination; perhaps if I get better at sharing, I'll get better at finishing.
The rain stung their faces like whips as the wind howled through the canyon. The small form beside him trembled violently. Savos reached beside him, tucking all the furs and blankets tightly around the child. He pulled her closer into his side, cupping his arm around her small shoulders to keep her closer to his … Continue reading The Three Towers: Prelude
Martin watched her. There was something about her, he could feel it. She could be it; the reason he needed, the reason to believe again.
November 2021 Prompt: A Thing To Be Grateful For; an Elder Scrolls tale The sun was hot on Morga’s face, but the wind blowing down the slopes of the Druadach Mountains was icy. She smiled as the wind tousled her long, raven-black hair; it was a welcome respite, even if the work was exhausting. Picking … Continue reading Monthly Writing Challenge (November 2021)
August 2021 Prompt: Write a scene/story including fireflies (in this instance, torchbugs - a bug like fireflies in the Elder Scrolls universe). (https://www.bryndonovan.com/2016/05/20/50-writing-prompts-inspired-by-summer/) The air was heavy, thick with the threat of rain. Her skin felt clammy, her dark hair sticking to the dampness of her skin. Beads of sweat would gather on her forehead, … Continue reading Line-A-Day Short Story (August 2021)
I wanted to do a small something for Memorial Day. Being true to form, I missed the date. Though this time I was struggling with the fact that I had intended for this to be a bit longer, include a scene with their daughter, but there was just something about how that last sentence hit … Continue reading Memorial Day: Dragon Age
This is something I wrote all the way back in 2014 about a side quest and character in the video game Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. I was curious about the little girl's back story, so I let my imagination run wild. It also won me First Place in a local creative writing contest my town … Continue reading Little Red
Whitney Writes... 