It was late and Jill was still in her studio. The painting she was commissioned for seemed uninspiring– flat and stale. It was due in the morning and she felt pressured into creating a masterpiece in only a few hours.…
Tag: Sketches
Bite sized stories
Threading a Needle
The sand, now cooled from the evening air, feels rough against my feet. Salty sea spray washes over me as the clouds roll across the sky. The last sliver of sunlight dips down over the horizon, casting an bright white…
The Floating Castle
Hues of red, pink, orange, and silver spread far and wide across the pearl white, smooth walls rising from the clouds. In the floating castle, handmaidens weave the dreams of the children below into rich tapestries that get sold on…
The Lockpick
Shimmering wings flapped furiously as the tiny sprite pushed its long arm deep into the keyhole. The copper lock was old and warn, but still clamped shut as if it were new. Her fingers squirmed and wrapped delicately around each…
Only I Notice
Frost lays on the ground, a blanket covering the grass. The sun rises just barely over the horizon, stretching warm rays across the street. My breath hangs in the cool air as I walk past the giant oak trees. A…
Broken Silence
Jordan ran through the tightly packed crowds. She squished her purse against her panicked chest. A small glint of slivery light caught in the sun. She pushed through a small group of people just as she heard a loud boom…
The Meeting
The Queen of Cups held her hands over her eyes as she slumbered down the street. It had been one of those days where she couldn’t find the silver lining to be grateful at all. The Ace of Swords, carefully…
All’s Not So Quiet on the Beach
Sam looked in the waves that were recessing into the ocean. His pointy ears rose over the small tufts of hair growing on his head. Grey smoke rose from a patch of baldness where a long ponytail lock of hair…
A Story About the Vent
The vent in the floor is white and speckled with dust. When I come home and decompress from all the stress and events of my day, it whistles cheerfully as the heater turns it on. It’s almost as if it…
Ramblings.3
Still silence ring breaks the tie that binds the wrists sleep blood pumps towards new lyfe future holds no good, no bad people-ants trying to get by make a living live money clouds overhead rain sizzles flameout scratches flesh beating…