Here's the revision I told you about. It's the original story cut in half... Enjoy! Mason winced as the coffee seared the roof of his mouth. In a clearing in the woods, he’d built up his camp. His tent gave him shelter, the fire kept him warm, the woods were where he could hunt and … Continue reading The Scent of Raspberries: Revised
I've been making steady progress on Frigid Nights, averaging a chapter every three days on my first round of edits. It's mainly grammar and basic fixes, the more intricate edits coming later. I've been delightfully surprised that my chapters have actually been pretty good so far in regards to grammar and wording. I imagined they'd be … Continue reading Chugging along / Title Change?
Mason sipped at his cup, wincing as the coffee seared the roof of his mouth. He set the cup down on the moist grass freshly covered with dew. His blanket under him kept dry throughout the night as he had slept under the stars. The morning sun had stirred him and he used the remnants … Continue reading The Scent of Raspberries
You arrive at the house. You’ve never been here before but you’ve driven passed dozens of times. You’ve wondered what it looked like inside and if you’d ever get the chance to see. You wanted the chance but you didn’t at the same time. You open the thin screen door and announce your presence to … Continue reading CW Prompt: Ritual
Rennick slowly pushed through the knee-high grass, the smell of dirt and untouched earth in his nostrils. A plain of foliage lay out before him, expanding in all directions until on three sides it reached the forest and one side, directly ahead of him, was the tragically abandoned city. In the distance, he saw the … Continue reading CW Prompt: Ghost Town
