Category: #WritePhoto


This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. Emme paused, looking up from her textbook. Classroom instruction had taught her so much, but she wanted to do more. Learn more. Practice. Reading about protection and practicing it were two totally different things. Sure her teachers praised her, but she was the


This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. So much had happened to Emme after she met The Three. When she had first met them, she couldn’t believe three twig figures could do anything to protect her. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. The Three represented Good, Peace, and


Alfie couldn’t believe they made the portal into their world so easy to spot. He’d worked his entire life to hide their existence and now this? He shook his head. This needed to be changed and changed immediately. The Elder Council mustn’t know about this. That was about to change. He would go before them


This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. Emme stared at the three figures on the plain as Jadis stood beside her, chanting. Somehow, she knew she had to be here. But she had so many questions. Foremost, was she truly a witch. What made her the chosen one? Why


Ryllae flitted to Old Godrrick and Koilap and landed betwixt the two. She pulled out a small pouch and reached inside sprinkling faerie dust and chanting “Amicis nostris bene ac defendat (be well our friends and protect us).” The trees bowed and their roots pulsed. Ryllae leaned in and placed her head against Godrrick and


Built by his ancestors centuries ago, Anglewood had been passed down to the eldest son each generation. Today it became his. He loathed the thought of it. Anglewood, his ancestor’s house, sucked the life from all who tended to it. Levi walked up to the front door and stared. It needed a complete makeover. But


Emme shook her head. “No, I want us to stay here. You picked this gorgeous spot and packed us lunch.” “Okay, but if you aren’t feeling well—” “I’m fine, Ben.” But she wasn’t. Something about this place resonated deep inside. This place had some meaning. What she didn’t know, but she needed to find out.


Wesley woke and dressed for his morning walk. His daily routine since purchasing his home in the country. The smell of the grass, the flowers, the rain fresh countryside invigorated him and prepared him for his day. Today, he chose not to follow his usual path, but rather to explore the field on the far


Petra walked the shore of Allanon many times but stopped and turned around before passing Ambercrest Cave. The legend surrounding the cave had everyone afraid. She had to know if the legend was true but didn’t want to go alone. She convinced Aydran to explore the cave with her. “Are you ready?” She asked. “I