Tag: Supernatural Thriller

HALLWAY

This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. “Dona mihi transitum scholae.” The nausea, the spinning, the stomachache. Emme landed with a thud and fell hard. She worked to calm her stomach and the nausea and took deep breaths. It took a few seconds, but she managed it. When she opened

FIREBALL

This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. The transportation worked. Almost. Emme didn’t get back to the school but she did get away form the man who wanted her dead. She managed to get herself to the end of the pathway. “TRIBUS defendat.” Nothing happened. This was her fault. The

THE LESSON

This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. “Esmeralda Gossling.” Emme wasn’t in the mood for another lecture. Twice she snuck out, and twice she had been found by those who wanted her dead. Even worse, The Three had to rescue her a second time. Emme knew there wouldn’t be a

SECOND CHANCE

This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. After her failed outing Emme had been conciliatory, studying harder, practicing more, listening to her instructors. But she needed more. She approached her instructor. “Ora, I’d like to go out. I need to see my family, friends, Ben.” Ora glared down her nose

THE MISTAKE

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

TRAINING

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

THE THREE

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

ANGLEWOOD

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

DESTINY’S PATH

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.

SIGNPOST

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