Tag: #writephoto

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

LAST SUNSET

This story is prompted by Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt:  #writephoto. ”Elliot walked to the tree in the back corner of his land. He’d come here to think, to relax, to unwind. He enjoyed the view. As he came closer, he saw her. Under his tree. Enjoying his special place. He paused, watching her.

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 PORTAL

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

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

THE PROTECTOR

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

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.