Inktober 2019

Inktober 2019: Tasty

Posted by on Oct 25, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#25. Tasty The woods exploded in movement. Even as FitzWilliam’s woodsman fell, a smooth stone blooming from his brow, his groom vanished into the trees, screaming. The shrieks did not stop. And Thomas found himself surrounded by a ring of small blood-capped creatures. “Tasty, tasty, tasty,” they chanted as the circle closed.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Dizzy

Posted by on Oct 24, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#24. Dizzy Nothing happens. Then a voice of stone rumbles, “Why have you come, child of the mountain?” Alys cannot speak, dizzy from a sudden lack of air. “It was not her doing,” FitzWilliam yells. “So show yourself, else the girl dies.” His woodsman nocks an arrow to his bow. “Father, no!”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Ancient

Posted by on Oct 23, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#23. Ancient They stop before an ring of ancient trees, twisted branches barring the path. The last time she’d been here to the Gap, Thomas had joined her— FitzWilliam yanks Alys from her horse. “Come out, come out, whatever you are,” he murmurs, and thrusts her into the midst of the trees.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Ghost

Posted by on Oct 23, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#22. Ghost “Where are we going, my lord?” Despite her fear, Alys succeeds in keeping her voice steady. FitzWilliam does not answer her question, but rather poses one of his own. “How does one go about snaring a ghost, I wonder. What bait might lure such an unholy thing out of hiding?”   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Treasure

Posted by on Oct 21, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#21. Treasure “I found this on the path, my lord.” His man handed over a familiar dark circle. Alys’s ring. A memory: her slender finger marred by a red scar. ‘It has burned you? Then why do you wear it still?’ ‘You gave it to me. Why should I not treasure it?’   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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Inktober 2019: Tread

Posted by on Oct 21, 2019 in Inktober 2019 | 0 comments

#20. Tread He ought to go investigate the fires. Instead, Thomas turned his horse northward. The roadway to the gap was strangely overgrown, so they dismounted and continued afoot. “Tread softly here,” he instructed his companion. There are far too many unfriendly folk listening. As if in answer, the ground shook angrily.   #50wordfiction #inktober2019writeredition

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