Prompt 47 | Week 47: Pride
Deadline: 24 November 2021
Word count: 1200 – 1500 words
Please do not post before the deadline.
After Misha had given Evie a mild sedative she soon calmed down and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Niklas made sure she was tucked in before following Misha to the bedroom. Next morning Evie found her…...
Faya was woken by impatient knocks on the door. She rubbed her eyes, and shot right up. The tournament! Day 3! How could I have slept in? “Be right there!” She yelled as she jumped out of bed to…...
“Stop.” Morgan sank to the chair. “I just need a moment. The memories are all there, but they’re…fighting.” He held up a hand. “I’m still trying to figure out who I am.” “He’s right. It’s a jumble in my head.”…...
“Fuamnach, please.” Fuamnach stared down at her husband. He had crouched low and was cowering against the trunk of a tree, the butterfly trembling on his shoulder. He was pathetic. The man she had fallen in love with so long…...
Of the few souls Violette and Corlwyn trusted well enough to travel with, none would have been surprised that the twain had slept straight through dinner and into the long, quiet hours of the night. When they did awake, it…...
Marcum stared, mouth agape. His brow furrowed as he tried to think of something to say to this small creature. “Catching flies?” the tiny boy said with a curt simile of a smile. Marcum knew this type of kid. He’d…...
Cora crumbled and Talia leaped forward to catch her. “No.No.No,” Talia lowered Cora to the ground the knife still lodged in her abdomen. Blood bubbled from her lips as she tried to speak, but no comprehensible words came out, “I…...
