Writing Prompt

I feel the cold wooden chair under me as I lower into the seat. The ivory walls and white grantine columns emanate the chill that fills the musky air of the library. The dim candle light provided by the rate sconce casts flitting shadows about the reading carols behind every corner. I feel the faint breeze I’ve grown familiar to these recent weeks, the smell of old books and Farrago’s citrus soap...

Aurora stumbled through the dense underbrush, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep her footing. She was illuminated only by the pale light of the moon, which flickered through the canopy above.

She was lost, she knew, disoriented by the twisting paths of the mirror world, caught in a maze that extended as far as the eye could see. The trees seemed to loom over her, their bra...

Brady was trying to figure out how long it had been since he was in Wellmore and then decided if he couldn’t remember, it had been too long. The drive down from the university had been uneventful, and beautiful since it was the peak of the fall leaf season. He turned onto the road to Aunt Mattie’s house and then remembered; it was no longer Mattie’s house, it was his now. He made his way around th...

Ryan explained why she gave a recorded statement. States she has plans to disappear.

The police arrest the Devlin brothers and their security team in a coordinated plan.

One beige plastic table, two lightweight chairs, four bare walls, Detective Hatchett guided Ryan to a chair in the interrogation room. In a plain gray dress, the Android was wide eyed yet calm. From the ceiling visor holograms of...

She sat holding him as tears poured from his eyes.

“Their coming.” He whispered under his breath.

“We will be okay.” She responded gently rubbing his back.

They sat for about thirty minutes.

And everything was silent.

But, why was there a draft in the air all of a sudden?

Why was it so quiet?

Did the blood seekers know where they were?

Or was it just their fear?

Thoughts danced around in her head...