It's a hashtag. I "took it over" in 2021 with a couple other writing conspirators from World Anvil. We share something from our worlds each week on Tuesday. I have been using it as a deadline to drive my process of writing, editing, and touching up layout for one flash fiction story a week. Some of these stories will only be available for a week so check them out as they come out! To get access to past stories, Join my Patreon.
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Jan 3rd 2023
Clop, clop, clop. The cane made that noise relentlessly as Hanna walked down the street. It was sharp and loud compared to the sound it had made on the farm.
Dec 27th 2022
A mineral compound composed mostly of feldspar and basalt with a varying quantity of moonstone and bloodstone.
Dec 20th 2022
The Anhult Rise stands two hundred meters straight up on the far eastern edge of the K'hala Swamps and Anhult Woodlands.
Dec 13th 2022
Library and training facility maintained by the wizard Nathan Avast in Etonia.
Dec 6th 2022
The town hall's watchtower stands tall in the back keeping the people and fields safe. Walking through the town, hammers clang and kitchens hum. The horses neigh in the stables and people come and go.
Nov 30th 2022
I took a break!
Nov 23rd 2022
River Bend's Lost
In brazen dark pine I absolve the dsypathy, malignant, and craven forces that took my Gift. I'm ready to explode but the strategic path fits the equation. Weird fireflies escape boundaries along a threadbare spine, they tell me my prey is baked into time
Nov 16th 2022
River Bend's Storm
A shiver rippled up the Shaman's spine as he released the energy of the land. The thorned vines he called from the ground withered around him.
Nov 9th 2022
River Bend's Book
The Shaman pulled a book from his satchel. The holes in the worn leather cover exposed birch bark pages marked with patterns .
Nov 2nd 2022
Recent events prompted a moment of reflection. The meeting table had become a chaotic scene. Papers, dirty plates, half-filled glassware, leftovers, and three cats covered the table—the comforting remnants of nearby friends and companions.
Oct 25th 2022
Start of the Travel Log
For what had to be the hundredth time he grasped the stick tight in his left hand and spoke the words taught to him. Tiny tendrils reached up from the stick, attaching to his hand. He let his mind wander to a reflection he deposited long ago.
Oct 18th 2022
Crystal of Eylium
The flying city had something unique at its core that the Queen desired. A giant crystal in the depths that powered its mechanisms. It also focused its people's energy and had made them a difficult foe.
Oct 11th 2022
At the tunnel entrance, there was a statue of an egg, taller than both of Kibber and Verin combined. The egg had a carved dragon wrapped around it with an engraving on the base. The carved words had faded with time, but the hard outlines remained.
Oct 4th 2022
A fine mist filled the air. A staircase carved from the stone twisted down onto the floor of the cavern. A crystal in the ceiling cast light down on the floor. Grass, trees, and life flourished down here.
Sept 27th 2022
Submission to World Anvil "On the Shoulder of Giants" Writing Challenge
Echoes of the Past
In the forest, we had traditions that had protected us for generations, but they have started to fail. The Great Wyrm protected us in the past, and we hope to have found safety with him again here with your arrival.
Sept 20th 2022
"Grandma, let's keep moving. We need to check on Grandma Fusun and Grandma Hazan. Plus get to market and then pick up your herbs." Sanem hurried her grandmother down the street.
Sept 13th 2022
Grandma Nuray sat in the dirt of her garden, welcoming her company. The tomatoes had grown tall on wooden frames. Chives, oregano, and catnip were spaced along the base of the tomatoes.
Sept 6th 2022
The gates stood open. Some of the buildings were unstable and crumbling. The cold of the expanse had overtaken the city, nothing was growing. The structures stood as a monument to a different time.
August 30th 2022
More About Kibber
Perhaps I was always an explorer. But, looking back, I thought I was a cook, and that was all I needed to be or would be.
August 23rd 2022
Do you have primrose in your recipe book? It can find and open portals.
August 16th 2022
Libraries of the Eylium Court
A winding path traveled down an enormous hall, the Spring Library had that. Trees in alcoves every thirty feet, it had those too. There were Storytellers standing by the trees!
August 9th 2022
The Hunter emerged from the icy portal. The shear cliffs of the portal gave way to an slick incline. This used to be a pool, filled with water. He paused to put his air bag into a pouch on his belt - no longer needed. He rested for moment on his rope.