I chose the image of the Cornwall coast for my twenty-minute sprint this week. I’m returning to Kyran and Neal, who I created for Image Prompt 23, just to explore that snippet a bit further. I’ve been reading back through some of my old Image Prompt responses lately and finding interesting kernels to continue exploring.
Kyran stood beside his car, looking down at the beach below. It was still fairly cool, so there were only a few people down at the beach today. No one he knew. No one that would know him. He hoped none of them would know Neal either.
“I hope you haven’t been here all night,” Neal said as he walked up beside Kyran.
“No,” Kyran replied. “I left to find a place to sleep.” Neal didn’t need to know what meant a place to park his car where it wouldn’t be seen and he could sleep in the back seat.
“Good,” Neal said. “I didn’t bring my car,” he added. “It doesn’t make sense to have two if we’re going to be strapped for cash.” Continue reading
I chose the image of the black cat in the black back pack for my twenty-minute sprint today. I set this in the same world as my books, with a student at Black Ashe University, the Wiccan University in Fort Madison as my main character. I hope you enjoy.
The Face of a Cat:
Kyle padded out of his room into the kitchen, starting the coffee maker more by feel than sight. He’d been up late last night finishing up his essay on metaphysical translation spells. He’d thought this was going to be one of those boring, reading dusty old tomes kind of metaphysics classes, but the professor was new, and was actually having them research spells, discuss how the mechanics worked and how they could potentially rework or recombine different mechanics for different spell effect. It was the most fascinating class he’d taken as Black Ashe University so far.
Once the coffee was brewing, Kyle stopped in the bathroom, then returned to the kitchen, actually turning on the light this time and opening the fridge.
There was a soft noise from near the door, almost like there was an animal outside growling.
Kyle straightened up and looked toward the door. He had the food for his late class in a bag hanging behind his backpack so he wouldn’t forget to pack it. They were taking turns providing snacks so everyone had something since they met during normal dinner hours.
The noise came again. Continue reading
I chose the picture of my black cat, Locke, looking out the kitchen window for my story prompt this week. This is the product of a twenty-minute sprint and a quick copy-edit.
Midnight had her paws up on the kitchen windowsill so she could see outside. Amanda smiled as she got out of the car and saw her familiar watching for her arrival. She hurried to grab the bags out of the trunk but walked carefully up the steps. It had snowed again today and she needed to clear them off again, maybe put down some more salt to keep things from getting slippery.
Amanda unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“Hello my lovely,” she greeted Midnight, who was now sitting on the counter right beside the front door.
Midnight meowed happily, brushing her head against Amanda’s arm since her hands were full.
Amanda chuckled and set her bags down, petting Midnight with one hand as she closed and locked the door. “All’s well?” she asked.
“No callers or intruders,” Midnight informed her. Continue reading
I chose the image of the stone bridge in the UK for my twenty-minute sprint this week. And then I was having so much fun that I kept writing, so this is longer than usual and definitely wasn’t written in only twenty minutes. I still did the usual quick copy-edit before posting, so please excuse any errors I missed.
Aaron held Jason’s hand as they walked down the road from the little village where they were staying. There was a lovely little stone bridge Aaron wanted to look at. Jason found them interesting because of the engineering principals involved and how old they were. Aaron thought they were lovely and had found that any kind of water crossing had potential to be a place where mages placed protections. In a country as old as Britain, he thought there was a chance there would be traces of some kind of spell he could study.
“We’ve walked back to every old bridge we’ve crossed on this trip,” Jason said as they arrived. “Is there something about them besides the look that you find so interesting?”
Aaron smiled. Jason knew him too well. “They’re a common place to find the remains of spells,” Aaron confessed. “If a village had a mage, they would put protection spells on bridges and fords and crossroads to guide those who intended harm away from their home.”
“Find any so far?” Jason asked, squeezing Aaron’s hand. Continue reading
I selected the image of Scotland cityscape for my twenty-minute sprint this month. I hope you enjoy the beginning of this idea.
This Is Not Our Basement:
Michael made his way down the stairs into the basement to investigate the weird noises. His roommate must have left one of her weird experiments running, because the combination of bubbling noises and sharp knocking sounds made no sense and wasn’t rhythmic enough to be music.
The light was still on, but she’d put up a red filter so it didn’t do more than make sure he didn’t trip on the stairs. He didn’t see her as he reached the bottom, but that didn’t always mean anything. Continue reading
I selected the image from Calton Hill in Edinburgh, Scotland for my image prompt this week. A twenty-minute sprint and a quick copy edit produced the below. I hope you enjoy it.
Ryan walked slowly up the steep grassy hill. When he’d agreed to meet Xander at his school, he’d expected a university or a secondary school. The address he’d found for Celestial Academy in Edinburgh had been at the top of the hill at one end of the city. According to the website, the place had been some kind of memorial back in the twentieth century, but had since been repurposed for private use. The web didn’t say what the school taught or how old the students were, just that it was highly selective and students were invited to apply. Continue reading
I selected the image of the south wall of David’s Tower for my prompt today. I’m also playing with characters from some previous posts. You first saw them in my 2017 A to Z challenge story (story starts here), and they appeared again in my response to Image Prompt 028. I hope you enjoy.
Need of You:
Uriel materialized in the world inside a castle. It was cool, but far better lit than any castle he’d been in when they were common place. Michael had told him that it was only a few months since he was last sent into the world. Avery had need of him again.
There were voices further down the corridor, so Uriel took a moment to observe himself and his surroundings. He could feel that he looked the same as he had in his two previous encounters with Avery. He was wearing black pants and a simple dark green shirt. There were sturdy boots on his feet and a dark jacket folded over his arm. Continue reading