Javana screamed. Not a someone please help me cry, but a blood-curling ‘put me out of my misery’ shriek.

Sayrin dashed over the worn dirt paths faster than Hana expected. Hana followed, her arm aching by how hard Sayrin gripped it. Every few minutes another horn sounded, wailing through the trees. “These paths aren’t used very often,” huffed Sayrin, “I know them in and out. As long as we can keep them off our ...

I… I lost my thoughts for a while. We were in a different place. I want to go home. Javana sniffed. What was the incredible scent? My stomach growled. No. That came out of my mouth. I sound like an animal.

Hana stared in disbelief. “The… what?” she asked.   The woman gave a huff as if Hana should know. She stood about the same height as Hana, looking human, aside from an indigo-blue tint on her wrinkled skin. With her arms on her hips, she shuffled closer. Hana gulped, aware she was in some sort ...

Hana first saw the Ghost on Tuesday, after the rain slowed. The weak morning sun broke through the silver and lilac streaks of clouds, turning the sky and earth soft oranges and vibrant yellows. The grass sparkled, the river flowing past nearly white as Hana pressed her nose against the chill glass and peered outside. ...

Alara, in complete rapport with Jacard, saw through his eyes, though she sat in a meditative position on a mountain several miles away. Jacard noticed two unknown wolves approaching the area. He attempted to keep his position with the sun behind him. The recent additions made it more strenuous since their distances place them at ...

Ivy Three grows up in a five-thousand-person space station called The Exodus. The ship orbits two hundred and fifty-four miles above planet Earth. It’s a safe space, providing a stable life, a place full of windows where electric trains run, crops sprout from well-organized fields, and workers walk in lines like ants in a colony. Ivy sleeps ...

The biggest driftwood log I could manage to roll into the whitewater river now bobbed in and out of the rapids—with me clutching to the top of it. I gripped the makeshift handles I chiseled out with sharp stones. My bare feet and hands had long since gone numb and locked up, though I was ...

Dista made her way back to her quarters within the catacombs. Today she wore a blood-red dress. The top was skin tight, with the bottom flowing back and forth with every step, making a slight swooshing sound as she walked. Her shoes were gold with foot-high steel stiletto heels. Those shoes could kill. She pushed ...

Everyone has a week where things didn’t exactly go as planned. This can be extremely frustrating for any number of reasons. Last week, I planned to finish a book that I was given to beta read, and I couldn’t touch it at all because I was so tired. This week I’m making good progress, and ...