This is a short story I submitted to Reedsy.com as part of their weekly writing prompts contest. The prompt was "You made a promise to yourself you'd finally do it on the first day of spring. Today was the day." I was really happy with how it turned out. So without further ado:     … Continue reading “Clipped Wings”

The boy’s greatest fear was, without a doubt, being forgotten. On bad days the thought loomed over him worryingly. Dread followed him like a shadowy figure just out of eyesight on worse days. And while it was a powerful motivator, it was just as much an inhibitor. He had begun to stagnate both as an artist … Continue reading each individual grain of sand in a desert is a tiny work of art

"Oh the grove? Well you're in luck, friend. Not too many people besides myself know the way there. Just walk for a long enough time down this path and you'll reach it.” Puzzled, the traveler pressed the stranger for more. “I can't tell you much more than that. Other than you'll know you've reached it … Continue reading an even shorter side story

“How many times would you say you’ve looked up? Like at the sky, and felt something. Sudden meaning or an answer to all of your problems?” “76,892 times.” I replied. I looked at her. Then I looked up. “Make that 76,893.” She grinned for a moment, then the wistful expression on her face came back. … Continue reading a short little side story

There’s this concept of the ‘soul of travel’. A merchant woman who sold me some leather cloth in the last village we stayed at explained it to me. She said that journeys have an incomprehensible, yet tangible energy within them. And that once you’ve been travelling for long enough you’ll start to feel its rhythm. … Continue reading Soul of Travel

The marsh was full of life. An endless cacophony of sounds could be heard. Swooping dragonflies. Distant and unnamed insects chirping obtrusively. Regardless, the two men trekked onward as silently as they could manage. Despite the light clatter that their equipment made, they successfully reached their destination without attracting too much attention to themselves. A … Continue reading Marsh Story #1

It’s not as bad as I thought. I’m not being crushed by the snow, and there’s just enough space for me to breathe. Not even the cold was a problem anymore. I just had to deal with the numbness. The worst thing about this was the feeling of being trapped, knowing that this is the … Continue reading Light Snow