Trust Issues Part Two
Trust Issues Part Three
Christmas Eve With Truffles- a Christmas Story
On The Run
On the Run II
On the Run III
On the Run IV
On The Run V
On the Run VI
On the Run VII
On the Run VIII
On The Run IX
On the Run X
On The Run XI
On the Run XII
On the Run XIII
On The Run XIV
On the Run XV
On The Run XVI
A Beautiful Day
Writing prompts:
By day the hum of insects and the chattering of monkeys were ever- present, although if one were quiet she might hear the sound of dislodged pebbles, or see a shadow darting through the ruins, almost as if she were being followed. At night however the city truly came alive, with strange lights in the high towers, and the occasional sound of chanting punctuated by blood- curdling shrieks.
Inspired by the lost city of Opar in the works of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Also a visual inspiration here.
The rain began to fall as they faced the cavernous entrance. The entry hall was dim, but they could see torches flaring and hear the sounds of revelry. This ancient structure had been many things in its time- a monastery, a fortress, even a refuge for outlaws. Large parts of it were abandoned, the echoing halls a testament to the skill of long- dead builders. Some enterprising soul, however, had endeavored to bring light from darkness, and the tavern just off the entry hall was born.
Drunken revelers and abandoned, shadow- haunted halls didn't always mix though. No one knew where the great gateway to the caves beneath ultimately led, but many set forth to find out. Some of them even returned.
Inspired by this image.
She stepped closer to the Gate and could hear it humming, the power rolling off it in waves, like heat distortion on hot pavement. Occasionally little flashes of electricity would spark from it, and she could see images of other places flickering within. The bridge didn't extend all the way to the shimmering portal, but she would have to find a way to reach it if she were to leave this place, and leave she must. All around her rose the pillars, reminders of the thriving city that had once been here, before the waves took it. Other structures broke the surface as well, as if to take one last breath before being submerged.
Inspired by this image
The rain fell in sheets as the fire crackled, and I shivered against the cold. Occasionally gusts would blow rain in sideways and the fire would pop and hiss. No one said much, just huddled closer in a vain attempt to dry out, stay warm. All it did was rain, seemed like, anything else was a distant memory. At least we had a tarp to keep the water off. There was an explosion from below, followed by wailing, but that was nothing new. I think by now we barely noticed.