Sixth seed, Short Story (1,001–2,000 words), next up (possibly) Novelette (2,001 + words) — Out in the Silver Forest, toward the back of Katie’s house, there were monsters. Katie was getting ready to go to bed one night when she heard howling and growling coming from the forest. Normally, Katie would jump into bed, grab a book, and read herself to sleep. But not…

Seventh and final seed, Novelette (2,001 + words) — Seedlings can grow very large and become cumbersome. So they need to be pruned. Thus, you can find the first 6 parts of my seedling, The Silver Forest, by clicking on this link. It is a nine-minute read and introduces the story of Katie and her discovery of the forest…

A dragon is set free — There was a time in my long, long existence when I knew everything. Now, of course, that is not true. You see, I’ve been underwater for several centuries, in fact, so many hundreds of years that I can’t keep track anymore. I kinda got stuck one day and couldn’t get…

Fifth seed, Sudden Fiction (501–1,000 words), next up Short Story (1,001–2,000 words) — Out in the Silver Forest, toward the back of Katie’s house, there were monsters. Katie was getting ready to go to bed one night when she heard howling and growling coming from the forest. Normally, Katie would jump into bed, grab a book, and read herself to sleep. But not…

Fourth seed, Postcard Fiction (301-500 words), next up, Sudden Fiction (501–1,000 words) — Out in the Silver Forest, toward the back of Katie’s house, there were monsters. Katie was getting ready to go to bed one night when she heard howling and growling coming from the forest. Normally, Katie would jump into bed, grab a book, and read herself to sleep. But not…

Second seed, drabble (100 words), next up is microfiction (101–300 words) — Out in the Silver Forest, toward the back of Katie’s house, there were monsters. Katie was getting ready to go to bed one night when she heard howling and growling coming from the forest. Normally, Katie would jump into bed, grab a book, and read herself to sleep. But not…

Third seed, microfiction (101–300 words), next up is Postcard Fiction (301–500 words) — Out in the Silver Forest, toward the back of Katie’s house, there were monsters. Katie was getting ready to go to bed one night when she heard howling and growling coming from the forest. Normally, Katie would jump into bed, grab a book, and read herself to sleep. But not…

First seed, a dribble (50 words), next up is a drabble (100 words) — Out in the Silver Forest facing toward the back of Katie’s house, there were monsters. Katie was getting ready to go to bed one night when she heard them howling and growling. Usually, Katie would just jump into bed, grab a book, and read herself to sleep. But not tonight.

Fantasy Fiction This or That Challenge — Creative writing in high school was always a joy for me. In fact it was my favorite subject ever. I didn’t like it so much when the class assignments were memorization and reading, but I loved to sit down and write something, especially something right out of my imagination. After…

Matt forgets to do his chores — This is a continuation of His Only Solace, a ‘choose your own’ fiction story, initially created by Kathy K. Head back to the previous installment by clicking here or find out how to contribute by clicking here. Matt sat trembling on the thin ragged mat as the diesel engine sputtered…

Flash fiction inspired from an original poem by Marlene Daley — O Autumn How you cause my Step to pause; To cease my bee-like meanderings; That I should gaze upon the beauty Laid out for my pleasure. A kaleidoscope of brilliant color Awaits me at every turn. …

Move Over and Make Room — There was a time, long ago, when our planet was not on fire. I wasn’t living then, of course, because none of us living today lived then. Quite obviously, we are alive now. If one can call it living. Those who keep good company do not call it living in…

There is not one, but two of me in my house — It’d been a hard day in the office of the Toronto Blue Jays in downtown Toronto. Expecting to come home to relaxation, wine and soft music, instead I came home to something that I never could have imagined in a million years. Myself. I mean, there I was, smug as…

The first chapter of a Choose Your Own Adventure fantasy fiction based on a prompt from Jay C Wells — This is the beginning of a choose your own adventure story. Read on and then consider continuing the story according to what you think might happen next! Do you love writing choose your own adventure stories with other authors? Find out how you can do that here! Marigold looks out…

A fiction inspired by Jay C Wells Challenge to save Creativity accepted! See the complete challenge in Jay C Wells’ excellent article to inspire creativity in his friends. Mind Games №1 — Writing Prompts for My Friends Will you dare to wander down this path?medium.com Creativity was in a lot of trouble. It was not only weak, but it was dying. There was an enemy lurking, waiting…

A different sort of dystopia — I remember the day all humanity was forced to ‘believe’. THEY fell like invisible strands of silk from the sky, not just where I live, but all over the world, not in sequence but all at the exact same time. How do I know, you ask? Isn’t it obvious, didn’t…

Flash fiction in response to an AI fractal image challenge — The fog was thick the day the moon fell onto our property. It wasn’t the full moon, of course, but only a fraction of it. “Did you hear that big boom, Ma?” I turned at the sound of fear in his voice, wondering what it is that he had heard. …

My response to Monday Mash-Up #8 — I swear I was just in a hurry to get home that day. I swear that I didn’t know what I was knocking over on that shortcut through the woods. I mean, I knocked over a lot of stuff on that run, and apparently, only one small anthill mattered. “This…

A different slant on the traditional song — 🌲On the first day of Christmas my sweetie said to me, Have a drink, you’re a little looney! 🌲On the second day of Christmas my honey said to me, You’re my dove, have a drink, you’re a little looney! 🌲On the third day of Christmas my man said to me, …

A bird’s eye view There was a time when I could fly freely and joyfully without pain in my wings. I remember the days when flying over Bethlehem and the surrounding countryside was exhilarating, the wind lifting my feathers gently. And a particular time comes to mind that was one…