As River stepped through the door – which had mysteriously swung open, even though she could see no doorman – she felt beyond overwhelmed. The hall was large and spacious, with tapestries woven with bright, bold colors hanging on the walls. Mosaics made of polished jewels were spaced...
Amara glanced up at the sun. “Hurry. We are late. It is not good form to be late when meeting your king.” She sped up to a slow, graceful lope that River recognized immediately.
“Hey, how can you do that?” she asked, matching the pace shakily at first, then smoother, so that she and Amára’s...
Your way of distancing yourself is much nicer than mine... for me, I always suddenly myself watching the scene on TV. Sometimes I can cover my ears, or close my eyes, or fast-forward the scene, but I've never been able to turn the TV off completely. Other times, if the dream is really bad...
Suddenly, a thought pounded through River’s mind – her phone. Her phone might be working again. She had to call her mom and tell her to call the police. She had to tell her that some monsters has escaped from a zoo and that Caleb was missing and that a crazy person, no matter how beautiful, was...
River awoke to the sounds of singing birds and rustling leaves. She blinked, staring stupidly at the wood ceiling above her, her mind a complete blank. All she was aware of was the sounds of a forest and the paneled ceiling she stared at. A moment later she realized she was very thirsty. Some...
Well, I'm not sure if beef stew could cause any sort of dreams like that, but I do know that I'll never turn that one into a story. It was waaay too creepy, and that's an understatement. Not sure what caused it, but I did see a rather creepy image of the evil, nose-less guy from Harry Potter...
“Then stay there! I think that’s yarrow. I’ll only take a second.”
Caleb wavered for a moment, then chased after his sister. When he caught up with her she was kneeling next to the flowers, grinning. “This is great!” River said. “It’s yarrow, all right. The leaves are unmistakable...
Chapter I
Fifteen year old River walked next to her brother Caleb on the sidewalk, her bright blue earbuds a sharp contrast with her dark outfit. Her black mock turtleneck, black cargo pants, and short black boots weren’t her usual style, and the gothic colors had surprised her friends. She...
A little six-year-old girl called River Greene sat perched upon her bed, a pouting expression on her face as her slightly-blurry gaze skimmed across the books on her bookshelves. With a dramatic sigh, she fell back and groaned in an oddly sing-song tone, “Bored, bored, bored!”
Just then, her...
Generally, I don't plan at all. I type up random ideas for the series and scenes as I go along, and I find that approach typically works best. I mean, for my current series, I wrote a scene that ended up half-way through book two, a scene that's going to (probably) end up in book 4, and of...
One of my more disturbing dreams actually happened last night. Most of it was a random garble of stuff my brain had absorbed from the waking world, but the last scene truly frightened me.
A girl was standing in a room, with a whole bunch of wooden crates and rickety-looking ladders around her...
I recently discovered the Peryton, and I wish that more people would use it - I've never come across a single story that has even a remotely similar creature. Just look how beautiful it is!
Well, I'm not sure if this counts "subverted", but in the world I've made for my fantasy series, I have Faeries and Pixies listed to two different beings - though technically, the Pixies are a sub-category of Faeries. I have it so that Faeries are only female, and tend to have lighter, brighter...
Well, I won't pretend to know anything about depression, but I'd say that writing can certainly be stressful and bittersweet. And there are times where a writer just can't stand their own story any more (been binge-writing, the story isn't going the way they'd hoped, slammed into a giant wall of...