short story

Grandmother is giving us that look. It is the look of chores to be done. I glance to Musah, but it doesn’t seem like he’s noticed Grandma yet. “Just pretend you don’t see her,” he mutters, getting up from the breakfast table to sneak outside before Grandma says anything. “Isah, Musah,”...

That night the goblin slept in the hairy woodcutter’s house. She was bound and put away in a room with the woodcutter watching her. She could hear the sobs of her friend in the dark. The next day the woodcutters took the little goblin away. She had to walk herself, bound by the rope around her...

The next evening, when the little goblin was watching the village, she saw how there were festivities. The smell of delicious food floated into the forest. A big fire had been made and people were dancing around it. They were wearing beautiful bright colours. The little goblin wanted to also...

Once upon a time, there was a little goblin. All goblins are small of course, but this goblin was small even among the other goblins. She had skin like a forest canopy, a bulging nose and frizzy brown hair with a will of its own. Whenever there was food, the goblins fought for it. They ripped it...

Inspiration is hard to come by! Writing prompts can help you kickstart your writing again, and bring you into new imaginative territory! Therefore, in the spirit of sharing, here are a collection of story ideas and writing prompts that have been floating around in my brainspace for the past...

Permafrost The snow-laden wind angrily blew forward, coating Avgust’s mustache and the fur trim of his coat. The young man stomped heavily through as he pressed on, his hobnail-studded boots digging into the densely packed snow and ice. Padding his empty food pouch in frustration, Avgust...