Prosy: Through the Snow

Title: Through the Snow
Word count: 419 (incomplete total: 610)
Rating: G
Prompt: aldersprig's: Shoveling a path to the world.
Notes: This takes place two or three years after Harvest Day, and further into the winter.


Mama was sick. She said she wasn’t, but Tarnik knew better than that. Her belly and her feet were all swollen up, and she didn’t want to get out of bed. She kept making Papa bring her cups of tea and bowls of soup. Tarnik remembered how Papa had brought him lots of tea (even though he didn’t like tea) and soup the last time he had a cold.( Read more... )

Prosy: The Wrong Path

Title: The Wrong Path
Word count: 362 (total: 3,465)
Rating: G
Prompt: kay_brooke's: The wrong path/is it really the wrong path.
Notes: This is several months after the other prison planet stories that I've written so far, but it's a scene I've had in mind for a while, so I'm pretty excited about it!


It was a beautiful, thriving, old-growth forest. The trees—even if they weren’t any that Carla would have recognized either from the biomes at home or pictures of Earth—were tall and beautiful, and the light filtering down through them was green and gold. If they hadn’t been able to tell by the slow warming of the air over the several months they’d been on this planet, she would know for certain that now it was summer. There were birds singing in the trees, and little animals scurrying about under the bushes (some of which were certainly the same kind that the men were now preparing for their supper.) It would have been a perfect, peaceful day, except…( Read more... )

Prosy: Seeking Shelter

Title: Seeking Shelter
Word count: 303 (total: 3,210)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: smeddley's: The storm's path
Notes: Hey, look! I wrote a Wasteland story with an actual sorceress in it! Considering how important a part magic is to my conception of this world, I haven't done much with it.

This got a lot creepier than I expected as I continued it...


The trees were whipping around them. The wind was coming faster and faster. Piri knew she had to get her family—her friends, but her family of choice—to safety. But which way? Where was safety? She wanted to climb a tree, but it wasn’t safe. The children were all crying. Her friends were trying to calm them down, but not having much luck.( Read more... )

Garden of Prose summary

The January Garden of Prose is now complete! I've written 8 stories for 8 prompters. Most of them are incomplete, and I hope I'll be finishing them and giving final sponsorship prices (as well as starting to send some out for traditional publication) soon, but here's the list:

On the Trail
Air Traffic
The Pathless
East
Interview
Through the Snow
The Wrong Path
Seeking Shelter