Posted Oct 04, 2017, in Stories, by Lynna Landstreet
So, there is this Inktober thing, where those who choose to do a drawing each day for the month of October, following a different one-word prompt each day. And I like this idea, but my own imagination tends to work more often in writing than drawing these days. So I have decided I am going to try it, but in whatever format inspires me on any given day - probably mostly writing, but you never know, there could be some drawing or photography or something in there too...
I'm starting two days late, so it may take me a little while to catch up, but for now I give you my first contribution, for the prompt "Swift":
Swiftly they fly overhead… To mortal eyes, just dark clouds, flung by chill winds across a grey October sky. Yet those who look beyond appearances sense them as much more.
The chill edge of the wind is not merely the breath of oncoming winter, but the icy touch of the grave. The veil is beginning to thin; the passage between worlds preparing to open.
Posted Mar 01, 2012, in Stories, by Lynna Landstreet
Another Flash Fiction Challenge from Terrible Minds — this one was to write a complete story using only five sentences and no more than 100 words. I wrote two.
Yes, I'm aware of the significance the hill has in local folklore - they say it's a sidhe-mound, a dwelling of the fairy folk.
And I've seen all the protests and petitions demanding my company spare the site, but they mean nothing to me, because there's only one thing I care about right now - and contrary to public opinion, it's not profit.
Only one thing will hold back the bulldozers and excavators, stop the hill from being levelled. Only one group has that power.
Posted Jan 10, 2012, in Stories, by Lynna Landstreet
Written for the Thousand Cats LiveJournal community, November 30, 2009.
I can’t abide deceitful little girls! Constantly making up ridiculous stories to draw attention to themselves — it’s absolutely maddening. I know many people just smile indulgently and write it off as childhood imagination, but honestly, if they don’t learn to tell the truth when they’re young, what on earth is going to compel them to do it once they’re grown?