Ivy Wynter is an aspiring novelist who has finally gathered the courage to share her work with the world, starting with her short stories first. You can find updates on her work by visiting her Instagram page: Ivy.Wynter.Author
Framed Part Five
Frederick leant against the entryway of the kitchen, and peered across the living room to the couch. Well, wasn’t this a familiar sight?
Framed Part Four
Frederick cleared his throat as he glanced about his meager apartment. "It's, uh, not much," he muttered. "But we won't be here long. Just need to get a few things." He pocketed his transporter medallion, shucked off his coat, and tossed it over the back of the recliner. “You can, uh, just...relax on the, uh, couch, I guess, and I’ll...pack some things.”
A Place of Memories
Laughter echoed through the air, the sound light and happy. "It's not that hard, sunshine!" Meredith turned her scowl on her boyfriend, who grinned down at her sheepishly and held up his hands in surrender.
Framed Part One
From the old, rotten beam it hung, gently swaying from side to side. The rope creaked and the wood groaned with the weight of it. It was oddly mesmerizing in a grotesque sort of way.
Framed Part Two
So, this is the place. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with his hands on his hips, Frederick took in the quaint little shop with a curious eye. It reminded him of a cottage, smoking chimney and all. And was entirely out of place squished between the two office buildings.
Framed Part Three
"T'is is 'er?" Borris questioned in obvious surprise. Frederick grunted in confirmation as he stared at the little witch through the two-way mirror.
Virtually In Love
Beth pulled the brush through her hair one last time as she assessed herself in the mirror. She really should put on some make-up, or mascara at least, but she'd promised she wouldn't.
Write. Just Write.
As writers we're constantly searching for ways to make ourselves, and our work, better. We follow every writing account on social media. We listen to podcasts and sign up for email subscriptions. We buy books that tell us how to write a book. We do all this in the hopes that what advice we manage to actually retain will make us better writers. Perhaps some of them will stick, but in all honesty, you'll forget most of them the second after you read them. And that's okay; we're not going to remember everything. If we did, writing probably wouldn't be the profession we'd choose to pursue.