Spokeswoman Adventures
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I'm attempting to follow a creative writing prompt for every day of January. They'll be posted here!
Stories (17/0)
The Sundial
The little boy loved his grandpa’s garden. It had the most beautiful plants and blossoms all year round, and was chock full of the best hiding places. On a lucky day, the boy could catch several toads and caterpillars, and still have time to fill his pockets to the brim with “special” rocks and acorns before lunch. He loved quizzing his grandpa about all the flowers and trees and pollinators buzzing around - what their names were, and why they grew that way, and how come they bloomed at different times. He hadn’t found one yet his grandpa didn’t know, though sometimes it took him a minute to think about it before he would answer.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Humans
Simple Joys Gelateria
It had been a hell of a week. Oliva strode out of her office building and looked down at her phone to check the time. It buzzed as she did so. “Deadline for the Murphy deliverables moved up to Monday” The text appeared on her screen. It was from her boss, Jack. Olivia attempted to sigh but it involuntarily came out as a groan. So much for that nice bubble bath and bottle of wine she had planned for the evening. That scene in her mind evaporated and was replaced by an image of herself drinking lukewarm coffee and working from home late into the night.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Fiction
Under the Bed
It was bedtime, Maggie’s least favorite time of all. Not only did she have to brush her teeth, but she had to go into her bedroom, alone. Of course, she wasn’t alone. That’s why she dreaded it most of all. You see, there was a monster under Maggie’s bed.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Families
The Floating Market
Sarai Bunchu ducked under the awning poles of a nearby artisan’s stand to avoid a tuk-tuk full of tourists careening down the crowded street. She adjusted her sarong and sighed. The air was thick with humidity and always seemed to have the faint smell of fish sauce wafting about in this part of the city. She hurried through the streets to the floating market. The streets narrowed as she approached and then opened up into a slender canal, choked with ruea hang yao, the long-tail canoes of the vendors, weighed down with fresh shellfish, squid, and fruits and vegetables of every variety.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Families
The Skeleton Key
Today was finally the day. Morwenna was being assigned the mentor under whom she would apprentice for the next ten years, in order to become a witch. She was elated, as the Matching Ceremony was the rite of passage that signified her graduation from the Conservatoire. And she couldn’t wait to leave the school behind.
By Spokeswoman Adventures2 years ago in Fiction