Home / Writing / Fiction Friday

Fiction Friday

Fiction Friday 8

Both of the men started, turning around to face threat before registering that the voice was a woman’s. But her size raised their hackles again. She stood a head taller than them. Anything else was hard to see. She stood near the trees, shaded from the moonlight. Peter realized that ...

Read More »

Fiction Friday 7

Click here to see the previous entry for the story line of Peter, Char, and Donquio. There are clarity changes I would do to it now, but alas, so it is. When the twilight had deepened into dark night and the first sister moon peered over the trees, Peter was confident ...

Read More »

Fiction Friday note

When things are happening: Golwin’s story is occurring some years before the opening of the novel, which I’m tentatively calling “Light of the Uruthwai”. Peter’s story line happens about a thousand years earlier. The first entry for Peter is chronologically well after the next entry and the one I’m about to post. ...

Read More »

Fiction Friday 6

Golwin had to wait for a full eleven days, the finishing of this week and then another, before going to the primary soldier barracks, for youths from their ninth years through their twelth. At ten, he wouldn’t be the youngest, but would still be young enough to gain lots of training before ...

Read More »

Fiction Friday 5

Golwin sat at attention on a chair in the patio. It was the same one his father had sat in years ago, and like his father, he watched a game of map strategy, but it was still Golwin’s future in the balance.  “Why haven’t you put this boy in the ...

Read More »

Friday Fiction 4

“Peter” only received one prophecy in his life, but it was enough so that when the herald’s cries of “Kuzdu!” came down the street, he did not have to run around the library, panicking about which scrolls to save for the generations to come and which ones should never be ...

Read More »

Fiction Friday 3

After Feren left, John trudged back into the house, reluctant to confront the grief of the child. Instead, he found Golwin at the table in the kitchen. Cook had fed him a seed cake. He’d have to remember to thank the servant who took Golwin into the house. John sat ...

Read More »

Fiction Friday 2

Peter lead the three of them as they trudged along their journey. He was little more than a soldier, but he believed and he knew the way of travelling. He stopped and looked up at the range of peaks that had grown to massive proportions. From where they stood, they saw two ravines that ...

Read More »

Fiction Friday

Golwin tossed the flat stones onto the table, smiling at the result. The combination wasn’t so rare, but he hadn’t needed rare. His planning had been so that almost any throw would have won the game for him at this point. It almost too easy. The boy picked up his piece on the ...

Read More »