I somehow both can’t believe we’re into week three of Inktober: Writers Edition but equally, I’m really starting to flag a little now. Especially as I’ve been starting prep for NaNoWriMo next month which is A LOT of work. I’ve succeeded with the 50k goal for the past two years and I want this year to be no exception so I’m trying to make sure I’m as ready as I can be as I had a lot more free time last year! Still, we’re not there yet so without further ado I present days 15-21 of the Inktober 2019: Writer Edition challenge.
“You’re sure this is the place?” Zeke grunted.
“Yes,” sighed Zara.
“It’s just a ring of mushrooms”
“I know what I saw. We just have to wait.”
“We’ve been here for hours and…” Zeke paused, mouth hanging open as seven fae dragons materialised in the circle and began to sing.
Tig circled the Tiefling girl, growling. Injured or not she refused to become prey but was finding it hard to concentrate with all the blood she was losing from the wound in her gut. She readied herself to strike just as the girl called out.
“Would you like some tea?”
“Why do you keep so much junk?” David groans, grabbing another dusty box from the back of the attic space.
“I don’t like to throw things away” Lara protests.
“Even this?” David holds up an old, stained teapot, rubbing at a stubborn spot.
“You have wishes three” A voice booms.
Closing her eyes and gathering her power it felt as if the universe pulled at her, the entire cosmos bearing down, the gravitational force of hundreds of planets, the heat of a trillion stars. She pulled at the threads within and let them escape in a torrent of defiant force.
“You broke my arm!” Lore exclaimed as Clair nearly tied off the sling she’d hastily made from her scarf.
“You shouldn’t have kissed me!” She yelled, tugging a little harder than perhaps she needed too. Lore hissed and gritted his teeth.
“I thought you wanted me to!”
“The tracks lead this way.” Zara nodded forwards.
“Into the dark spooky forest?” Zeke asked, fear clear in his voice.
“Yes,” she huffed, “He’s your friend, don’t you want to make sure he’s okay?”
“Of course. But does it absolutely have to be this way?”
Zara sighed dragging him along.
Lucien sat with an ornate box, resting it on his lap before opening it and gazing at the contents inside, a leather bracelet with a crescent moon charm, his first real birthday gift from his little sister. His courage found at last, he replaced it and went to rescue her.
Huge thank you to both Feline Trickster for this AMAZING art of Lucien and Anissa and to my in-game sister Alaina (Anissa) for letting me use it for this piece.
Just one more week left to go now. I’m determined to see this through AND be ready for NaNoWriMo as well as keeping up with my normal blogging too. I think I might need some luck! I’ll meet you back here tomorrow for my weekly review, this week it’s Finding Home Vol. Two: The Healer and it is a doozy.