DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
9 January 2023
Just as they opened the door, the old man called out to Zad. “This is big risk your family take. Next time in Luskra, if you make it, I give you special deal. Tell your father.”
Zad seemed more than a little surprised, but he nodded. “I’ll tell him.”
6 January 2023
Eventually, one of them, a shorter woman with ruffled brown hair, came over and watched Adeline for a while. When she finally spoke, she asked, “You must have really done a number on Kenna for her to be this spooked by you. What the heck did you do?”
As best as she could with the manacles, Adeline signed, “I don’t know.”
24 December 2022
It’s hard to believe it’s already been almost two weeks since I left home, Mama. Or that it’s the end of Summer’s Fall already. I feel free, more than I have in a long time.
I think you’d like the Dorwitts. They’re fun, and they’ve been teaching me a lot of different things. Mostly more sign language, so I can talk with them better, but also things like keep track of your money, or how to juggle. Even though she didn’t want us to stay at first, Vy’s even been teaching me some tricks to get the most whenever I have to sell some of the jewelry you left.