DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
9 May 2024
“Well, what’s your idea? What do you even want?”
For a long moment, the fae said nothing. Finally, he replied, “A child. Your firstborn.”
It felt like Desiree’s mind had jammed up. “Is… Is that some weird marriage proposal fae use?”
13 February 2024
In the same moment, both women shifted. Instead of a frail wisp of a girl, Frieda was now a full-bodied, statuesque woman, even a bit taller than Phillip. Lena was still short, roughly around Isaac’s height, but instead of an old lady she now had youthful even elfin features, with dark hair pulled back in a long braid.
Isaac tried to protest, only to discover he couldn’t make any sound. He could breath just fine, but his voice was just…gone.
24 January 2024 part 1
“And why… *oof*. Why would they ever agree to help us?”
Isaac’s eyes narrowed. “They owe my family a debt.”
22 January 2024
Be wary, dear friend,
Though gladly I’ll sell
This mirror brings its own thorns
20 September 2023 part 2
“How would you like to become a magical girl?”
Sarah blinked twice and tipped her hand to the side. “Why would I want to do that?”
The rabbit-thing froze, eyes fixed on Sarah. “...I was under the impression most young women your age aspired to the position. Quite fervently, in fact. Is that not the case?”
With a shrug, Sarah answered, “I’m not them. I’m me.”
1 May 2023
Fynn called out to his old friend, with just a touch of suggestion laced into the words; he needed David’s help, and on the off chance he was still sore about what happened last time, a little… persuasion could go a long way. “Good day, old friend! How goes the farm?”
To Fynn’s surprise, the magic found now purchase in the young man, sliding right off him like water from a leaf in a rainstorm. The young man turned and gave him a puzzled look. “Do I… know you?”
25 October 2022
Desiree’s father was an idiot. That was the only explanation she could think of.
Such were her thoughts as she sat, locked in a room full of straw, with a promise that she’d be dead come morning if it didn’t all magically turn to gold by the time the king returned.