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Brief insights into my writing world. |
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I started my blog in June 2016, intending to have a place to get my stories in the hands of readers. I started with one follower -- my wife. I post a daily quote, as well as short stories and vignettes. Alas, current events pull my attention and I've added current events to the mix. You can find my Tavern Tales at: https://jjshaun.com/ Enjoy! |
| Once more, I’ve delved into my Story Engine cards for a prompt: An impulsive wizard wants to create a portal, but must leave the familiar behind and face the unknown. ~~~ Read the story at Into the Unknown  |
| This week, I jumped into the way-back machine and found a prompt from 2015 to write a story using the following words: pattering, melody, crack, and bear. ~~~ Read the story at Rain and Rest |
| I wrote this story back in January 2017. Considering this week’s events in the United States, thought now might be the right time to share it. It’s dark, and reflects what’s happening today. ~~~ Read the story at Beginning of the End . |
| I wrote this story in response to a daily prompt on writing.com a couple of years ago. The prompt for the day was to use the following words in a 1000-word story or poem: a single sock, coffee, merging, dinner, friends. This is the story I came up with. ~~~ Read the story at New Beginnings |
| This is the latest story in the series about my continent of Adaran. These stories focus on events that happen around the characters in the novel I just sent off to my editor. ~~~ Read the story at Hidden Passages |
| The sun dawned over the elven city of Rithraunen, creating streaks of light across the ivy-covered spires pointing towards the sky. A pleasant breeze stirred the trees lining the edge of the city’s central square, where a group of elves had gathered in anticipation. This day began the project to build a revolutionary device to replace the time-glasses, which had kept time for the city for thousands of seasons. They called their mechanical creation a ‘clock’. ~~~ Read the full story at Gears of Time . |
| Ashren Entarri trekked through the Sylvan Wood for hours, her worn boots tramping over the damp earth, her cloak a ragged scrap of mossy green wool. The sun had long since slipped over the horizon, leaving the twilight to stretch like a shadow across the forest floor. She didn’t mind the darkness; it had always felt more like a friend than an enemy. The cool, dry air was a relief after the choking moisture of the day. The moon, barely a sliver, cast a dim, silvery glow, leaving mottled patterns to light her way. ~~~ Read the story at Forgotten Echoes |
| Noxport, city of shadows, where the salt-stained air whispered of trade and treachery. Ships docked at the ancient piers, sails heavy with the weight of fortune. The city itself bent beneath the sway of those who lived by the murky currents of the port. It was a place where secrets hid in the folds of every alley, where backroom deals and unspeakable bargains were the currency of survival. ~~~ Read the story at Evidence |
| Jenn’s fingers trembled as she wrung the cloth between her hands. The water’s chill seeped into her bones, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver. It was the silence, a quiet that stretched across this corner of Reevendale like a spider’s web, every thread laced with tension. The Gilded Chain hall was just down the street, the hall’s menacing stone buildings casting long shadows even at midday. Jenn and her companions, the washerwomen of the city, knew that members of the Chain always watched. ~~~ Read the story at Silent Waters |
| History classes in the United States teach that the first Thanksgiving was celebrated as one of the successful harvests early English settlers had with the help of the Wampanoag people in the early seventeenth century, during one of the peaceful moments between the two groups. Though its origins come from that 1621 shared harvest feast, the holiday has evolved into a tradition focused on gratitude, community, and giving to charity. ~~~ Read the post at Season of Gratitude |
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, but my laptop's running 10. I suppose I should do something about it... but I didn't earn those Procrastination MBs by taking the bull by the horns (which, to be honest, sounds more than a little dangerous). 
