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Daily Prompt #10

She could have been a queen in some exotic land for the way she stood outside that bordello. And perhaps she was. The hot desert sun beat against his brow, sending droplets of sweat across his sun-goldened complexion. In the distance, a sandstorm brewed, dancing up to touch the disappearing clouds. They filtered languidly across… Read More Daily Prompt #10

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Daily Prompt #9

“Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you,” he growled at as he pushed her back in line. His voice butchering the only language she’d ever known and his rough hands on her shoulders sending fear down her spine. She stared at him, defiance shining from her eyes, even… Read More Daily Prompt #9

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Daily Prompt #8

“I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid going to this family brunch,” I grumbled under my breath as I sat down in the passenger seat. “What?” my older brother turned to me from the driver’s seat, a question in his eyes. “Nothing, Ian,” I smiled forcefully, while my mind swarmed with bitter… Read More Daily Prompt #8

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Daily Prompt #7

The dank smell of the city permeated my senses. The co-mingling of blood, urine, and coal the only scents to reach my nose for months. I remembered the days outside The Wall. Ma always baked a cake, at least once a week, and pa came home smelling like sweet grass. My nails dug into my… Read More Daily Prompt #7

History, How to Write Historical Fiction

Don’t Modernize Historical Characters (too much)

One of my BIGGEST pet peeves in reading historical fiction, especially works that are not historical novels (if you’d like to read about that click here), are characters who are basically 21st century people put into the past. via GIPHY I understand that in some sense historical fiction, like all modern writing, is a reflection of… Read More Don’t Modernize Historical Characters (too much)

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Daily Prompt #6

She looked at him with effervescent green eyes that seemed to sear his soul Yet, she didn’t say a word. He waited, until the silence was almost too much to bear, before asking once more, “Where are you from?” Her head tilted, her white-blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. He followed her direction and saw… Read More Daily Prompt #6