Out with A Splash
#1 of short stories this story is the way-laid result of a writing exercise that "failed". instead of completing the exercise i ended up with this story instead. i hope you enjoy!
The Hunter
#8 of little nothings writing exercise! the hunter sits at the bar, sipping from his mug of ale, dressed in dark, worn leathers, hair wet and hanging loosely.
Faux Fossil
Daydreams of the far-flung future when we've settled down and had extended family over to visit; done as a writing exercise for a weekly prompt at furaffinity. it turned out cute so i thought i'd share it elsewhere.
Emulation Practice: Murder, Part 2
#5 of writing exercises emulating rudyard kipling this time. chazkechy is a donkey character from another story of mine.
Basic Training (1k words)
(meta note: this is a writing exercise based upon characters created by [geneseepaws](%5c). it is exactly 1,000 words -- see [here](%5c) for the full version.)
Writing Prompt (Marcus)
#1 of writing prompts a quick writing exercise with random elements.
Keep it Up
It's another writing exercise! nothing else for this, enjoy it for what it is. "good, keep it up."
1/365 - First Encounter.
Small, healthy doses of writing exercises. let's see if it helps, in any way. okay, without further ado, here's the first: 1. first encounter. "just what the fuck do you plan to do with your life?"
Just a little something
A regular stable of guys and girls who get to hang out whenever there's a little writing exercise i'm inflicting upon myself. garran was going to die.
What We Always Dreamed Of
#1 of little nothings a writing exercise i did for my fiction class. a single scene of intrigue, that's all. "you're late." "i know." i replied plainly, seating myself across from him at the little, steel-wire table.
Any Day Now
#2 of little nothings another writing exercise for my class, nothing much. "no..." breathed blondie as he knelt by his companion's side, looking down at the man who was all too still. "no, no no, don't do this!"
Burn
#3 of little nothings it's, yes, another writing exercise i did for class... yay. "go away." "no." what a pain in the ass. i hoped vainly that i'd never see him again, but of course i knew otherwise.