Statues

Guess who’s posting two stories this month?! I know it’s quite a shock. But I decided to add another story to my plate when I saw the Intuitive Writing Guide prompt for January.

I’ve always wanted to write a retelling of the Snow Queen, so I had to try the prompt. Now, I haven’t actually read the original story or anything, so I guess “Statues” is more of a story inspired by the Snow Queen than a retelling.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy “Statues.” Sorry if I break your heart.


The icy curve of Gwyneth’s cheek was as pale as it had been in life. Eirwen let her fingers linger on her half-sister’s face as she stared into the blank eyes of the ice statue. “Good day, Gwynni,” she murmured.

Gwyneth didn’t answer, of course. But if Eirwen stared at the statue hard enough, she could almost imagine a gleam of life in the eyes, a warm breath coming from the lips, a breeze stirring the hair.

Eirwen squeezed Gwyneth’s hand, forever stretched forward, desperate for touch. And that was what had killed Gwynni in the end.

Tears did not accompany the sudden surge of emotion, but Eirwen wished that they had, impossible as that was. At least her heart was still capable of feeling. She turned away from Gwyneth’s statue and fastened a glare on the other two statues at the edge of the throne room. “Hello, Father, Stepmother.”

Father’s lips were stretched wide in a never-ending scream. Stepmother’s were curled in a sneer, her eyebrows arched with disdain. The statues did not melt, perhaps because of the coldness of the air, perhaps because of their magical essence.

Some said that it was the coldness of the palace that had frozen Eirwen’s heart, simply ignoring the fact of Stepmother’s decree. They were lying to themselves, blaming an external factor instead of their beloved former queen for the wreck that was the bastard princess.

“I can touch you now, Stepmother.” Eirwen’s nails scraped against the former queen’s frigid form. “You cannot stop me.”

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The Jealousy of a Dragon

I can’t believe it. I’m actually posting a story on the first Friday of the month. *gasp* Let’s hope I can keep up with it. It’s one of my New Year’s Resolutions… Those typically don’t have much luck of being followed through on, but I hope with your accountability, I can do it. Thanks a ton for everything, guys!

Also, guess what? It’s another Venus story! Last month, you guys seemed to really enjoy “Venus,” the story about the college kid whose laundry money was being stolen by a mini dragon. So, I decided to write a sequel (hopefully one of many).

And this time… Drew embarrasses himself in front of a girl. It’s great. But also, poor guy.

You might want to read “Venus” first if you haven’t already, though you should be able to understand this story even without reading the previous one. Anyway, enjoy “The Jealousy of a Dragon”!


This is the best it’s gonna get.

Exhaling, I press the print icon. The printer hums to life, then spits out one sheet, another sheet, so many sheets of edited word vomit. Twenty pages about a planet I’ve never been to. Dozens of hours spent staring at a screen with bloodshot eyes, catching a few meager hours of sleep.

Sometimes I really hate college.

Something brushes against my leg, and I flinch. There’s a ghost. A rat. Something. I look underneath my chair to see a bunny-sized dragon, golden scales gleaming, expression unreadable.

“Venus!” I sputter. “What are you doing here?”

Yeah, I know, I named my mini dragon after my science paper. She looks like the planet, okay?

She flexes her claws, then scratches them against the metal leg of my chair with an awful screeching sound.

“Stop it! Someone’s gonna hear you!”

She looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

How did I get a mini dragon, you ask? I have no idea. She showed up under my bed and stole my laundry money. Now I’m stuck with her.

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Highlights from 2019

2019 was a good year. Relationships were restored (praise the Lord!), I earned my degree and made awesome friends at my new church, and my writing life changed and grew. Now, I could elaborate for a while about all the wonderful things that happened, but for the purposes of this post, I’ll just talk about writing highlights. I’m really happy with where my writing went this year, and I wanted to celebrate with you guys!

Highlight 1: Prompted

I started this blog. That’s pretty important. It took me a while to actually get around to doing it, but I finally did in early August! And that’s all because of another important thing––I started using writing prompts for short stories.

Now, this may not seem like that big of a deal to you, but bear in mind that before January of this year, I had almost exclusively written novels. I just was never able to come up with ideas small enough for a short story. But that changed.

I decided to start utilizing writing prompts in my writing life. I’d saved so many of them on Pinterest, and one of my best friends ran Rooftop Writing Prompts, but I had never used a prompt. So, at the beginning of this year, I decided to try to use a writing prompt a week to stimulate my creativity.

I knew I couldn’t do this alone, though, so I asked someone to keep me accountable––my prompt buddy, Laura. We decided to write a prompted every week (which did not happen, but it’s the thought that counts, right?), and as we did, I realized that I really loved these stories and wanted to share them with the world.

I knew I needed some sort of platform like a blog, but I’d never known what to post on it before. But now I had lots of stories that I could use!

Thus, Prompted was born, and here we are now.

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Christmas Contest Winners

Who’s ready for Christmas?! I know I am!

This month, I decided to use a Christmas-themed writing prompt because why not? Here is the prompt:

This prompt does not belong to me. I have been given permission to use it by Gabrielle Pollack, creator of Rooftop Writing Prompts.

If you like writing prompts, you should definitely check out Rooftop Writing Prompts because they are fun and fantastic. I plan to use more in the future.

Here are the links to the varying contest posts, one on Instagram and one on Facebook. There were so many amazing entries, and Laura, my fellow judge, and I had a difficult time choosing.

Winners

Now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for… who won?!

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Venus

This picture does not belong to me. I found it on Pinterest.

I toss the last sock into my laundry basket and turn back to my unmade bed, where four shiny quarters should be sitting. They’re not.

Frowning, I look under the rumpled sheets. Under my pillow. On the floor.

I swear I put quarters there two minutes ago.

“Hey, Matt?” I say. “You got any quarters?”

“I gotta do laundry tomorrow.” My roommate shoves a slice of pizza in his mouth. It’s cold by now, but they don’t allow microwaves in the dorm. “Get your own quarters, Drew.”

That’s the thing. I had quarters. Lots of them. But every time I turn around, they vanish.

At least it’s not my keys, I guess. But if I want to avoid smelling like an armpit, I need some quarters. Now.

“Look, man, I just need four. I’ll pay you back––”

“Like you’ll pay me back for all the other quarters?”

I guess I could ask my Resident Assistant, Nick, but seriously. This is stupid. And it hasn’t just been quarters; it’s been any coin I lay out. I look away and bam, they’re gone. “I swear I had them. They were just on my bed.”

“I dunno, man. I think it’s that Venus paper.” Matt finishes the slice with a loud smacking of his sauce-covered lips. “It’s frying your brain.”

He’s not wrong. For the past two weeks, every thought that has gone through my head––unfortunately for my other professors and my social life––is about the hottest planet in our solar system.

Note to self: college sucks.

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