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Every other Monday, you’ll be able to find new writing prompts and short stories here. If you want to sample my (unedited, first draft) writing without spending anything, you’ve found it!

Please note: The final writing prompt will be published at the end of January. A weekly fictional serial called All that I Can Be will take over in March. Something new might follow after, but I haven’t decided yet.

A-Z Name Prompts – Recap! Also, What’s Next?

Happy Monday, everyone! New exciting stuff is on the horizon!

Before I’ll tell you a bit about what’s coming next, here’s a brief recap over the last year or so… *ahem*


WHERE THE FUDGE IS B wow that’s embarrassing oo


Diana & Denham

Eloisa | Christmas Edition!








Mabel & Mather














So this took me way longer than it should have done, and I didn’t even do the whole alphabet apparently because either B is hiding from me or I didn’t do it? *awkward cough* Let’s just pretend the whole alphabet is there and move on…

Here’s what you need to know about what’s coming up:

  • All that I Can Be will be a weekly fiction serial
  • It’s urban fantasy, so not my usual genre
  • There are 16 chapters, and I will post one every Monday
  • It’s written and just needs to be typed up and proofread
  • It will have some minor editing (line and proofread), but nothing as extensive as my books–I won’t pay an editor and there won’t be beta readers or critique partners
  • It’s sort of a love story, but magic and the devil are there, too
  • I can’t usually write with noise around me, including music, but All that I Can Be was inspired by Fall Into Me by Alev Lenz.

I can’t say yet when exactly the first chapter will post, but it will be next month 🙂

Stay curious, friends and familiars <3

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A-Z Name Prompts – Z

It’s time for the last ever A-Z Name prompt, friends! I hope you’ve brought tissues*.

Next week, I’ll list all prompts in one post and I’ll talk a bit about what’s next, but right now let’s take a look at the Instagram poll:

Ziva won the last poll. Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who voted every time and read all these little stories <3 If you haven’t read the last two, I recommend you catch up first since this prompt follows on from X and Y 🙂

As always, if you want to use the prompt, go ahead! If you post it on your blog, link back here so I can be nosy 😉

*Personally, I’m crying happy tears. Who knew the alphabet was this long? #rude



(f.; brilliance)

Ziva was working on the new sample when they brought in the alien. Most days were quiet in her lab–she was working on a few important projects, sure, but big breakthroughs weren’t an everyday thing–but on this occasion, her bosses wanted everyone to see.

There was an infectious buzz of curiosity going through the building as her colleagues fought for a better spot. Where did the alien come from? What did it want? Was it friendly?

Would it bleed? How high was its pain threshold? How many hearts did it have?

Ziva felt her stomach churn. This wasn’t right. Her fellow scientists were committed to the truth no matter the method, but she’d never believed in answers through torture.


“I said stay here. We’ll send for you if we need your help.”

Ziva peeked over the divider separating her desk from the rest of the lab.

“You won’t understand her without me!”

“It’s not a she, girl, it’s an it. And we’re not going to talk to it, so don’t worry you’re missing out.”


The man–a general in the military, if Ziva wasn’t mistaken–shut the door in the girl’s face. If this girl had actually talked to the alien…

Their argument had caused a few of Ziva’s colleagues to scowl and roll their eyes at the interruption, but no one paid the girl any mind now the commotion was over and she looked embarrassed and abandoned.

Ziva got up from behind her desk and walked over to her.

“Are you all right?”

The poor girl was sniffling, her eyes wet. Ziva couldn’t imagine how she’d got involved.

“No! What do they mean, they’re not going to talk?”

“Well…” Ziva wasn’t sure how best to phrase the truth. Her mother said to always be honest, and her job demanded truth, but this was a child. “This is a lab, and we’ve never–”

“I’m tired of being treated like a kid! I’m eighty moons old, damn it, I saved her! My name isn’t ‘child’, it’s Xenia.”

Ziva smiled. “Of course. I’m sorry. You said you saved her?”

Ziva walked Xenia back to her office and into her personal lab. She wanted to have this chat in private.

“I found her in the forest,” Xenia said. “She wasn’t breathing, so I– What will they do to her?”

Some days, Ziva hated her job. “Experiments, probably. We’ve never seen an alien before, they’ll want to understand what it’s made off. Biologically, I mean.”

Xenia frowned. “She’s not an object. Her name is Commander Yates.”

“She told you that?”

Xenia pulled a small device out of her ear and handed it to Ziva.

“She gave me this. It translated our languages so we could understand each other. She’s nice.” Her bottom lip quivered. “I don’t want them to hurt her.”

Ziva inspected the object, but couldn’t figure out how it worked without taking it apart. She was impressed with Xenia. Despite what Xenia said, she was barely older than a child, but she’d shown more courage and initiative than most of Ziva’s fellow scientists.

“I don’t like this, either, Xenia, but there’s nothing we can do.”

Xenia slumped against a table. “There must be. We need to get her out of here.”

“We can’t do that. This isn’t someone’s home, we can’t just walk her out.” And she’d lose her job if her boss found out, but she had a feeling Xenia wouldn’t accept that.

Xenia pouted. “You said yourself that this is wrong.”

“I said I don’t like it. That doesn’t change facts.”

But she was already working on a plan. The lab would be quiet overnight–she’d worked until early morning often enough to know that. The alien wouldn’t be unattended, but they wouldn’t keep too many soldiers here to guard one locked-up alien, either. They’d need a key, but Ziva had that. She had all the security codes, for emergencies.

And she had a stun gun. For emergencies.

“What is it? You look like you spaced out.”

“There might be a way.” She’d lose her job.

She’d wanted a challenge.

This was the right thing to do, no matter how she looked at it.

She looked at Xenia, and hoped her face looked as serious as she felt. “I’ll need your help. Can you come back here at midnight? No, wait, that won’t work, it’ll be staff only after dark. Can you stay? I’ll have to hide you.”

Xenia nodded, a determined fire in her young eyes. “Can do!”

Her hearts hammered in her chest and made her dizzy.  She’d never asked for much, but tonight they’d need a good helping of luck.

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A-Z Name Prompts – Y

Good morning, friends and familiars!

It’s time for the final two writing prompts!Not gonna lie, I’m ready for this to end. Who knew writing 24 original prompts would take so long or be so tiring**?

Today’s prompt carries on from the last one I published, way back in December. I recommend you read Prompt X first to avoid confusion today. Also, I cheated a little and used the name as a surname *ahem* For a woman *double ahem*

And today’s winner is:

Thank you again to everyone who voted <3 If the prompt speaks to you feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy <3

*Not both today, though. One today and one in two weeks, as always.
**I had an inkling, to be honest, but it seemed like a good idea a year ago, you know?



(m.; the gates)

Commander Emily Yates’  head was throbbing from the minutes she’d spent unconscious. She was glad Xenia had found her; from her mission brief, she knew the Varyan military didn’t take well to aliens landing on their planet.

Someone had shot down her shuttle. She needed to find the rest of her crew before the military did.

“Lead the way.”

Xenia nodded. Commander Yates recognised that look on the girl’s face–hopeful, excited, and unsure. The Commander had looked just like her when she’d met her first alien. She’d never thought the Vaan would recruit her and become her captain shortly after.

“We need to be careful,” Xenia said. “I don’t know how the others will–”

Commander Yates froze. The unmistakable clicking of a gun’s safety being taken off was loud over the deliberately quiet crunch of leaves.

Ten Varyans stepped out all around them. Ten armed Varyans.

The military.


Their leader–the Varyan with the biggest gun–said something to Xenia who paled under her purple skin.

“What’s going on?”

“They think I led them to you. Zuth. This is bad, commander.”

The leader laughed.

“Xenia, look at me.” This wasn’t ideal, but Commander Yates could work with it. “They’ll need you. You understand me, you can translate.”

“I don’t think they want to talk, commander.”

Commander Yates raised her hands in surrender. Sometimes, pretending to give up was the only way out, and she had to remember who was the alien on this planet.

“They want you to drop your gun.”

“Not happening.”

Xenia translated, and ten rifles pointed at Yates.

“Fine, fine. Here.” She placed her weapon on the ground. “I mean you no harm.”

The leader nodded to another soldier, and Commander Yates didn’t resist as she was handcuffed and searched.

Her handgun.

The knife by her waist.

Even the knife in her right boot.

Everything fell to the ground around her.

The leader gave an order, and she was shoved ahead. Xenia looked terrified.

First contact on Varya had just got a lot more interesting.

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A-Z Name Prompts – X

Happy Monday, friends and familiars!

Only three prompts left to go! :O And this is the last one for this year!!* :O :O

There are a couple of things I did differently for these last three. I did the prompts on Instagram because I could do all of them at once in my stories there, which means I didn’t spam my followers’ feeds for a day or two. Also, I wrote them by hand first and then copied them here, which means they’ve had a tiny bit more editing than I usually bother with since I saw the bigger issues that bugged me when I copied everything.

Also, these last three will be connected 😉

Besides that, these are still nowhere near great, and honestly, that’s freeing. It’s nice to not have to worry too much about developmental edits, and proofreads and all that, and just write for the sake of seeing what you come up with. I recommend it if you haven’t tried it before <3

But onto the poll!

Here’s how IG voted on Prompt X:

Wow, that’s more votes than I ever had on Twitter. Lesson learned, friends – when you want other people to make a decision for you, go on Instagram! 😀

Thank you so much to everyone who voted even though these doiminated my stories for 24 hours <3

As always, if the prompt speaks to you, feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy ^-^

* ‘Phew’, she says in relief, ‘thank fudge for that’



(f.; welcoming)

Xenia had grown up dreaming of what lay beyond their skies. Like most Varyans, she’d imagined foreign worlds since she was old enough to question Varya’s borders. Fleshy aliens with small eyes. Soft Varyanoids with more than three fingers.

Unlike many Varyans, she’d never doubted once that there was more out there, but she’d never believed she’d see some of that magic in her lifetime.

The soft-looking, five-fingererd creature before her now wasn’t imaginary, strange as it looked.

It also wasn’t breathing.

Xenia knelt down next to it, as carefully as she could, worried it wasn’t sleeping but–

She swallowed. Tried to steady her shaking hands. This was their first contact with an alien species. And the poor thing had to rely on her to save it? She wished her father was there.

Xenia rubbed her clammy hands against her shirt, and tried to calm her breathing.

If she messed this up–Zuth forbid, if she accidentally killed the fleshy creature–she would start a war. But if she did this right…

She let out a nervous, rattling sigh and massaged its chest. The creature lay still.

“Oh Zuth, please breathe.”

She knew how to give first aid to Varyans, but what if her lips were poison to this creature? What if the natural oils on her fingers burnt its skin? What if–

The creature coughed. Its eyes flew open, and widened when they saw Xenia. It looked so odd to her–squishy, pale skin, pink lips, those weird soft strands coming from its scalp… Xenia had never seen anything like it.

By the look of shock on the creature’s face, it had never seen anything like her, either. Her light purple skin, dark eyes, and three fingers must have looked strange to it, too.


The creature gasped, and jumped up. Stumbled a few steps back. Said something Xenia couldn’t understand.

Xenia was too startled to move. The military probably had some protocol for first contact situations, but she was just a ninety-moon old girl, barely more than a child. She had nothing.

The creature watched her, its strange green eyes wide and observant. It spoke again, but the sounds meant nothing to Xenia. The alien looked just as lost as she felt.

Zuth, she hoped Varya’s air wasn’t poisonous to it.

Xenia waved. Smiled. Hoped it meant the same on this creature’s world as it did on hers.

It looked surprised, but waved back after a few uncertain seconds. It hadn’t attacked–that had to be a good start.

Xenia grinned. The creature smiled back. Varya’s first contact had been successful–and she was the one who’d made it.

The creature held out a tiny device, smaller than its fingertips. Xenia took it, but didn’t know what to do. It was smooth, but had no special characteristics other than the foreign symbols written on it.

The alien gestured to its ear, pretended to put something inside it. Xenia hoped she understood correctly and shoved the device into her ear.


Xenia yelped. “I–”

“It’s technology from the Hub. You can understand me now, right?”

Xenia nodded, speechless now she was having a conversation with an alien. Or could have had a conversation if the words hadn’t dried in her throat.

She’d never seen technology like this, neither had she heard of this Hub.

“Yeah. I can.” She swallowed. “I’m Xenia.”

The alien smiled. “Nice to meet you, Xenia. I’m Commander Yates, and I’m afraid my ship crashed over your planet. I need to find my crew, make sure they’re okay. Can you help me?”

Xenia barely felt herself nod. Something didn’t add up, but she couldn’t figure out what. Everything felt like a dream; hazy and too good to be real.

But this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, and since she was the one who’d made first contact, she was Varya’s ambassador now.

“I’ll do what I can.”

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A-Z Name Prompts – W

Happy Monday, everyone!

How has November treated you? I got stuck with the cold everyone seems to have and it’s been sapping my energy and motivation like mad! So, today’s prompt is going to be short 🙂

Today’s prompt is:

I can only explain the lack of votes this week with everyone stressing over Christmas being so soon. (tell me I’m not the only one who’s bought no presents yet?) I definitely am! For completely unrelated reasons, I won’t do polls for the last three prompts. I really want to wrap this up before the year is over but don’t want to spam you with three polls in one week, so I’ll pick them at random myself and will get the last ones written before the year is over 🙂 There’s one scheduled for December, and then the last two will be in January.

And then after that I’ve got a weekly serial for you, but more on that in the new year 😉

As always, if the prompt speaks to you, feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy :3



(m.; Watchman)

The sky had still been blue when his shift had begun. Humans had still lived in free cities. Ward had stood watch for so many years he barely remembered the feel of it.

Be my Watchman, she’d said with a voice like honey and sorrow. You will know when your shift is coming to an end. It will hurt, my soldier, but keep watch. I will take your pain as soon as I am able.

She’d regretted his need for him, and had apologised for everything she’d taken from him: his wife, his baby daughter, his people. The love he’d felt for them. She’d chosen him for that love and for his loyalty. Ward remembered that much.

But he didn’t remember their names or their faces. Too much time had passed for that. He only remembered that children had laughed once, and that the sky never used to be dark like never-ending midnight.

But now, finally, after who-knew-how-many decades, he felt a shift in the air and inside himself. Felt his soul warm, slowly, like flames that struggled to spark on wet wood.

Sometimes, once a day or once a year, maybe, he heard her whisper. Patience, my Watchman. The day will come soon.

The words lit something inside him, but it never took hold. He couldn’t remember why he was patient, or what he was watching for exactly.

Only that, when it arrived, she would rebuild the world.

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A-Z Name Prompts – V

Hi, friends!

It’s occurred to me that I’ve been rather terrible at posting these little prompts. My apologies :/ To be honest, I completely forgot to do the poll for this one two weeks ago, and then I almost forgot to do the poll again last week. There’s been so much going on recently that writing short prompts just hasn’t been a priority.

But I’m here now, so let’s get on with it! 🙂

Here are the results from the last (and very late) poll:

I blame the low numbers on me not doing it sooner -.-

As always, if you want to use the prompt go ahead! If you publish it please let me know so I can be nosy ^-^



(m.; loyal)

Loyalty was everything. Loyalty was the only honour that mattered. Verrill had grown up believing it, and he’d sat by his Da’s death bed swearing it.

But loyalty was difficult when your king told you to slaughter a village of women and children.

“Your orders, captain?”

His men stood behind him, awaiting orders. Thirty women and five children knelt before him, heads lowered in fear and whimpering, awaiting his judgement.

He had come so far. Just one more step.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to take it.


His men had never seen him falter. He’d been raised to the rank of captain because he acted quickly and always–always–for the benefit of his king.

He had been against the creation of these villages in the first place. They were breeding grounds, a means for his king to control the population, and they were wrong. He hadn’t voiced his concerns. It wasn’t his place. His king would have Verrill hunted and executed if he sensed any sign of disobedience.

But to kill 25 innocent people because they hadn’t birthed enough children?

Every good man had his limits.

“Captain? Orders?”

Verrill stood straight. “These people are traitors to our glorious king. I will kill them myself.” He swallowed. He’d never been a good liar, and his men knew him too well. “Go watch the camp. I will return when I’m done.”


“Go back, and leave me to it. Now.”

He didn’t miss the glances his men shared, but they did as they were told. Loyalty was the only honour that mattered, after all.

He waited until his men were out of earshot, and sheathed his sword.

“Leave this place. Never come back here.”

The women didn’t get up. Bloody Mercy, they were too scared to even try to run for their lives.

He sighed. Dropped his sword as a sign of goodwill.

Finally, they looked up.

“Get out of here. Now. If you leave the country, the king can’t touch you.”

They stumbled to their feet, and, still whimpering, ran with their children in their arms.

Verrill knew he’d done the right thing. If it saved lives, it had to be right.

He just hoped none of his men would question the lack of blood on the soil.

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A-Z Name Prompts – U

Since Wardens of Archos is out TODAY (what?!? show me!), this writing prompt will be trilogy themed 😉 Or it’s trilogy world themed, anyway. Which isn’t to say that there’ll definitely be more books set in this world in the future 😉 *wink wink* Totally not saying that. At all. *ahem*

This week’s prompt, chosen by you, is:

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(m.; power of the wolf)

A quiet forest just outside Maishi Hou in Midoka wasn’t the most logical place for a Tramuran to move to, Ulric had known that. The magic was everywhere here, sizzling in the air and glowing through the leafs. And no one tried to stop it. It made him nervous. It made him uneasy.

But it was beautiful and it was wild, unlikely Tramura.

This untamed magic hadn’t tried to harm him yet, whereas his daughter was dead because of Tramuran bandits. All his life he’d been taught that magic was evil, but it was swords that had killed her, not spells.

He felt a weak tug on the bait and reeled in his catch. The lake outside his little cabin held few fish and nothing exotic – not by Midokan standards, anyway – but it gave him everything he needed. Fresh water, fresh fish, and the serene calm Tramura had lacked.

It gave him peace.

At night, sei came out to dance on the water; beautiful, glowing lights unlike anything he’d ever seen. He’d hid and slept high up in a tree during his first night, they had spooked him so much. When he’d woken in the morning, one night-wisp was resting on his arm. It had scared him awake and he’d almost fallen out of the tree, but the sei hadn’t jumped or laughed or run away.

That’s when he had realised that there was nothing to fear here. Magic was as dangerous as the swords the mercenaries back home carried – deadly in the wrong hands, but harmless if left to itself.

“What have you got for me today?”

He could hear the warm smile on her voice. He had never imagined he’d sell fish and herbs to a mist woman one day. Back in Tramura, he’d have been burnt alive for helping a sorceress.

“Nothing much, I’m afraid. They’re not biting as much today, but I’ve got you the leafs you wanted They’re inside on the table, help yourself.”

He got up and turned around, meeting her dark eyes. Anei Rin reminded him of his daughter; maybe that’s why he didn’t mind what she was. Or maybe he just finally knew better.

He followed her as she entered his small cabin, and left the meager catch to dry outside.

“How are your studies going?”

She didn’t turn around. It was a sore subject, but he felt rude not asking. He had a feeling not many people did.

“They’re not. How much do you want for these?”

“You can have them,” he said. “They’re worth more to you Mist Sorcerers than they are to me.”

“Mist Women, Ulric, not sorcerers. It’s not the same. And I’m neither, anyhow.”

“You study in Maishi Hou. I don’t know any others, true, so I can’t compare, but you’re a Mist Woman to me.”

Anei Rin examined the herbs and smiled, but it was false. The sparkle had left her eyes.

“Don’t let them hear you say it. I’m a failed experiment to them.”

He cringed at the deep loathing in her voice. “That’s not–”

“How much? I refuse to take them for free.”

He sighed. Anei Rin was too stubborn to back down, he knew that. Just like his daughter.

“Just the usual price. Two quarters will do.”

She nodded, and pulled the leather pouch from her belt. The movement exposed her shoulder, and revealed the black vine-shaped tattoos underneath. Anei Rin hated them, said they were useless, even blamed them for her inability to use magic, but he knew better. He felt something every time he saw them.

Her tattoos were magic, and they were dangerous. His inexperience with the gift made it more obvious to him, perhaps – he didn’t see her as something to study, he just saw what was and felt what his gut was telling him.

Rin wasn’t his daughter, but he’d protect her all the same.

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A-Z Name Prompts – T

Happy Mond- Happy OCTOBER, friends! I don’t know about you, but I’m glad September is over :’D It was my busiest month this year – which is why I didn’t get this prompt out two weeks ago, and it’s still only short :/ (read: extremely short) (Honestly, I feel like I’ve written a blurb rather than a short story) (Which is impressive since I hate writing blurbs) I spent most of last week formatting Wardens of Archos, so that’s where my time went 🙂

Here’s the prompt you voted for:

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(f.; third)

I am Tertia.

Third of my name.

Third daughter to my father, the third king to a doomed world.

Third star in alignment.

Third army ready to march. Third and final enemy ready to fall.

I am Tertia, third of my name. Saviour of Stars.

I will either save this world, or it will die with me.

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A-Z Name Prompts – S

Happy Monday, friends!

It’s a busy start to the week for me, so today’s intro is going to be even shorter than usual. Let’s hop right to it:

Today’s winner is:

As always, if the prompt speaks to you, feel free to use it. If you do, please link back here so I can be nosy 😉



(f.; Oracle)

“Are you sure she can help me?”

“Yeah, definitely! What’s up?” Vince punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t you trust me?”

Dan smiled but knew he couldn’t hide his nerves. He didn’t believe in people who read your fortune or saw your future in tea leaves or things like that. Of course, anything worked on Vince, but Vince was superstitious as hell.

It wasn’t that he was starting to have cold feet. You couldn’t really change your mind when you’d never believed something would work in the first place, unless you were proven wrong. So why was he nervous? He’d been indifferent this morning, but actually arriving on the oracle’s front lawn and staring at her violet door had changed something.

“Come on,” said Vince. “The sooner you go in the sooner you’ll know if any pretty girls are coming your way!”

Dan sighed, but waited behind Vince while his friend knocked. He wasn’t even sure how he’d phrase his question.

“Why bother knocking? Doesn’t she just know we’re here or something?”

“She sees the future, mate. She’s not a CCTV camera.”

“Fair enough.”

A middle-aged woman answered the door. Dan had expected someone in a long flowing dress and oversized earrings, maybe with a flashy choker and bright hair, but Sybil looked normal. Just jeans, a t-shirt, and brown hair tied back in a short pony tail.

“Good to see you again, Vince. And you must be Dan?”

He shook her hand. “I am. Nice to meet you. Can I call you Sybil, or…?” Vince hadn’t mentioned a surname.

She laughed. “Oh no, I’m not Sybil! Please, if you follow me, my daughter is waiting for you in the conservatory.”

The house looked normal, too, but then he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. A bright red trailer in an overgrown garden, maybe? Not family photos on the walls, or potted daisies on the tables.

Dan had to admit to being disappointed. Vince had oversold it.

“Go on in. I’ll get you boys a cup of tea.”

Before Dan could object–he preferred a strong, dark coffee–she was gone, and Vince ushered him inside.

A little girl no older than seven sat at the centre of the bright glass ceiling conservatory. The floor and walls were white, and under the sunshine she almost looked angelic with her light blonde hair, pale skin, and tiny frame.

The table was empty. No tarot cards, or anything mystic.


“Please,” said Sybil, “take a seat.”

Her voice was childish, but her tone was more mature than any he’d ever heard. Vince gave him a nudge, and Dan sat in the chair opposite her.

“Now what? Do I tell you my life story, or do you tell me?”

She smiled, warm as the sunshine filling the conservatory.

“Relax, and let me in.”

“I have no idea what you mean. Let you in h-”

The room disappeared, and everything was bright. No glass roof, no white painted walls, no singing of birds outside. There was nothing around him, even his own body had vanished. He couldn’t see her, but he knew she was there, searching, prodding, tugging until–

You are not like other humans, are you? You know you’re not, but you don’t understand it. That’s why you didn’t know how to ask your question. You don’t know who you are. Go to the forest ten miles south of here. Find the pond at its centre. Don’t tell your friend. Come alone. It’ll be our little secret.

The conservatory was back, and Dan sagged into the back of the chair.

“Exciting times are ahead. Embrace chance when it presents itself.”

“What the–” The hell had happened?

Vince clapped Dan on the back and grinned. “See, I told you she was good! Exciting times, mate! I told you, you meet a girl!”

So Vince didn’t know. Sybil smiled at him and gave him the smallest nod.

“Thank you. I, erm, I guess we go now?”

“Yeah, come on. We got to find this girl you’re going to meet!”

Dan hadn’t even known there was a pond, but he knew the forest. Should he go? He didn’t understand what happened, but his whole life had been like that. If there were answers in the forest… But what if there weren’t? What if she was a con?

He sighed as they stepped outside, and Vince chatted away about going to town and meeting the girl of his dreams. If Sybil was a con, there was no harm in looking. Vince had paid for this, and then it had only cost him a tenner. If she was a con, she wasn’t exactly an expensive one.

Dan had nothing to lose, and answers to gain.

“Listen, mate, thanks for this, but I think I’ll pass on going into town. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“What? But it’s–”

Dan slammed the car door shut, and drove. Vince didn’t live far away, he could walk back.

The forest wasn’t far, and it was still early. He could reach the pond by lunch time, and see for himself whether there were any answers to be found or not.

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A-Z Name Prompts – R

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(f.: regal one)

Royale swore when she slipped in the fresh mud, and landed on her butt. Curse breaking into her own castle at night; her favourite trousers were ruined. Fabulous.

“You okay?”

“Fuck off, Jude.”

“Hey now, is that any way to treat an old friend? Come on,” he held out one hand for her, “let me help you up.”

She scoffed and pulled herself up. She didn’t need help. She didn’t need anyone.

“Stop fretting over me like I’m a five-year old. I can look after myself.”

“Yeah, I just saw how well you–” One glare shut him up. His humour was the last thing she needed tonight.

“Let’s just get on with it, shall we? The gate won’t be unguarded for long.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He did a terrible curtsy bow, and straightened when she shot him another glare.

The gap in the wall was tight, but she’d squeezed through worse–and certainly filthier–over the last ten months. Some thorns and spider webs wouldn’t get in her way now she was so close to coming home.

For the past ten months, she’d been on the run. She’d picked up Jude along the way in return for his silence–her disguise had been good enough to fool everyone else, but he had recognised for what she was. Princess Royale. Heiress to the throne. (Her parents had had a flare for the dramatic, calling her Royale and her brother Prince. Prince Prince. He was definitely off worse than her). Now she just needed to sneak in before her brother realised she was back, stab him in the throat while he slept, and sit on her throne by morning.

Royale–or Roya, as Jude had come to call her against her every wish and warning–brushed the webs off herself as Jude squeezed through the gap behind her.

“Welcome home, Princess Roya!” The fool was grinning. Like this was his big moment instead of hers. Although, she had to admit, she had imagined her big moment with less dirt and just a little more gold. Still, that could be rectified. Just as soon as she got to Prince the prince the idiot.

“Shut up and let’s get moving.”

“You have a plan, I take it?”

“You think I’d just walk in without a plan?”

He shrugged. “No, but I hoped you’d finally share it with me.”

She frowned. Jude had proven useful, but she couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t alert the guards if he knew. He’d been as loyal as any stranger could be, but most people were opposed to regicide. As far as he was concerned, she might as well have been here to talk it over with her brother over breakfast, or midnight pastries.

“You don’t need to know. In fact,” she pinned him against an ivy-covered stone wall, “there’s no need for you to come any further than this. I’ll go the rest of the way myself.”

He sighed. “Ah. I see. That presents us with a problem now, doesn’t it?”

She was too stunned to back away and too stunned to cut his throat. This didn’t sound like Jude. There was something deep inside his voice, something old and primal, and it made her shiver.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jude-not-Jude smiled. “Haven’t you wondered how I saw through your disguise when we first met?”

Understanding washed over her in the same instant that a hazy fog stretched in her mind. She backed away but only found more ivy and cold stone.

“Stay away from me!”

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Are you helping my brother? Did he sent you?”

He chuckled. “No. Your brother doesn’t even know I exist, but he’s beginning to suspect. You’re coming with me, Royale. I imagine you’ll struggle, but I advise against it. I’ll take you bruised or not.”

“Like hell I will!”

She should have run. She should have tried, at least, but the impossible nightmare before her was already warping her mind. Running seemed like a good idea; she just couldn’t remember how. Her legs felt too heavy for any movement. A hot bath and a nap–that’s what she needed.

Her knees went weak, and she fell into his too-human arms.

“Why?” Her voice sounded muffled, but his was clear in her mind.

“Because the prince can’t die tonight, Roya, but neither can you.” It grinned, so much like Jude and so different to him, too. “Trust me, dearest sister.”

There was so much she needed to know. Why had the monster from their nightmares let them come this far only to kidnap her? Why had it travelled with her for the past six months? And why had it called her sister?

But her mind went numb, her vision turned dark, and her world went silent.

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