Daily Writing Challenge, Day 7
Thanks for letting me use your bathroom,” said Tuatara. Tuatara preferred not to use bathrooms outside of her home. At home, she kept two stacks of books on a shelf next to her toilet, a leftover from when she still lived with her family and had no alone time except stolen moments locked in bathrooms. […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 6
Magda glanced through door of her son’s office. His mansion, nestled in the mountains that surrounded Huerto Viejo, was one of the few places she didn’t need to lean down to enter rooms. He was only a few inches shorter than her, and he’d designed the mansion with that in mind. It was a nice […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 5
Celia raised her eyebrows. She stood just outside the door to Don Saúl’s study, and nearly cringed at her for so doing. Stop thinking of your life as narrative theming! But she didn’t do so, not visibly, and instead said, “‘Víbora’? Really?” Don Saúl nodded. “It’s a bit opposed to the concept of culebrero,” he […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 4
Sielu picked up the totuma bowl that Tuatara set next to the calabash tree. The leaves and flowers on the calabash tree were larger than Sielu typically saw. There was another, nearly identical tree just a few paces away. The topmost branches of each tree leaned to the side, mingling with the leaves and fronds […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 3
In Las Acacias, everything had a soul. Tatiana thought that made sense, when the town was south of a giant city of dead people and west of a dead city of giant people. It meant a whole of energía mágica lingering, and though the magia would inevitably return to the blood of the continent, Tatiana […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 2
This matches up with one of Don Saúl’s maps, bunch of underground tunnels,” said Celia suddenly. “Oh! Are you okay?” Celia the bookstore clerk stood behind her, as if she’d been reading over Tuatara’s shoulders. That in itself was unusual—Celia avoided interactions with customers so much that Doña Salvatierra, the owner of the store, had […]
Daily Writing Challenge, Day 1
Brindis glanced her map, a yellowed thing her grandmother had taped to the driver’s side sun shade. Outside, northern Arreboles looked like it ever did, desert and dust for miles. Even this far from the open pit mines to the south, trails of magia lingered in the sky. Abue Tati said it reminded her of […]