“Good evening.”
Here there be monsters—and stories, snippets, quotes, spreads
from the imperfect writing journal, prompts, advice, resources,
and other amusements for your writing and reading pleasure.

Thank you for joining us on the night side of fiction, may the
moon ever illuminate your path and the muse whisper in your ear.

-Fiona A. Elder

“Good evening.”
(Did you read that in a faux Dracula accent? Excellent, you are in the right place.)

Here there be monsters—and stories, snippets, quotes, spreads from the imperfect writing journal, prompts, advice, resources, and other amusements for your writing and reading pleasure.

Thank you for joining us on fiction’s darker side, may the moon ever illuminate your path and the muse whisper in your ear.

-Fiona A. Elder

Writing Prompt: Dust Swirling Thud

Wishes of casual ease, no matter the weight, this weekend. The metal container whined with strain as she casually lifted it by the corner. "Oy!" the security officer called. She returned it to the ground with a barely audible thud. "Were you—lifting that container?" Looking from the towering rusted corrugated bin, large enough to hold tons of contraband, back to the man nervously shifting in his uniform she gave a shrug and took a step back. "Who, little o' me? Couldn't be." The smile wasn't convincing as a flood light illuminated dust swirling around her ankles like a sparkling fog. If...

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