Isidora walked through the living space of the Marigold, mentally doing a final check. Clothing, check. Rations, check. Engines functioning, check (at least according to the dials). She finally ended at the greenhouse bay, with it’s wide, lovely, functionally useless windows partly obscured with plant stalks and branches. Golden rice, growing well. Limes, too. And finally, the most important check. No stowaways, either according to visual inspection or the ship’s sensors
Hi all! So November is National Writing Month, and in honor of that (and in an attempt to help out those of you who are participating in NaNoWriMo), we will be doing 30 days of writing prompts. Starting Nov. 1 and lasting through the 30th, we will post a prompt every day along with our … Continue reading National Writing Month News
The apartment was unusually empty. She was used to the sounds of the water running in the shower, of humming drifting from his desk, the smell of his cologne, and most of all, she missed his touch.
Pages of Fiction is a blog devoted to stories. Every other week, we will present a short story written by one of the moderators. In between, we will provide tips, prompts, and other writing related snippets.