With Crashing finished, I turned my dwindling time to the next genre selected by my patrons, a fairy tale. Despite my brain working on other projects, I couldn’t pry a story from my mind, so I reached for my story dice. After tossing three of them, I stared at the results and wondered how I’d weave a crescent moon, an eye, and a monster attached to someone together. Initially, I thought this combination would stifle my creativity. However, when I walked away from the keyboard, the skeleton of a story emerged from the depths of my imagination.
Aside from the crescent moon, which was used to establish when the tale takes place, I used the other die as inspiration, not as strict criteria. Find a comfortable chair as we follow a young couple as they’re thrust into a strange new world.
Bathed in moonlight, Maxwell and Camilla are taking a stroll along a beach when a mysterious wooden bridge appears before them…
Once upon a time, a young couple walked beneath a vibrant crescent moon, leaving a trail of footprints on the sandy shore. The man’s fingers entwined with hers as he stopped and twirled her into his chest. After freeing his hand from her grasp, he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her like a comforting blanket. “Who considered taking a moonlight stroll along the water to be an utter waste?”
Bubbly laughter spilled from her lips as she grasped his forearm. She leaned her head into his elbow as her chest rose. “Max, I never said that it was a terrible idea. I simply commented on the posted sign warning of the dangers we’d face if we took a moonlit walk.”
He kissed her neck as his arms tightened, pulling her closer to him. “You know, it’s never a bad thing to admit your mistakes, Camilla.”
She patted Maxwell’s hands as she shifted her temple to his chest. “Not only was this a wonderful idea, but I also couldn’t imagine a way of topping the evening.”
After kissing Camilla’s neck again, Maxwell loosened his grasp and led her farther along the sandy shore. “You can’t think of anything that would surpass an already memorable night?”
She tugged against his grip as her lips curled into a sultry smile. “Do you plan on trying?”
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