Sometimes when I’m browsing Audible, I’ll glance at their suggestions, and sometimes I’ll even latch onto one. So when The Girl Who Sees: Sasha Urban Series, Book 1, popped up on that list, the cover caught my attention. The vortex of playing cards pulled at my attention, and I possessed an extra credit to use, so I traded the credit for the book. Despite getting the book, it lingered in my library for a while, until I finished some other stories.

When I pick up an Urban Fantasy, I’m expecting a certain format, especially with the protagonist. Typically, they are well versed with their magic and the world of the supernatural. But this time, we get a protagonist that is blissfully unaware about the darker world around her, which allows for a unique tale...

Every so often when I’m thumbing through my Facebook feed, I come across pictures that spark a story in my mind. When they come to the surface I’ll give a brief overview of the tale. It’s never anything extensive, but it’s enough for me to keep the crux of the tale fresh in my mind. So when I came across a picture of a woman with purple hair using magic to extract a stone from a glass case, I couldn’t resist crafting a narrative...

With the completion of Bounding Ramps and Dangerous Cuts, I buckled down and started thinking about the last story of March, a Political Satire. Once more, I focused my attention on the headlines, but this time instead of finding an abundance of articles to pluck a central idea from, all I could find were articles about COVID-19. I didn’t want to write a story about the reaction to the outbreak. But after searching for another option, I couldn’t find something that seemed any better, so I tackled the topic...

As Rylan’s plans continue to be implemented, the half of the crew that disagree with the Captain begin to wonder if Rylan will be able to help him. While Darvan continues to prepare their escape, Annabelle convinces Rylan that he has to give the crew answers. He agrees to a meeting and arranges for it to take place on the shuttle he piloted to the dead worlds...

As I finished Bounding Ramps, my attention turned to the next story in the pipeline for March. And this month, the second genre is one of my absolute favorites, a fantasy. This is a wonderfully rich genre with many sub-genres to explore. With a gleam in my eye, I navigated to NYC Midnight’s competition page for 2019 and searched for a fantasy prompt. My random search fell on the line telling me to write this tale in a barbershop with a bongo drum making an appearance...

With March’s poll complete, I turned my focus to the first story for the month, another Drama. Though it competed with the draft of a different project. But when that future draft stopped spinning around in my mind, I ventured back to NYC Midnight’s collection of prompts for 2019 and pulled a random Drama prompt. And I grumbled about the location once my mind processed it. I needed to put a dramatic story into a parking garage...

Darren rubs his splinted arm as he pulls his assignment from his bag. He remembers the duel that caused the injury, and he groans at the sudden pain that lances up his forearm. When the stack of papers appear on the right side of his head, Darren collects them and adds his sheet to the pile. He hands them to the student in front of him and wonders if Imryll could assist him in improving his defenses...

Facing a new threat, Tarian dispatches teams to scour the wilderness for the recent peril. Keldon, Engrim, and Caleb are tapped as leaders and they spend every available moment searching for the evasive threat. After weeks of fruitless searching, they believe the initial creature was unique...

While Marcus waits for the completion of the tracks to the Western Region, he assists Talia in teaching the other farmers of the Eastern Region how to breed their animals. Over the course of a year, most of their neighbors have embraced the challenge and are delivering animals to the Northern, Southern, and Central Regions. One day while Talia is working with their animals, she doubles over and Marcus rushes her to the Central Region’s hospital via train...

With all the information about their system gathered and the first colonization ship created, the Aurorans take their first step towards forming their new federation. The triumvirs select Isaac and his crew to pilot the new world ship. The ship is populated promptly and their departure and flight is without issue. Jump into the story as the ship enters the atmosphere of their new colony...

With the completion of Inquiries and Encroaching Shadows, I tackled the final story for February my Historical Fiction. But I needed a seed to plant so a story could grow. So once more I ran towards the trusty source of writing prompts, NYC Midnight. As I searched the document, I ended up on a Historical fiction that takes place in a tenement building with a grater making an appearance along the way...

While a gnarled man with wild white hair walked in front of his bookshelf, his finger traced the spine of each book on the fifth shelf from the floor. When he felt the one constructed with dragon scales, he stopped and grinned. He pulled the volume from its fellows and clutched it to his chest, marching for the table in the middle of the room. “Semil, where are you?”

“I’m doing what you instructed me to do,” the young man said, rushing into the library. He peered over an eclectic collection in his arms. “Should I discard these ingredients?”

The elderly man thumped the book down and pulled his robes tightly against his chest. He waved his hand across his throat, screaming, “Silence!”

Semil frowned and tried to speak, but nothing escaped his lips...

With the Captain curtailing the rights of his crew, Rylan searches for a way to keep his team safe. He reaches back to his roots as a technician, and attempts to retrieve the information from the salvaged data assembly. And because he refuses to diminish their ultimate survival, he keeps most of his decisions from his lieutenants...

As I finished Inquiries, my attention turned to the next genre for the month of February. I’ve written a few Fairy Tales, and each one was fun, though I believe my first, The Noodle Trap to be the best of the bunch. But with that said, I started digging into the potential story. While I used a different source of prompts for the first story, I returned to NYC Midnight and picked the prompt placing my story at a family reunion and featuring a fireplace...

Darren, Maxwell, and Roland leave the Academy for a night of relaxation. They head for a local restaurant for a meal, camaraderie, and recreation. The three intend to stay until the restaurant closes. And Darren wants to find out the truth about a rumor floating around the school...