Posts Tagged "Short Story"

Story Idea WIP: Cinderella Retelling

          My new sisters call me Cinderella. I’ve never before heard a name as appropriate as it is cruel. It has a sense of heat to it, like it’s burning into my soul, marking me even while it changes me. At least I’m sure it would feel that way if I had a soul to burn.

          My birth name is Ella, and I was one of the thousands of children born each year with the disorder Careo Animus. In essence, I was born without a soul. It’s a rare birth defect, but not so rare as to be unheard of. You probably know at least one person who was born with the disorder, although they are unlikely to admit it. There is a bit of a stigma around having been born soulless, but we have the same rights as anyone else. Well… Most of us do.

          I’m a bit different. I’m a Construct. A Singed Construct. When my parents learned about my genetic deficiency, they did not follow the law and adopt a soul from the waiting pool of corporal applicants. They took me home, and forged a brand new soul for me. A few microchips, a couple gears, a pinch of magic and voila! Instant soul.

          Only one problem. I’m not supposed to exist. Their plan, while brilliant in execution, lacked a thorough consideration of the consequences. They viewed the act of creation as a miracle. The world viewed it as murder. My body could no longer house a real soul, leaving in its place a pale and artificial imitation. Like so many other foolhardy parents, their crime was discovered, their souls were impounded, and their bodies given over to the next applicants. Unfortunately, the gift of corporal form came with some unwanted baggage; me.

          To mark my shame, and the damaged state of my soul, my entire wardrobe has been singed. I can’t even go to the market without everyone staring, whispering, judging. I would know. I am the one who goes to market every week. I am the one who does the laundry, cooks the meals, washes the dishes, and scrubs the floors. Along with anything else my new family demands. A Singed Construct has no rights. We are lucky to exist.

          I am going to change all that though. Today I’m making a gambit for my freedom, and, win or lose, I’m all in.

Read More

Writing Prompts!


I am listening to some really epic and stirring music on Pandora right now, so forgive me if some of these writing prompts seem a bit dark. I’m going to list a few lines that just come to mind, and will be writing a short story around them. Keep in mind, while some of the sentences are strung together, they aren’t a paragraph, just lines that may be used in the stories.

Fingers tightening around the lock of hair, she gazed into the roiling waves. Her knuckles were as white as the ocean froth, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Her flesh was as cold as the merciless waves, and her eyes were frosted with ice. With the sailor’s knife, the siren cut her binding. Her heart sang as she felt the sand under her feet for the first time in her life. Oh, the chaos she will wreak.

In spite of the dagger in Gerald’s hand, he knew he was about to die.

Hands on her knees, Isande strained for the smallest sound. It was hard to hear anything over her panting breaths, and  the desperate pounding of her heart.

Saeryne trailed her fingers through the blood of Father Darius and laughed.

Come back soon to read a story based off one of these prompts. Join me if you dare! I’d love to read what you come up with.


Read More