"You're more poet than anything." I folded my arms and glared at Ian. He sat perched on the edge of the roof, dressed like an adventurer. I coveted every part of his outfit -- the breezy shirt made of course cloth, the sturdy breeches, the leather boots that laced up to his calves, the dagger on his hip. Tomorrow he would set sail to a life I craved more than anything. But did he appreciate his opportunities? No. And I hated him for it. "Do you despise poets, Ingrid?" His voice was sad, but a grin twisted at the corners of his mouth as he finished his question. Those blue eyes of his cut in my direction with a teasing flash. "They don't DO anything." My thoughts and emotions ran in torrents, but I could see his flowing smoothly and quietly. Even in his uneasiness about the morrow, his face was a peaceful as a child falling asleep in his own bed. ...
You seem to have a lot of good stories in working! Are we able to read any online or are you just holding people in suspense?
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ReplyDeleteThank you! I am glad that you like the story ideas I have in the works! It is always great to hear feedback like that.
Right now, you will have to content yourself with the quotes and scenes that I post and the occasional short story. You can look back through my archives for that. I don't have any full-length stories available to read online. I wouldn't want to spoil a story before it is published. ;)
Hopefully the wait (and suspense) will be worth it, and I think it will. However, I would love to hear about types of posts you would like to read between now and then. And if I have enough people interested in regular posting of short stories, I am happy to do that as well.
Thank you again for commenting and I hope to hear from you more in the future.