Stories Of The Moment
Stories Told On Instinct
I’m a writer and voice actor. One of the frustrations I have with writing is that it is difficult to demonstrate. I can’t take “writing” to a talent show. If I was a singer, or I told jokes, I could go to open mics. If I made cheese or baked bread, I could go to a farmer’s market and give you a slice. That’s difficult to do with writing. So, I came up with this solution. I have a typewriter, and random story prompt tools.
These are raw stories. That’s terrifying, but it’s also the point. There’s no AI used. There’s no second guessing every sentence. There’s no editing or refining the ideas and sentence structure, even when it needs it. Self-doubt and a need for perfection is one of the biggest reasons people never start their creative journey.
Mollrick The Magician
Mollrick had never been the best magician.
The Dragon’s Mirror
The Dragon didn’t know much about what was in the trove.
Grif and The Wolf
Grif was pretty happy, as mice went.
Cleaning Mr. Weatherby’s House
Gerald didn’t know what to expect when he agreed to help Mr. Weatherby for the summer.
Mail Order Familiar
The spellbook wasn't as difficult to get through as Post had expected.
Top Hat and Tales
The witch had insisted that Reginald's quest could be achieved in the forest.
The Safe Sovereign
It wasn’t the worst summer job Simon could think of.
Farmer Joss’s Pumpkin Prizes
Farmer Joss’s pumpkin patch was the one that every child in town wanted to go to.
The Lost City of Bavar Pol
The storm had been flirting with stopping for the better part of a day, when Prince Lyle finally came to the dunes
Gronin the Thief
Gronin was a thief. At least, that’s what he told himself.
The Shier Family Cave
Margaery had been to the back of the cave only one other time.
Galant Guardian
Professor Disaster’s mountain lair had exploded with a satisfying concussive blast when Gallant Guardian reversed the polarity of the Kandrona Ray machine.
One Mouse, Two Mouse
Trig was at least the fourth generation of his family to live in the house. It was probably more, but mice weren’t great at genealogy.