When I saw your name at the bottom of this week's prompt post, I knew I was in for a treat. No blue creature. No flannel shirt. No vernacular dialogue. This time we get a classic tale. We have the witches and the charms. We have the narrow minded rule makers and the boorish prison guards. We have wonderful, vivid language.
Morwain tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear and departed the boat. Her wine-colored cloak and dress whipping about her legs.
How did you whip up such a well-constructed piece so quickly? I expected a treat and I got it.
Great writing!
Ahh @agmoore, your kind words are the treat! I know they make me feel slightly better about the mania that struck when I read the prompt at 6AM, got hit in the cortex with a story idea, hopped out of bed and crafted like a woman possessed by a fairytale muse. Or something, lol!
I'll throw a flannel shirt in the next tale hehe!
Ha Ha.
When I write stories these days, that's exactly how it happens. An idea pops into my head fully formed. And then I pour it onto paper. These seem to be much better than tortured projects.
Whatever the cause. It works beautifully here.