Muninn's Memories



January 2017

Sensitive: Twenty-four/Twenty-five

I never saw a star as lovely as the one I saw with Jubilee.

Oklahoma, 1915

Nick and young Charley jawed side-by-side on the box.©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words

Second Wind

Revising and editing the last few thousand words of The Farmer's Daughter is taking nearly everything I've got in terms of buckling down and grinding it out. I've lived with this thing for nearly a year, so sick of each... Continue Reading →

Sensitive: Twenty-two/Twenty-three

You have an explorer's heart. You should have been a pilot.


Her fingers twitched with reanimation.;©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words

Sensitive: Twenty-Twenty-one

If that moral indignity was not to be in vain, I must reach J'ting.

Petty Thief

Icy as the jewels at her ears, she creased her lip... ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words

Sensitive: Eighteen-Nineteen

The hull quaked amid a boom like thunder.

Redcliffe Windmill

Glistening motes of chaff drifted on light. ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 98 words

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