Happy Hump Day!
It’s been a slow week here, I know. On the bright side, I’ve gotten a lot (by my standards) done on Withered Legacy. After a few months of not writing anything, I wrote quite a bit yesterday and I’ve got steam left over to keep going! In the meantime, updates here will be sporadic and continue to depend on prompts.
Today’s post comes courtesy of Tara’s #100WordChallenge.
The house is shrouded in silence when I get back, dawn a couple of hours away. Though I can’t sleep, I retreat to my room. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the solitude of being the only one awake at night, and yet a part of me refuses to readjust to human hours.
“Ariella?” My father – tired and groggy – sits up from my bed.
“You didn’t have to wait.”
“I wanted to.” A yawn. “Here – this came for you.” He holds out a wax-sealed letter.
“From who?” My stomach turns – Niklaus wouldn’t actually write me letters, would he?
I’m struggling (as always) with how to get this story to the next plot point. Here’s hoping future prompts set me up for it.
As always, think happy thoughts!