Adventures sounds very grand for what I’ve been doing.
It’s helped me work on editing. More importantly, it’s made me think about how to create little worlds as effectively as possible.
They’re starting points, but I find it relaxing to switch off from work and do something creative. I’m privileged to have the ability to do so, to be fair.
Below are two examples of microfiction I’ve made so far. The first, Hunger, is from an exercise during the Gothic Day of Creation. The second, Ritual, is one of my evening stories:
He ran, blood falling from his teeth, forest branches scratching his body. His only crime had been hunger, and they had so much meat to spare. Escape was near until, suddenly, it was not: up ahead he spotted her small figure, her shining axe blade and her bloody, red cloak.
Candles illuminated the body. Thia kissed his decaying lips and recited words wrenched from her mother.
She waited, watching the mist coalesce and settle upon him. His body spasmed twice, the ritual complete.
Eyes wide open, Michael stared at her.
“Was I dead?” he whispered.
“Far too long, this time.”