Short Story Friday–The View

The Acolyte’s eyes stung from the sweat which was dripping off his forehead. He wasn’t adverse to hard work, which was all Acolytes knew, but the climb was arduous.

Applied Imagination

Today’s post is a short story which takes place in the world I created for a novel I began several years back. One day, I’ll sit down and finish it just so I can say, “I wrote a novel.” It’ll never be published, but I can say I did it. The elevator door opened and…