Prompt Word: Weather Minervie and Chip Mr. Cangamelia opened his front door, “Oh, Hi Minervie. Come in, come in. Where’s the little one?” He said that last bit with a little bit of stress. Minervie made no move from the front porch, “I don’t have time for weather talk today, I just came here to hand you over a new … medicine.” She pulled a corked bottle from her satchel, and held it out, but not too far....
Prompt Word: Fast Minervie and Chip The unusually tall, gossamer wight of a woman sat at Minervie’s kitchen table with a steaming teacup in front of her. “Before you start, have you been to see Mindy yet?” Minervie asked. Barbera, the Banshee (but never say it like that, she abhores the alliteration) replied, “No, she’s my next stop.” “Oh, wonderful, I’ll invite her over, it should save us all some time, no?...
Prompt Word: Bind Minervie and Chip Chip was in the den, absentmindedly scratching at the edge of the bind around his ankle while reading a children’s book about a walking bear. He didn’t seem deeply troubled by yesterday’s sudden bout with danger. Not wanting to go outside could equally be due to his difficulty walking on that bruised ankle, as opposed to fear. Minervie hoped it was just his ankle. She knew well, he could tear through the house like an overexcited puppy without being outside....
Prompt Word: Bound Minervie and Chip (Halloween Post) Minervie finished a potion, and realized with dread that she hadn’t heard anything from Chip for a while. He wasn’t in the yard. He wasn’t in his room, nor reading in the den. She stood on the back porch and with a touch of magic amplification, yelled for him. The silence was deafening. Worse, there were no bird calls from the gathering woods....