The Stage

Clarita from Morquefile. The Stage Traci Kenworth   My hand closed on the curtain leading to the stage. This was it. The big moment. Before I’d been a part of the audience, this time, the devue had come for me. At fourteen, I’d longed for the year I’d be chosen. My chance to escape from […]

The Three Faces of Death

The Three Faces of Death Traci Kenworth   That summer came in early, wet and stormy. I danced in a few puddles, and then cringed at the thought of someone seeing me out here, acting so childish. Seventeen wasn’t an age to veer from your course, otherwise, you could end up backtracked to Antarctica when […]

The Gaming Hall

  Photo credit jppi from morguefile. The Gaming Hall Traci Kenworth   I wasn’t supposed to be in here, to see what went on, but hey, when your sixteen rules are meant to be broken. Especially when it may attract attention from parents who act like you don’t exist anymore since the divorce. Not that […]

Ghost Cannons…

Ghost Cannons Traci Kenworth The billows of smoke stung my nostrils. So much for a summer to relax, I thought. Instead, I’d spend it here among old artifacts and forgotten memories. Talking to ghosts. And wishing for so much more. “Maggie,” Josh Winters sprinted to catch up. I slowed my pace, hoping I wouldn’t blush […]


Here it is phrase of the week again for the YAFF Muse Blog: A rock sailed through the broken window, catching a jagged piece of glass and spraying shards…. Birthplace Traci Kenworth A rock sailed through the broken window, catching a jagged piece of glass and spraying shards of the test tubes, Bunson burners, and […]

The Violet Ball

The Violet Ball Traci Kenworth Just where the violet ball came from, nobody knew. It sat there, between the paws of one of the two Bengal Tigers, both of whom looked more white than orange-and-black. Hunter and I worked on the daystaff at the Bringmin Zoo. He grazed my elbow with his own and pointed […]


“The scent wafted through the cracked window, reminding (him/her/they/it) of….” This is something new for the Muse blog this week, working off a single sentence, so let’s see how this goes… Fanfares Traci Kenworth The scent wafted through the cracked window, reminding me of the day I came to be in this god-awful place. Once […]

Why the Reverse Outline Works for Me.

Why the Reverse Outline Works for Me Traci Kenworth With the ending being the first idea I come up with, it gives me focus, a goal to work toward. And I don’t have to know what happens down to the every detail, just a shadow of what is to come works for me. I’m not […]