Often Inspired

When I was a young child they thought I was born blind or crazy. I cried and screamed almost endlessly. When I was old enough to walk I stumbled, put my hands over my eyes, and seemed to trip and fall over unseen obstacles. My misery, the visits to doctors...

Fair proud a lad I was, and bold, so when our healer, Allonia, sent me to look for the royal’s berry, “Crimson the fruit, and set upon a throne of three leaves, no more and no less, green shot through with purple, like unto the robes of our fair Duke...

I’m writing a horror short story with a fantasy background. It has a problem. Here are the opening two paragraphs:
Fair proud a lad I was, and bold, so when the healer sent me to look for the royal’s berry, “Crimson the fruit, and set upon a throne of three leaves, no more and no less, green shot through with purple, like unto the robes of our fair Duke, who holds...

You never can tell what you’re going to find in a New York bar. Greeley’s looked like a comfortable place to sit on a stool and sip a cold one, so I pushed the door open and looked inside. The bar itself was a solid, polished slab of mahogany, and the...