Free Write Friday – February 1


Most Fridays I will be posting a book review, hopefully, but I wanted to add something else. Reviews are wonderful but some Fridays just need a little something extra, especially those weeks that I don’t have a review to offer. In comes Free Write Friday.

The concept – Free Write Fridays will contain a short passage, poem, excerpt, letter to a senator, or anything else that has gone from my brain to the page during the week that is not a part of my main writing project. I often find myself jotting down a random free write when I’m frustrated with my main project and then it ends up moldering in a folder. Instead, I think I’ll share them with you. Could be fun!

These pieces will appear in their original form which is often unedited and are my intellectual property alone

This week I have been particularly frustrated as I fiddle with the details of the magic system in my main project. So, to get out my irritation, I did a quick free write whose concept started with just one thing: the name Morgan.


Morgan reached down and wrapped her fingers around the hilt of the bloody sword at her feet. The blade was wet and slippery and no matter how tightly Morgan held it the hilt it never felt firm in her grasp. How many different people’s blood was mixed onto that length of steel? Since the battle had begun it had collected a sacrifice from dozens, perhaps over a hundred victims. But there was at least one more it had to collect that evening.


On the hill Morgan could see the captain’s cape flapping in the breeze. He stood looking out over the battlefield with the bodies of his enemies strewn around him. Morgan knew that somewhere in that pile was her Joseph. He would have been with the first group to reach the summit and she saw no sign of him among those still upright and fighting. That was done then, her Joseph was gone. Good. He wouldn’t have liked to see what was coming next.


Morgan bent and wiped the hilt of her sword on the cape of one of the fallen at her feet. He had put up quite the fight but in the end, none would stand in her way. The captain had to die and she was the only one that could accomplish that goal. Captain Argus had slaughtered his way through town after town, he and his men leaving none still breathing in their wake. The countryside was saturated in the corpses of the men, women, and children who had the bad luck to be on Argus’s war path.


None remained alive once he and his men had come through.


The country had had enough. Morgan had had enough. The king had retreated to his fortress in the mountains, accepting what he assumed was his fate to die. He had given up on his people and his country. He was no ruler, merely a figurehead that was meant to be toppled. But not by a tyrant like Argus. The kingdom and what remained of its people couldn’t go from weak leadership to an iron fist. They had to be allowed to heal.


For just a moment, Morgan closed her eyes and imagined all those she had lost. Her mother and father, her brother, her best friend, her lover, and nearly every other person she had ever known in her life. Her village was gone, wiped out by the hordes the same as all the other villages surrounding it. No one had been brave or stupid enough to stand up to Argus then. But now it was different. Now, she had nothing left to lose.



That is it for this first Free Write Friday! What do you think of the concept? I’m going to give it a few weeks, see how it goes, and decide if it is worth pursuing further so let me know your thoughts.

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