A. Medlin

Hello friends! Welcome to my newest blog hop, enjoy! And don't forget to read the other short stories linked at the bottom <3 . . . . . All her life, Princess Dulcinea had been told to take her position seriously. She was to learn the way of the courts, study enough to be a good conversationalist for her future husband, and act as a dignified and grateful queen when the time came. Learning to fight like a knight was not on the agenda, and yet, Dulcinea found herself more at home with a bow and arrow and the armory than flirting behind a pretty fan at the castle. Unfortunately, the princess had been taken quite off guard during her afternoon ride that day and, caught without a weapon, was quickly whisked off to who-knew-where by a dragon. She screamed the whole way, thrashing and kicking to try and loose herself from the dragon’s grasp. But the creature barely acknowledged her, and after about an hour, Dulcinea’s voice was raw, and she went limp in the dragon’s claws. Event...

Please enjoy another excerpt from my current novel project, Dog Down ! CW: mentions of death, mentions of zombies, mentions of sickness . . . . . “How did you two end up together?” Indigo broke the silence shortly after as she looked towards Sir Squibbles and Milton. Milton looked annoyed, his eyes half-squinted at her, but Sir Squibbles stood up on all fours, tongue lolling from his mouth as he began to speak. “Funny story, chica,” he started. “Milton’s actually been out here on his own since before the Loud Night . When it all started, I was hurt. Got out of my yard back home, but the dead walkers were on me like flies on shit,” he shook his head. “I got bit, thought I was a goner. But Milton found me. He had a different safe spot at the time. I just sorta… stuck around after that,” he finished, looking over at Milton who had an unreadable expression on his face. Indigo thought hard about that. She glanced at Zephyr, who had a similar expression on his face. “You got… bit?” Sir Squib...