After another miserable NYCMidnight Short Story Contest first round where, for the third year straight, I drew Horror as my category (your randomizer is broken, NYCM), I’m back to trying to get things written that I want to write. For those who enjoyed “Storm-Spun” (and if you did, please review, and if you haven’t read it yet, please grab a copy!) I’m playing around in the same universe with the same characters.

Which of course means I’m looking up riddles. I’m thinking of borrowing this one:

In the marble walls as white as milk, lined with skin as soft as silk, within a fountain crystal clear, a golden apple does appear. No doors are there to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

Too obvious?

And in other news,

Bailey isn’t speaking to me because I didn’t agree that 3:30pm was suppertime. When the silent treatment didn’t work, she went and got the Corgi as backup.