Raye McLaughlin

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

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“"When winter comes, where do the forest folk go?"” by Raye McLaughlin

Submitted to Contest #281

     The night air carried a storm and a stranger.      The storm came from the North and brought with it thick, dark clouds that hung low about the trees, the power of them almost tangible in the air. The temperature dropped steadily with the sun, and just as the last light of sunset glittered away, snow began to fall.     The winter came like a dam breaking. By morning, the land was painted white. The snow had slowed to a gentle dusting, but still fell steadily...

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“QE1012 and Knightly's Origin Story” by Raye McLaughlin

Submitted to Contest #280

THIRD WINTER MOON - ACMAJ KINGDOM - HIGHMOON     Hello? Hello! Yes!     ♪I stole a magic book! It writes what I say!♪     Hello! This is QE1012, slave of the Dragonborn Kingdom of Acmaj on Jasper Island, Zoso. My bros call me Twelve. Actually, I just have one bro, but if I had more, I’m sure they'd call me that, too.      I stole this magic book from the High Mage for three reasons. Number one: I can’t write worth ____. It’s that dar...

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“What Others Have Forgotten” by Raye McLaughlin

Submitted to Contest #280

“What does ‘hardihood’ mean?” Glen’s voice carried softly through the great cave to where Steelio sat on a fur seat, dozing.      Steelio Windfacer hated children. He hated crying and giggling and kid-germs and everything else about them. As a rule, he wouldn’t even talk to someone unless they were old enough to grow a beard. But despite his disdain for younglings, this one was his own. The child, Glen Copperfield-Woods, was not Steelio’s child by blood. He was the son of a young couple of musicians who liv...

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“The Granite Cliffs” by Raye McLaughlin

Submitted to Contest #279

My eyes opened, suddenly, pulling me from my sleep in an instant. I looked around my room, wondering what had woken me up, but all was still. The moment I closed my eyes again, a sound came. Click! A pebble hit my window. I sat up, wide awake now, and looked at my alarm clock: 1:00 a.m. . Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, I stood and walked to the window. It’s Probably a serial killer waiting to kill me victorian-style. I mean, who throws pebbles at a window to get someone’s attention this century besides a cereal killer? The thought...

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Author bio

My last name is said 'mick-lull-in' ;) Author of the Tavernkeeper series Avid D&D player (and huge nerd) Music Lover Outdoor enthusiast I like writing unique takes on prompts, so expect the unexpected... "Treat everyone like who they are capable of being" -Jordan Peterson "What loss is death if life is not to be lived?" -R.A. Salvatore, Legend of Drizzt 2 Nephi 33:3-4