I wrote this from aldersprig's eighth prompt.

“Why would anyone put a stone circle underground?”  Orac shone his torch around the chamber.  The circle was already lit by arc lights but the torch brought up patterns on the stones that weren’t obvious in the direct light.  On the far side of the chamber the professor and the graduate students were animatedly ( Read more... )

I wrote this to aldersprig's fourth prompt.

She was back again, with her braid of hair on the cusp between blonde and brown hanging down her back, quartering the early morning pine forest with her eyes on the ground.  After he’d seen her the first time he’d taken greater pains to hide his traces but, despite her bow and trousers she did not seem to be a ( Read more... )