This month I decided to pull my prompts from a regular deck of playing cards, drawn randomly, and a random quote.
Pushing through brambles, Brycen lunged toward the river. Muddy and bleeding from briar scratches, he stumbled and caught himself on a massive stone with an inscription reading:
"In tenne, I stryve agayn the strond so wyde,
Swymmynge upstream, agaynst the cunnynge tyde."
Digging through the vines to loosen it, Brycen saw that the stone was part of a larger structure. He had heard rumors of an abandoned castle, but no one would tell him more. He studied the words, trying to decipher the text. "Strive again…swim upstream?"
Musing, Brycen leaned against the wall just as it gave way. He tumbled.
Inspired by Erica Drayton Writes