Tag: WritingPrompts
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Into the Fire, Pt. 2
My brain was not done with this past Friday’s WritingPrompt. This appears to form a whole (thoroughly unedited) Chapter One, and I fear I need to work on a new outline. This particular story starts here. There is even more. “Are you offering to teach me the art of cooking, or the art of defense…
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Into the Fire
A hooded figure hurried back through the forest, as the daylight was already fading. The weather and trail had been too inviting on a morning free of obligations, and Zenia had lost hours in the deep meadows. The butterflies were dancing at this time of year, a paradoxical good omen that heralded the darkest night…
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Nobody is More Neighborly Than Me
Id the Impulsive, 8457th of His Name, entered his main audience chamber. Sidestepping around very short furniture, sized for the majority of his subjects and staff, he approached the Grand Council Table. The other tables were also sized for the nice folk that bordered his kingdom. He hoped to invite them inside soon, though there…
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Answer me this
The man named Elder, for that was all that his father and village chieftain had ever called him, sat at the end of a long table. The benches at this table were crowded with men in a disordered array of different garments, no two sets of protective armor the same. Some, like Elder, wore no…
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You had to be there
I was starting to get rather peeved, but this person was my guest, the only one to actually show up. Finishing their introduction with a clear warning, he said, “This was a lovely party, but I must be returning now, and I trust you’ll tell the public the right thing come tomorrow.”. He settled back…
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Help is on the way
[Connecting…] [A licensed medical professional will answer your questions in a moment. Thank you for your patience.] [Connecting…] [You are connected to Dr. Eliza Smith. Please state your medical inquiry in plain English.] > My rash is whispering to me [I am sorry. Would you like a referral for an over-the-counter remedy? Please answer YES…
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Onward
Peter paid for his coffee during the morning rush, like he always did these days. He occasionally wondered whether the drink he purchased here held any power over his stay, but ordering what he wanted never seemed to change anything. People stuck in places like this always got out by becoming a better person, or…
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The Narrator
It was just after dawn on the coast of California, but the kitchen staff on the first floor of the main house were already busy. The kitchens shared the same wall of glass windows as the business offices and living quarters in the floors above, with commanding views of steep cliffs leading down to sandy…
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Stirred sounds better than Shaken. That one?
He wore sunglasses with lenses so small that they made it hard to focus on anything not immediately in front of his face. To any casual observer, this would seem to be a clearly useless affectation, really. His Majesty’s Special Agent hoped to prove them wrong someday, when the time came. As it was, he…
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I can get it for you, whole soul
The hooded figure waited under the light of the waning moon, next to a wooden placard on a long metal pole off to one side of the town square. Its message was clear enough, rendered in a lazy hand with blue paint. Ye Meeting Pointe. The hooded figure looked to the clock tower. 12:07. “Crap,”…