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A Year in Review

A Year in Review

This prompt marks one year of weekly story-telling. As such, my writing partner and I agreed that we should do something a little special. The ‘prompt’ therefore came to include as many references to past prompts as possible in the scene. We both had very different approaches and agreed it was a fun exercise. I …

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Nightmare

Nightmare

A sea of tall grass swayed in the stiff breeze. Colored blossoms bobbed and danced between the stalks, bright splotches of color like dots of paint still wet from the artists’ brush. Sunlight filled a sky empty of clouds and bluer than she’d ever seen. On the corner of her vision, Domerin Lorcasf stooped to …

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Obsession Revisited

Obsession Revisited

Domerin’s smile faltered and he rushed to replace it with a false approximation. His partner was sensitive to his moods these days, especially those remotely negative, and he wasn’t in the mood for another argument. For months Kail had gone on about the Winter Solstice Ball in the capital, so enamored with the idea of …

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Stuck

Stuck

I’m waiting for a phone call. I hate this kind of waiting. It ties my insides into knots. I fidget and try not to focus on the subject I’m waiting to speak about, but it invades every aspect of my consciousness. Butterflies fill my stomach and my heart pounds in my chest. I tell myself …

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Time Sensitive Mail

Time Sensitive Mail

Beneath the half-finished designs of a wedding dress, beside the discarded plan for a new type of directed explosive, sat a half-finished letter. Ves plucked it from the pile of disorganized chaos, folded it carefully and tucked it into the envelope with the rest. That left only the final piece of correspondence. She had spent …

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12 Hours Before the End

12 Hours Before the End

“This isn’t goodbye.” Domerin couldn’t blame his daughter for her skeptical expression. She had taken one look at him when he said Hello, Sunshine, and her face had turned ashen pale. Her demand to know what was happening was a reasonable one, but the answer was complex and he had never been good with words, …

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