Prompted Writing
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Timing was everything. Look normal. Don’t draw suspicion. Still, he couldn’t focus on anything…
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Sharon stood on the ledge, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her chest heaved as she sucked in air between sobs. Her intent had been to jump, but she hadn’t found the courage. As she had worked her way away from the window, she nearly lost her balance when she stepped on a loose brick. In
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“What was that?” I asked aloud, my own voice echoing back to me in a sinister whisper not my own, as though someone stood in the shadows mocking me. Turning around to study my surroundings once again in the flickering torchlight, I saw only the damp, moldy walls of the lowest dungeon. With each step
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The bookstore went almost unnoticed as Kali shuffled by. I say shuffled, because Kali was deep in a funk, a treacherous, black funk, the morose sort that consumes your every thought, dragging you down into a dark whirlpool of despair. It was just this sort of funk that had Kali shuffling down that particular street
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She could fly! He was sure of it. And so, based upon this rock solid conviction, he launched her over the edge of the balcony. Or at least, that was how he played it. For a brief moment though, it appeared she would indeed fly—that terrible moment when she seemed to hang suspended in the
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The Challenge: Write about a strange relative. Here are a few random words, to incorporate together into a narrative: book | vessel | lifesaver | vagabond | bottom Here’s my attempt… ________________________ My uncle is a strange one. I mean he was really something once upon a time—way back, during the war, he had been