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Daily Prompt #10

She could have been a queen in some exotic land for the way she stood outside that bordello. And perhaps she was. The hot desert sun beat against his brow, sending droplets of sweat across his sun-goldened complexion. In the distance, a sandstorm brewed, dancing up to touch the disappearing clouds. They filtered languidly across… Read More Daily Prompt #10

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Daily Prompt #9

“Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you,” he growled at as he pushed her back in line. His voice butchering the only language she’d ever known and his rough hands on her shoulders sending fear down her spine. She stared at him, defiance shining from her eyes, even… Read More Daily Prompt #9

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Daily Prompt #8

“I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid going to this family brunch,” I grumbled under my breath as I sat down in the passenger seat. “What?” my older brother turned to me from the driver’s seat, a question in his eyes. “Nothing, Ian,” I smiled forcefully, while my mind swarmed with bitter… Read More Daily Prompt #8

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Daily Prompt #7

The dank smell of the city permeated my senses. The co-mingling of blood, urine, and coal the only scents to reach my nose for months. I remembered the days outside The Wall. Ma always baked a cake, at least once a week, and pa came home smelling like sweet grass. My nails dug into my… Read More Daily Prompt #7

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Daily Prompt #6

She looked at him with effervescent green eyes that seemed to sear his soul Yet, she didn’t say a word. He waited, until the silence was almost too much to bear, before asking once more, “Where are you from?” Her head tilted, her white-blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. He followed her direction and saw… Read More Daily Prompt #6

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Daily Prompt #5

August 7th, 1888 London, England My revolver, found by the East End docks, digs into my spine, a reassuring nuisance. The sky casts violet shadows surround me, as does the life I thought I’d left behind. Yet, the whispers of the dark streets and the characters who haunt them have called me out.  I pull… Read More Daily Prompt #5

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Daily Prompt #4

The air stung my cheeks as if an electric current snaked through my body. My hair whipped around my face as I pushed the solid door shut, the heavy rain drenching my shirt. Wind shook the storm shutters and the entire house strained in protest. Outside, the dark violet sky tinged with light green, fought… Read More Daily Prompt #4

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Daily Prompt #3

“Dude, we are not asking the dragon for directions.” A flushed faced youth smiled, he was already sweating under his heavy armor. All he wanted was a hot meal, a pint of cold ale, and perhaps even a pile of hay to sleep upon. Who was he to sweat speaking with a dragon? “We totally are,… Read More Daily Prompt #3

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Daily Prompt #2

“I’ll kill you.” “Darling, I’m already dead.” His cold eyes watch her as if daring her to refute his words. She swipes her hand past her split lip and it returns to her bloody. The metallic taste of blood, which she spits at his feet, binds her to mortality. “Don’t,” she whispers taking a step… Read More Daily Prompt #2