1. He would save the world or die trying– even if the world was already lost.

2. Of all the things I could remember from that day, it’s the scent of crushed grass that burns brightest in my memories.

3. Some days are meant for bowls of warm soup, nestling in a cocoon of blankets, and pouring what’s left of your flu-strangled brain into a good book.

4. Lie to everyone but yourself, it’s those lies that make everything else real…

5. Sleep is the heartbeats between nightmares.

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1. Fate is just as often kind as unkind, but tragic endings make for better press.

2. A writer’s job is never done– which is why, at some point, the editor has to duct tape them to the chair and take away the pen.

3. It would be lying to say a hush fell over the forest because the sharp sudden silence is anything but ‘hush’.

4. Fast Food drive-through is a lot like Russian roulette, most of the time you’ve got a pretty good chance of getting what you ordered more or less in the condition you anticipated, but every so often you end up with a bag with two fish sandwiches, some neon green carbonated soda, and no fries.

5. I’m a wave upon the ocean/I’m a cloud upon the sky/A tree lost in the forest/though my memories are lies…

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1. Because the best adventures are the ones you don’t see coming.

2. There’s a silence here, hiding in-between the cracks, a distant echo of the times when I was alone. Memories muffled by the tread of booted feet and the crumble of debris, torn loose as they chip away my shell. I wonder sometimes what they think they’ll find. My children have done their work too well, no one alive remembers me. The dead –whose memories are twined among my latticework– shift in the darkness, muttering to themselves.

3. It’s oddly comforting, the feel of warm earth between fingers and toes. Maddy could weed with confidence now, finally certain in here ability to tell arboreal friend from foe. It was oddly ironic how unprepared they’d been, even with a thirty year trip to prepare themselves. They’d stocked the ships with all the knowledge they needed on how to survive, but it had been all intellect and no application ’till they finally touched down. They’d been schooled to expect the unexpected, but Humanity had forgotten just how unnerving the unfamiliar was. [USED 10/12/08]

4. They saw the world as a web of electromagnetic fields, a blue-green net that sparked and shimmered in the dark.

5. Port is wine, and port is left, and port is safe haven in a storm, but for ships of the line, that thin starlit line, port is the slanting roll of guns; up and to the left, where there is no up and no left, and they fill the vacuum with silent fire.

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1. Things are quieter than they’ve been in a long time and she takes a moment to revel in the silence.

2. It’s odd, the things you remember when you’re watching someone die.

3. “Stop, just stop. It isn’t funny anymore.”
“Who said I was trying to be funny?”

4. Cats, by their very nature, are not inclined to suffer fools.

5. The sun is a tiny speck in the sky; cold, distant, yet brighter than it has any right to be.

These story prompts are released into the wild per Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 United States License, so sayth their author Martha McMahon Bechtel.

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