1. It always rained in the morning, soft and slow as if the ever-present clouds were shaking off the night.
2. There were no such things as Evil Wizards, not anymore. Susan had found that there were very few limits on what a god could do, even one who’d won her godhood by deeds instead of birth.
3. The air was thick with smoke, coating every breath with the taste of charred pine and scorched moss. The forest might be too wet to burn, but the invading army was still giving it the old college try.
4. Heather was the kind of dog that children dream of having; a fierce protector to ward off nightmares, a ruthless champion to mete out their revenge, someone to love them no matter what they asked of her… but Heather wasn’t real.
5. The soup was little more than flavored water, but there were few ways to make two rabbits feed eight people and damned if he was going to let any of them go hungry tonight.
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Written Sep 26th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts, Writing Posts
Tags: Air, Armies, Burning, Champion, Children, Clouds, Deeds, Dogs, Evil Wizards, Forests, Godhood, Gods, Heather, Hungry, Morning, Night, Nightmares, Pines, Rabbits, Rain, Remaking the World, Revenge, Smells, Smoke, Soup, Susan
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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Written Sep 19th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts, Writing Posts
Tags: Blankets, Death, Die Trying, Flu, Good Books, Grass, Heartbeats, Lies, Memories, Nightmares, Reality, saving the world, Scent, Sleep, Soup
1. “Did you meant it?”
“Mean what?”
“When you said ‘only if you were the last man on earth’?”
“That was before I knew you had a time machine.”
2. Dreams are meant to be broken, nightmares doubly so.
3. If anyone had looked, they would have noticed the small yellow-green mouse that sat on the corner of the booth muttering to itself. But in all fairness the sudden appearance of the pink and orange triceratops was slightly distracting.
4. “Some questions are best left unasked.” The dragon’s glare was as far from subtle as a three story carnivore could get, and Jen decided she didn’t really need to know why it was chained to the wall.
5. “If you could have anything, what would you want?” She leaned back against the side of the front-loader, looking out across the development.
“Nothing.”
“Wait, what?”
“I don’t ‘want’ Tabby, it’s not possible, thus regardless of the situation my answer would remain ‘nothing.’”
“You don’t really have a grasp on the ‘theoretical questions’ portion of conversation, do you.” She patted the side of the loader affectionately.
“I would point out that you’re the one having theoretical conversations with a piece of construction equipment.”
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Written Feb 21st, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts, Writing Posts
Tags: Chains, Construction Equipment, Dragons, Dreams, Figures of Speech, Jen, Last Man on Earth, Mice, Nightmares, Stupid Questions, Tabby, Theoretical Questions, Time Machines, Triceratops, Wants
