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. There’s a sound above them in the trees, a soft low hum that sounds like the rustling of leaves… but not quite.
2. “Anyone have a match?”
3. A slick sheen of ice covered the surface of the boat, dripping from the railings, and splintering into spiderwebs of frost across the bulkheads.
4. Sight and sound are only two of five senses, on this world what keeps you alive is smell…
5. Never turn your back on a cat.
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Written Jul 11th, 2009 and filed under Story Prompts,Writing Posts
Tags: Boats, Cats, Forests, Frost, Humming, Ice, Match, Sight, Smells, Sounds, Trees
1. She can’t remember when she stopped being scared, but it’s gone now. Instead she’s just tired and cold and ready to die.
2. “Mmm, smells like rain.”
“You can’t smell water, it’s probably just the ozone from the lightning.”
“No, it smells like rain. You know, a little bit cold, sort of crisp and wet– it’s just, well, rain-smelling.”
“And you wonder why your psych profile has all those little asterisks in it…”
3. It shouldn’t have been hard to invent a wheel, after all he knew what they looking like, but getting two round bits of wood to make the leap from ‘more-or-less round’ to ‘functional wheels’ was apparently a little more difficult than it looked.
4. Some people approached life with the idea that sanity was optional and if they managed to accumulate enough disadvantages the universe would reward them with fame and fortune just to balance the scales. Sadly, life was a lot less like a GURPS game than they imagined.
5. The problem with following deer paths were that deer were inherently fickle animals. He looked down the three foot drop that neatly bisected the trail and sighed.
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Written Dec 13th, 2008 and filed under Story Prompts,Writing Posts
Tags: Cold, Death, Deer, Disadvantages, Fear, GURPS, Invention, Lightning, Paths, Rain, Sanity, Smells, Trails, Wheels