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Your Wednesday Writing Prompt! 07/09/22
Welcome back to my weekly hosting of writing prompts! Each week I post a title and it’s completely up to you how you progress from there. Let creativity be your guide! Write a poem, a short story, some flash fiction, a novel if you must. Share it in the comments below with a link back…
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The Creeper of Dirt Alley – Writing Prompt
Everyone knows to avoid Dirt Alley after dark. A couple of years ago they put CCTV up at both ends in the hope that it might deter the incidents. Nothing changed. The problem with Dirt Alley is that it isn’t straight, even though it looks that way on a map. You can’t see the opposite…
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Drenched in Moonlight, Chapter One
Alyona leaned back in her chair and resisted the urge to tap her fingers on the desk. So, it is you, you hateful little bitch, she thought as she coolly regarded the sixteen-year-old girl standing before her. “Show me your hand.” Talia demanded. Her dark spiteful eyes were narrowed, uncertainty danced across her delicate features…
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Weaponised Incompetence
Understanding the Narcissist You know when you’re building an Ikea flat-pack and you reach the point where you just want to hang yourself because the instructions don’t make sense, the pieces don’t align and quite frankly you can’t picture subjecting yourself to this torture for a single moment longer? This is exactly what it feels…
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Chaos Continues
In the chaos that cycled around her, just for a moment she surrendered. Shoulders slumped, eyelids heavy, reality suspended. The world trickled off her like a rain shower in the spring. Instinct dragged her towards him, all her resistance dissolved. His hand, a slow pressure on her lower back. The warmth of him. Rough fingertips…
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The Dressmaker’s Room
After unbuckling him from his car seat, I expected Benny to launch himself across the gravel path with his usual buoyancy. Instead, a small hand slipped into my own as he stayed beside me. I was startled to see my fearless five-year-old looking suddenly so small and still. “Skellington house.” I found my gaze drawn…
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The Reverend
The Reverend’s decline began the day his son died. Or perhaps, even before that. He looked upon the still form of his son, the steady rise and fall of the boy’s chest slower and shallower with each passing second. He had watched, safe in the knowledge that the Lord was watching over them, so content…
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