Daily Prompt
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“I don’t know how I can thank you, everything you’ve done today will not be forgotten,” he says, looking up at him, tears running down his cheeks. “I’m not being generous here sport, this is what you’d call, a building experience for everyone,” he says with a uncomfortable, wry smile. You can read the expanded…
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“It’s cold,” she says, gripping herself tightly, and letting out a cold shiver. “It’s meant to get colder,” he says as he snaps the twigs over his knee and adds them to the small pile on the ground. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” “When I was a kid dad took us camping…
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“It’ll only hurt for a moment, well, that’s what they tell me anyway,” she says, running a fingernail along one of the protruding veins in his neck before biting down. He gasps for air as her teeth pierce the fragile vein, and his blood rushes out, into her hungry mouth. Go HERE for the…
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She spins the baseball bat in her hands like a baton, and slowly walks around him in a circle, “I fucking warned you Kevin, you should’ve stayed away from her, you should’ve listened to me. Now I’ve got to break some bones, I’ve got to teach you a lesson about listening.” “What? are you off…
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“Oh my god, y-y-you cut it off, you fucking cut it off!” He yells out in agony as blood spews from the stump where his arm once was. “I warned you Kevin, I told you what would happen if you touched her again, what I’d do to you,” she says. Stump is today’s Daily…
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“This is it, this is the one,” he says as he slams the sandwich down in front of her. “Sure, like you haven’t said that at least fifty times in the last three days.” “This time I mean it.” “You’ve said that as well,” she replies as she rolls her eyes in their sockets. “Just…
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“This isn’t a sandwich, this is two pieces of bread with heaven shoved between them! How did you, a never has been, come up with a filing so mouthwatering?” She asks as she takes another enormous bite. He smiles as he leans in towards her, “First, I cut Jerry’s throat.” Sandwich is today’s Daily Prompt…
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**This takes place after chapter one of The Roundhead and before chapter two** “Dare to share? What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?” “It’s like its slogan, you know, just do it, the taste of a new generation! Shit like that, you know, a catch phrase.” “Okay, right, I get it now, dare to…
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I sit here, staring at the screen, lost in the emptiness of the blank page, frozen, like a lifeless, wordless, thoughtless mannequin. I feel the saliva slowly run down my lip and drop softly onto my chin and start its journey downward. How long have I been sitting here? How long have I contemplated writing…
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Ivan drops to his knees and the knife falls to the ground, blood spills from his side, cascading down his leg, quickly forming a growing puddle on the ground beneath him. He forces himself to look up, into her eyes as his face screws up with anger. Her eyes dance devilishly in the candle light,…
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She sits there studying the floor boards, paying close attention to each plank of wood as it run into next, how the grains blend from one to the other. She finds herself beginning to wonder how long it took the man who laid the planks down, how hard he tried to hide the changes of…
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I feel it run across my face, soaking into my skin, like a sponge, the thick, heavy, sticky substance soon engulfs me completely. I struggle for a moment, making one last effort to free myself from its clutches, but soon the blackness of the nothingness swallows me, and I am alone in the darkness. I…