Prompt 11 Prudence
Mauricio de Braga wiped gritty sweat from his brow. It had been hotter, he knew it had, but at the moment, that seemed impossible. The clay earth burned his bare…
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March 21, 2019
Prompt 10 Spring Sun
Here I sit, the sun is on my back like a warm hand. The breeze reminds me of the months I've just endured, the icy-hands that clawed at my ears…
March 20, 2019
Prompt 9 Tin Can To Anywhere
X-ray machine. Pat down. Any liquids? No. Laptop? Charging device, battery, ipad, samurai sword? No. You have no rights behind this line, not in the air, and certainly not while…
March 14, 2019
Prompt 8 Fool
The morning was sweeter than an autumn peach. The sun rose like fire. It was still cool, but the sun would soon see to that. The waves whispered to the…
March 13, 2019
Prompt 3 Fire
The fire was mine. I held it, and it possessed me. The golden tangle was mine: a universe in my hands. I was god for a moment. The light danced…
March 5, 2019