Writing Prompt #270

Writing Prompt #270: He shivers, the caves are cold and he misses his fur but he doesn’t have time to change.

Writing Prompt #269

Writing Prompt #269: Her bed is neatly made like it hasn’t even been slept in but the room smells like sleep.

Writing Prompt #268

Writing Prompt #268: He curled up in the ally pulling his cloak more tightly around him and curling closer to the stone walls that still held a trace of the suns warmth.

Writing Prompt #267

Writing Prompt #267: She had scared him off and now she might not get another chance to meet him.

Writing Prompt #266

Writing Prompt #266: He waited knowing he would only have one opportunity to make the perfect shot that would take down the enemy leader.

Writing Prompt #265

Writing Prompt #265: She had to decide now: stay and prepare to fight or leave her home forever.

Writing Prompt #264

Writing Prompt #264: He peered suspiciously at the lion, there was no sign of wings or feathers but he could have sworn he just saw it swoop down from the tree with huge feathered wings.

Writing Prompt #263

Writing Prompt #263: He watched her from the top of the stairs waiting for an opportunity to slip out of the house unnoticed.

Writing Prompt #262

Writing Prompt #262: She sets out the tea set and smiles at her guests, they smile back cautiously, she seems nice for a witch but they don’t trust her.

Writing Prompt #261

Writing Prompt #261: He looked in the mirror and noticed the grey hairs were multiplying, he frowned, he was still in his teens and too young to go grey.

Writing Prompt #260

Writing Prompt #260: She sighed and flopped down on her back in the grass, she was finally alone again.

Writing Prompt #259

Writing Prompt #259: He muttered softly to the car as he tried to find the problem, it didn’t seem in the mood to answer.

Writing Prompt #258

Writing Prompt #258: She ran her hand over the familiar grooves of the banister as she ascended the stairs.

Writing Prompt #257

Writing Prompt #257: Steam billowed out of the train making him cough and rub the soot out of his eyes.

Writing Prompt #256

Writing Prompt #256: She was lost, she had no idea which direction to take and everywhere looked the same to her.

Writing Prompt #255

Writing Prompt #255: He turns the handle slowly, there is a loud click that makes him wince.

Writing Prompt #254

Writing Prompt #254: He stuck a flower behind her ear, she laughed and found one for him.

Writing Prompt #253

Writing Prompt #253: He didn’t believe in miracles but his sister did.

Writing Prompt #252

Writing Prompt #252: She tried to ignore the gnawing ache in her belly and focus on her work.

Writing Prompt #251

Writing Prompt #251: He’d rarely seen her sister, a shadowy figure who only ventured out after dark.

Writing Prompt #250

Writing Prompt #250: The mouse scurried across the room and under the grandfather clock making the ladies scream.