Monthly Archives: May 2018

Image Writing Prompt #191

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Writing Prompt #191:

‘He’s my best friend.’

‘And he’s my second best friend.’

‘Hey!’

‘Just kidding, he’s my best friend.’

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The Beggar’s Coins response to Image Writing Prompt #179

I love the way you created such a good sense of place in such a short piece. In response to Image Writing Prompt #179

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On Sundays, I respond to a writing prompt that I enjoy.  This week, I chose the dragonition image prompt #179.  The image creeped me out (contained an antique doll), so I’m not including it this time, but the prompt words included in the story are bolded.  Because I read Longtails and reviewed it earlier, I wrote this from the perspective of human-like mice.  It may or may not be a fanfiction…

“Alms for the poor?”

I jumped when the beggar, ears ragged and fur matted with the filth of the city streets, tugged on my cloak.  Without thinking about it, my hand reached for the short-sword on my hilt, but I let the blade rest in its leather scabbard.  “I don’t carry coin I don’t intend to use for myself,” I said.  “The Church of Screel will gladly give you sup, if you’d find your way there.”

The…

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The Raven Man response to Writing Prompt #541

I like the twist in this story in response to writing prompt #541.

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https://purpldragon.wordpress.com/2018/05/12/writing-prompt-541/

When the rack of bells jingled behind him, signaling that someone had entered the shop, Zeke didn’t look around. Business usually picked up on Friday afternoons as people realized the random parts they needed for their home improvement attempts. A steady stream of people had been flowing through the shop since about lunchtime. That was four hours ago now, and the hum of conversation and the occasional dissatisfied customer had faded to the background of Zeke’s consciousness. With every flick of his knife against the wood, a sliver of his problems seemed to fall away. By now, with the head of the raven steadily forming under his blade, he wasn’t worrying. When the shop fell silent, and when that silence cracked with his mother’s yelp of horror, he took him a moment or two to return to the present.

“I understand that you sell many things here, Mrs. Hammer.”…

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