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EMERGENCY The Rapture
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#WritersCoffeeClub 18 Sept: Have you written something blasphemous?
#Bang! Suddenly, the sky lit up, and people on the park swings began floating up in the air. At least some of them. Arms of the monkey bars reached out to capture others.
I lowered the sun visor in the car and checked my emergency list of actions to take during the Rapture.
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LoreleiceComb over the shelf
That's full of assorted discs
Collected for life.
They can't go and delve
My personal treasures with
Contained memories.
Extra Special Bitter
βοΈFaerieβοΈI comb my shores
for shimmer, feeding gulls
salty fries from the cup in my hands:
where the gulls come from, I
haven't a clue, but
they are here, and
so am I, and so
I feed them, enamoured
with this small moment
beneath my poetskin. #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #WSS366 #Food
Today's #MicroPrompt: Comb
Reply with:
+ A #story that contains the prompt word (derivations and tense changes ok), or
+ An excerpt from your current #WIP that contains the prompt word, or
+ A #poem!
The only rules: keep it to a single toot and be sure to check out the other replies!
Kistna needed to bog down her professional life due to her voluntary relocation from Key West. Although she had melty memories with her former colleagues there, she wanted to come back to her bustling hometown instead. When she finally returned to Miami, she did not want to be swamped with research-based work. So, she opted for a lot of creative time at her studio apartment.
Writer's prompts for short fiction
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There are some non-English ones as well, but I don't keep track of them.
Edit: Fix typo in hashtag name.
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Jack
#Wss366 #MicroPrompt 9/13
Jack, Jack, come out and play!
The sun may shine another day.
The children's song rang hollow in Jack's ears, wilted cabbage leaves that had started to slide down the side of his face.
Whirling faster and faster, the children danced around him, till someone's hand slipped, sending them all flying helter-skelter across the muddy schoolyard.
Jack's smile wobbled and then slumped as he watched yesterday's friends laughing, the oldest helping the little one up, dabbing their tears with handkerchiefs made from gingham flour #bags.
Miss Dupont watched, imagining the lectures on staying clean that the mud-spattered girls would receive that evening. Recess was over, so she rang her bell.
"Jack's gone all #melty," said Becky Layette, the eldest. Soon she would be Becky Poindexter and have young ones of her own. She was the girl who had presented Jack with two bright, shiny brass-button eyes. Now, only one eye remained, staring at the spring thaw sun.
She gave him a push, and he was no more.
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