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Daily Creative Writing Prompt - 20070609 |
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Written by Nathan
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The wizard gazed at the spire that rose from the bay and then scanned the shore. Only detritus and driftwood littered the beach. "Always making this difficult," the man mumbled as he touched his staff to the water. He tentatively placed one foot out, and the surface held. The other foot followed and the wizard strode over the smooth surface of the bay towards the tower.
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Daily Creative Writing Prompt - 20070608 |
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Written by Nathan
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He queried the station for the time: 09:07Z. Then he checked his watch -- the times matched. Archaic, redundant, and eccentric as it was, his watch was still useful. He glanced out the bay window in time to watch the shuttle simply disappear. Alarms chirped in his ear while warnings and news flashes posted to his peripheral vision begging for attention. He smirked and kicked off towards his rendezvous.
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Daily Creative Writing Prompt - 20070607 |
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Written by Nathan
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"Look if you must," the ancient acquiesced and waved his hand. The young girl peered into the large pane of onyx, and quickly jumped back. She whirled and looked up at the old man; tears already streamed down her cheeks. He shook his head. "I warned you."
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Daily Creative Writing Prompt - 20070606 |
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Written by Nathan
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The bartender eyed the man at the bar; it'd only be a few more minutes.
Determined, the man slowly reached out with the arm he'd been using as a pillow to drag the shot on the bar closer. He raised his head ever so slowly until his lips were level with the shot glass. A shadow draped over him and a hand fell on his shoulder.
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Daily Creative Writing Prompt - 20070605 |
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Written by Nathan
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Connor spared a glance away from the bear to try and get a better look at Ryan, but his eyes fixated on the expanding pool of blood. The bear took a swipe at him and his sword bit back to keep the animal at bay. Both were determined; both of them wanted Ryan.
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Daily Creative Writing Prompt - 20070604 |
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Written by Nathan
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Yoshiro gripped his bo; beads of sweat rose on his brow. The six street thugs arrayed before him brandished their knives and spoke too fast for him to understand, but he comprehended their intentions well enough.
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Daily Creative Writing Prompt - 20070603 |
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Written by Nathan
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A man bursts through the alley door and doesn't stop his mad flight to look back. The still of the night is interrupted by a low thud that resonates through the building's structure. Less than a breath later, the front quarter of the building ruptures and a fireball reaches into the black sky.
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