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A Bloody, Stupid Miracle
The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when
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Her Catalyst
As she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot
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What I Lost
“I lost a finger,” Dolph proclaimed in a manner of startling, distant normality to his father, who had just ghosted by him into the kitchen to find something. His father paused like a clogged clock and spun suddenly on a hinge to see and confirm, and Dolph held up his hand to reveal his organic matter’s metallic replacement. “It’s just the pinky one.”
His father sluggishly pulled up a chair and printed sentences and fragments streamed from the printing compartment on his patchwork-junk face which Dolph had labored so fiercely to build and jumpstart over three years ago. Dolph reached for the re
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So, this is a prompt for the amazing group
We had to use the following:
One Car
Two Letters
Three Days
Four Girls
Five Minutes
Six Times
Seven Years Ago
Eight Feet Tall
Nine Miles
Ten Dollars
I had a few vague images about an assassin that kind of mutated. Was nice though, I've had writer's block for about a couple of months now, but the more I got into this, the more I just couldn't stop writing. Some of the numbers just slotted into place and helped develop the story, but others were a bit more stubborn with what they wanted to be. However, this is probably the most fun I've had with a prompt.
Although I think this still needs a heavy edit, any comments are welcome, and constructive criticism is appreciated
Word Count: 5,031
We had to use the following:
One Car
Two Letters
Three Days
Four Girls
Five Minutes
Six Times
Seven Years Ago
Eight Feet Tall
Nine Miles
Ten Dollars
I had a few vague images about an assassin that kind of mutated. Was nice though, I've had writer's block for about a couple of months now, but the more I got into this, the more I just couldn't stop writing. Some of the numbers just slotted into place and helped develop the story, but others were a bit more stubborn with what they wanted to be. However, this is probably the most fun I've had with a prompt.
Although I think this still needs a heavy edit, any comments are welcome, and constructive criticism is appreciated
Word Count: 5,031
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Certainly not what I expected. Great twist, and congrats on the DD.