Writing Prompt
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Wednesday WriteO Character Prompt: Northeast
There are eight women who live about the continent of Maybella, each in charge of a direction on the compass. They guard the continent against hostile magic, each keeping to a tower in their respective area. Most renowned are the… Continue reading
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Saturday WriteO Prompt: Meet
The first time that William Kemberton saw her, she was sitting cross-legged in a small clearing running her fingers through the grass. He paused at a tree before approaching her, surprised that anyone had dared to be on his family’s… Continue reading
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Thursday WriteO Setting Prompt: Fourteenth
My fourteenth birthday party is the easiest to describe because there wasn’t one. The only times I had some semblance of a party was from ages 1-6, then 11, then 13, and then 18-21. 1-6 was thrown by mother. 11… Continue reading
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Tuesday WriteO Poetry Prompt: Room
In my room, there is a warmth that belongs to me, In my room, my desk sits at the window, In my room, a view of the street I can see, In my room, I see the morning glow, In… Continue reading
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Saturday WriteO Prompt: Transform
I’ve always liked the idea of transformation whether it be something like fictional Transformers or more realistic like the metamorphosis of a butterfly. I think it’s because I admire great change. Change that is good or in a good way,… Continue reading
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Wednesday WriteO Character Prompt: Gaudy
Martin Hangston is known by the few people close to him as ‘Marty’, but he actually prefers ‘Marci’. He seems appropriately ‘normal’ outside, just a tad shy and quiet, but that’s ‘normal’ for a young boy his age that lives… Continue reading
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Saturday WriteO Prompt: Wish
I wish that I had a little pocket dimension where time was slower and I could step in it to write. There, I wouldn’t be allergic to anything and so wouldn’t have to press a tissue to my nose every… Continue reading
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Thursday WriteO Setting Prompt: Morgan
Morgan’s room was often described as a cluster of colours that didn’t go together, a visual grinding melody. As a rental, there weren’t any wall decorations but just columns of bookshelves of a variety of heights, widths and colours. The… Continue reading
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Tuesday WriteO Poetry Prompt: Extinguish
I’ve burned brightly, And I’ve smouldered too, I’ve been orange flame and blue flame, Only with you. There have been moments of smoke, When it seems ash is all that’s left, But this flame is never extinguished, It just sometimes… Continue reading
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Saturday WriteO Prompt: Answer
I cannot fathom the number of things that I don’t know and so I do not seek to find answers for everything. I don’t think I need to ask myself: what is the meaning of life? And that’s because I… Continue reading
