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Here's a little prompt for today.

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Prompt: Gluttony — “Oh,” the mountain ogre said in his low rumble of a tone. “Yes, sir, I mean, master, I-” The human servant pulled at his sleeves and found that he could not look into the gargling maw of the beast. “You say, they is no food?” The ogre said. Spittle on the great ogre’s chin and bare chest dashed the evening light into beautiful...

Day 18 – Exile

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August 29 Well, here I am, forced out of the group and left to fend for myself. They all turned on me. Agetha, Darleen, Kennith. Kennith. The poor bastard killed himself. I don’t know how he had the guts, but he did it. He slipped a knife into his belly. Damn shame. Apparently it wasn’t clear to the women that it was suicide, because once Agetha suggested I had something to do with...

The Deal – part 1

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“Wonderful, it’s just perfect Sam, isn’t it perfect?” “Yes, it’s perfect Julia, but it’s expensive. Look at the cars, nothing but BMWs and Mercedes.” “I know, isn’t it perfect?” Sam and Julia shut their car doors and made their way up the regal steps to meet the realtor standing there. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Gull,” the...

Here is a new one-word prompt for you.

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My wife suggested this word for me and I liked the idea. Hope you all dig it. — Prompt: Pestilence — “Mom, please calm down,” Vicki said. “You’re freaking me out.” “Oh I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you!” The mother said. “Mom, what are you talking about,” Don said, “we’re all on the...

Just hanging out with the best living draughtsman.

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I just finished doing a video shoot with Glen Vilppu and my brother Joshua. Vilppu and Joshua use the tools of the old masters and today we did a shoot for the New Masters Academy. The academy provides art instruction and materials for artists who recognize the authority of the old masters, and build on them to provide art instruction that cannot be found anywhere else today. If you want to see...

Where were you on 9/11?

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I will, in so many words, attempt to express my feelings about the great loss of the American people on the eleventh day of the month of September, 2001. The strike was hard, in our backyards, and there was no escaping it. For we fortunate people not in New York that day, we watched our families, our friends, our fellow Americans, suffering and under attack. The brave Americans in New York that...

Day 12 – Moving Out

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August 23 I knew it was too good to last and it was. The neighborhood was full of those things, and if they realized we were there, they’d have taken us in the night. We packed early this morning and took whatever we could that would be useful. We have some guns now, so that’s good. There were three: a small snub-nosed revolver, a twelve gauge shotgun, and a colt nineteen-eleven that...

Thank you Boy West for today's word.

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Here is a prompt based off of a word suggested by a reader. — Prompt: Ecstasy — Sam Tallson lifted his water-heavy clothes out of the cool pacific surf. He tumbled to his knees when he got onto the beach and tried to calm his breathing down. He took a long breathe and then rolled to his side. His ribs raised and lowered slower and steadier each second. “Sam!” a gargled...

Thank you for the writing prompt Minerva Magdalena!

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This one-word prompt was submitted by Minerva Magdalena. — Prompt: Empathy — “Holy crap, don’t touch it Ronald!” Amanda said. “I’m not going to touch it Amanda,” I said. “I’m trying to see if I can open the trap somehow.” The wolf looked like she’d been there for days. Her huge front leg was snapped in by the bear trap. I...

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