《My Writing Prompts》May 10, 2022
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The desk faces a window that over looks a small garden on the edge of the woods. The desk is small, it once belonged to a teenager, it was picked up for cheap at a yard sale years ago because it was painted hot pink by the teenager back then. The color doesn’t matter, it will do fine for what it’s needed for. On the desk is a computer with a telephone and a television that works as a computer monitor. The computer chair is grey, looks like most mundane office chairs, nothing special. During the day, the computer corner is the main one used.
At night the computer corner is dark and the bed in the opposite corner of the small room. The queen sized bed with dark blue sheets and a bright red comforter that sits under a window where the cat likes to perch and watch the various wildlife during the day.
A wood hot pink desk, something picked up at a yard sale a few years ago and once belonged to a teenager (hence it being painted hot pink) sits under a curtainless window.
The view isn’t much, the landlord parked a 1969 Airstream trailer in front of it. The Airstream is rusty and needs work, it’s just part of the landscape, nothing more.
On the desk is the computer with the outdated television that now only serves as the computer monitor. The keyboard, mouse and headset are laid neatly aside, everything is turned off, the work day is over.
Across the room there’s a queen sized bed with dark blue sheets and a bright red comforter under the other window in the room. A black and white cat lays on the rumpled comforter enjoying the fading rays of the sun.
The cat jumps from the bed as a spray of water splashes him. The shower water is warm and I am enjoying the feel of it on my tired body. I always sleep better after a shower.
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8 187Young bloods (WIP)
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8 222I, Paladin (an urban fantasy novel)
I was born and raised in Guthrie, Oklahoma—a town with 10,000 people. Mama runs a vintage diner inherited from family and the farthest I’ve been from home is a thirty-minute car ride to Oklahoma City. It's been a traditional middle-America upbringing. Until I have to defend myself from a vampire at sixteen. Suddenly, life is fight training, classes about monsters, and possessing a power I don’t understand or know the origin of—all made more complicated by a crush on my instructor, Agent Thirteen. I don’t want any of this, but The Agency promises to pay Mama’s medical bills and making sure she’s taken care of always comes first. It’s only been the two of us for years. Becoming a paladin means sacrifice.
8 168The KING group
Does circumstances make a person, or does a person make his circumstances? How far can an ordinary person go when pushed to the limits? What is right and what is wrong? And how far can one fight back an incomprehensible opponent?
8 111THE OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST
A contest of long word counts and big prizes!
8 92~cherry~ Mitchell Harper // discontinued
(𝔹𝕒𝕕 𝔼𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟)𝕀𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦t 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝.ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 "𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒"♡︎‼️DISCONTINUED‼️❗️under editing❗️#𝟛 - 𝕄𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕣#𝟡 - 𝔹𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
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