It was a world faded to grey, bled of colour. She stared out at the bleached landscape, occasional black accents breaking up the endless sea of snow, and sighed.
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Prose
The Prompt: Beginnings
Last night I dreamt of forgiveness and new beginnings. Of acceptance and moving forward. Of the sadness of regret and the power of possibility.
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The Prompt: a letter
She held the letter in her hand.
How did he know?
She looked around her; at a room that seemed to belong to someone else. Objects collected by another her, in another time, crowded each surface. Meant to bring comfort, but instead bringing only a sense of disconnection.
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The Prompt: Books
The Prompt: Thunder
The thunder crashed again, reverberating around the old house. She flinched, enjoying the fierceness of the storm but shocked by the volume and intensity. Now I’ll find out if the roof leaks, she thought wryly.
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The Prompt: The scent of a memory
As she opened another box, she groaned. How was it possible for one person to accumulate so much stuff?
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