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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Jan 16, 2022 17:01:17 GMT -6
This Weeks Prompt: Avalanche
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Post by pelwrath on Jan 17, 2022 10:24:42 GMT -6
Witches and Werewolves X
The avalanche of information. “How the world has changed in three hundred years, is astounding.”
He’d depleted the money in that first account, and two others. Three trips to Space Centre and he knew all he needed to.
“Cameras, fingerprints, DNA testing. All meant to put thieves and base criminals out of business. I can’t avoid them all. What can I do?”
Kanys drummed his fingers on the table. Humans think history is a myth.
“That’s it! I’ll let them see me. They’ll be so concerned about who I am. They won’t be concerned with what I did and why.”
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Post by RAVENEYE on Jan 20, 2022 14:49:52 GMT -6
Wendigo: A Report
During the last weeks of winter, the avalanche buried the Larsons’ cabin. By then the larder was empty of all but a few wrinkled potatoes, two jars of boysenberry jam, and scraps of stringy dried venison. By the time the townsfolk shoveled a path to the door, the aroma of roasting meat was a welcome thing. The Larsons hadn’t frozen to death after all. Together they’d feast and celebrate.
But inside, all the townsfolk found was the Larson boy, a strapping youth of seventeen. A human leg turned on the spit, and Joel Larson was gnawing on his own arm.
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Post by FoxxGlove on Jan 20, 2022 15:40:27 GMT -6
Shelf Life
She experienced nothing. No emotion. No pain. Never did. She was not expected to. Indeed, how could she, created as she was from circuits, wires, plastics and alloys? And so, when her usefulness became tenuous at best, soon fated to spark and fizzle altogether, they felt no remorse at abandoning her in the solitude of the barrens.
The location was barely a smudge on the map. Terrain decimated by avalanches, wildfires and drought. There was a no more desolate domain to be found.
They did not look back and never saw the droplet of amber oil that trickled down her metallic cheek.
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Post by Mazulla on Jan 22, 2022 13:45:56 GMT -6
AISOYIMSTAN
My Dearest,
By now, you must've heard the rumors. I write you to say that these are true, though the gossips question my sanity. Know that I have turned it over in my head again and again, but I stand by what I saw. A man that I would have mistaken for the landscape, for he was wholly white as snow, down to his attire and great stallion. The avalanche was sure to take my life, yet he parted it as Moses parted the sea.
I hope you believe me. I will return when I have proof.
Your love,
Walter
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Jan 23, 2022 8:57:27 GMT -6
Poll has been added! Bon Voyage!
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Post by Caulder Melhaire on Jan 30, 2022 12:01:10 GMT -6
Congrats RAVENEYE! Have an extra 15 easy for sweeping the competition |
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Post by RAVENEYE on Jan 31, 2022 10:03:26 GMT -6
Whoa, seriously? Cool! Thanks, all!  |
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