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Release a genie from a lamp. No, no, don't just open it. Don't go knocking on his door, dragging him out to answer your commands like a faithful servant.

No, release him.

Release him and snap the lamp in half. Throw the pieces into the depths of the ocean to ensnare a sea creature. But release him.

Give him a taste of what you've always had and then tell him it's his to keep. Know he was never really yours.

He was only yours for three wishes.

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The Rebellious Servant and the Obedient Child

"Would you care for a dance, miss?" His voice, a mere whisper in the night air, startled her. It took her seconds to spot him, hidden in the shadows of the shubbery, his dark skin lending itself to his camoflauge. He was tall and lean, his russet hair ruffled by the gentle breeze. He smiled, his teeth somewhat crooked, his cheeks marked with dimples. He had shed his uniform for the night and wore a vest and trousers. He almost looked like a gentleman, she thought, and he could pass, were it not for the undeniable look of mischief in his green eyes. "Sir Henry, I am certain my father has informed you I am not to attend the dance tonight," she whispered, leaning out her window. He slid soundlessly through the dark, reappearing directly in front of her. She nearly lost her train of thought. "I appreciate your concern," she said, "but my father's word is law." "A law banning beautiful young women from attending balls?" he asked, "Surely a law like that would be argued in Congress. Have you taken it up with them?" "Sir Henry..." She pressed her hand over her mouth to hide her grin. Her heart was racing at the flirtacious, dangerous words. Were anyone to see them - her, mistress of the estate, and him, a lowly servant boy who must have rummaged in her brother's old clothing - talking in the light of the moon, scandal would soon follow. Hushed whispers and rumors. He would be punished severely and she could very well be sent away. Yet somehow, knowing the threat that loomed overhead only made his words sound sweeter. "Miss Margaret," he said, offering his hand, "It would be the greatest honor any man could know to share but one dance with anyone as lovely as you. Imagine how it must feel to share one with you, the genuine article."

He held his hand there for four seconds before the quiet gasp of the kitchen maid interrupted them.

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Aug. 5 Writing Prompt

Hallucinations and apparitions, one mistaken for the other.

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Aug. 4 Writing Prompt

Crime and punishment.

August 3 Writing Prompt

A rebellious servant and an obedient child.

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August 2 Writing Prompt

Write a character the exact opposite of your Meyer-Briggs personality type.

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August 1 Writing Prompt

What makes you laugh?

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July 31 Writing Prompt

The evening of the end, the curtains come to close, the last light of -

oh, you know what I mean. Summer is ending.

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July 30 Writing Prompt

"I can't seem to feel it."

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Warm hands Cold hearts Magical lands Broken parts. I told you about fairy rings and all these stupid little things. Crinkled eyes Wrinkled grin And pain, somehow, mixed in. Do you remember orbs of light drifting around our heads and of those dreams we might let into our beds? Do you think of me on a starless night? Do you think of me and orbs of light? Do you think of fairy rings and all these stupid little things I think define me?

Letting go sewing myself together because I know one day I won't remember.

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June 29 Writing Prompt

Orbs of light on a starless night.

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We have a word for everything. Even fear of words. So it isn't surprising the men in white with their perfect mustaches and horn rimmed glasses told me I had pyromania

They told me something I already knew: I loved to watch things burn. But they spoke like it was sickness, disorder instead of a magic that calmed me a beacon of light in a world of darkness. A flame in my veins that burned me from the inside out that scarred me on the outside. Scarred but never scared. So when they locked me in an empty room with steel chairs and fire blankets and told me no more fire I turned my lighter on myself. And the flame in my veins felt more alive than ever before.

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June 28 Writing Prompt

Set something on fire.

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June 27 Writing Prompt

A beloved author.

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June 26 Writing Prompt

A never ending cycle screaming to be broken.

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June 25 Writing Prompt

Another troubled soul.