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Remember the bar with arcade games in the corner, where we knocked back shots and blasted monsters? Remember when we walked home together, laughing through clouds of frozen breath? January nights always bring you to mind. Would we even recognise each other now?
Today's Twitter microfiction. The #vss365 prompt was arcade and the #thurds prompt was together.
thimekeeper
GENIUS. i will apply this immediately
Sunrise sublime and birds call to light that purifies clouds, filtering gold into dawn. Barefoot and wandering, fingers trail through shivering waist-high grass and I am more lost than I have ever been, more found than I would ever have believed.
Today's Twitter microfiction. The #vssdaily prompt was sublime and the #thurds prompt was call.
Rush hour traffic crawls six floors below as you breathe a confession against the rain. "I can't be my own voice of reason anymore." Taillights bleed into reflections on the road, distant and abstract. I buy time, taking a drink, and silence hovers between us.
Today's Twitter microfiction. The #vss365 prompt was reason and the #thurds prompt was drink.
Something New
97 Something New Old habits die hard Old flames become anew Not quite admirable Or the dives we are used to The fire resigns, inadequate arrow Blowing across the horizon A heart is to be fallow Soon to be planted Anon to give rise Better one that has granted Beyond the big eyes A smart one has said be safe In the narrow Never go wide Unless you’re a sparrow Peace bestowed upon…
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From VICTORIA (Angel Creek Christmas Brides, Book 19). Pre-Order Today. December 11 release day.
Penniless or not, she didn’t belong in this cold and dreary place. She belonged where the world went as far as the eye could see. She belonged home in Wilmington with the taste of the sea on her tongue. The freshness of the sea air that blew in on the wind. Not here when she sat froze to the bone under a big heavy blanket.
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VICTORIA (Angel Creek Christmas Brides, Book 19)
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Yeah, it's a weird place, but it's home. . . From Thurds Words prompt, July 4 2019. The prompt was 'new'. . . #thurds #new #writeblr #writing #urbanfantasy #shortfiction #flashfiction #TNAC #TheNewAshtonChronicles #WitchWay #WIP #writingprompt #prompts #thursday #writingcommunity #microfiction #amwriting #shortstories #fantasy #writerscommunity #writers #authors #fantasywriters https://www.instagram.com/p/BznXulqg6iE/?igshid=1e32qfcbnnj8s
