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Set I, Prompt 2: Write a story with no dialogue, only description

WC: 256

           The wind twirled her hair with every gust, adding tangle after tangle, with no care in the world about the time it would take to brush it out when the girl got home. She smiled at the smells that owned the brisk air. There was maple, and damp leaves, and forming dew and the smell of pine in every breeze that passed. She stared as the falling sunlight penetrated the tree line, filling her front yard with broken and ever-shifting rays of sunlight that she could picture her future children playing in. She wanted to start a family here, in the autumn air, to have her perfect life, with the man standing next to her.

           He smiled at her, knowing that this was her favorite time of day, and seeing nothing but pure joy in her eyes made him the happiest he had ever been. She was his entire world, and this was the kind of scene she could collect her inspiration from. He knew that she wanted a family, and he was happy to give her whatever life she wanted, because he wanted it too. He wanted more than anything to have a family and a life where the autumn air filled with pine bled through the trees. He reached to her hand, and she looked at him with adoration as she squeezed his fingers in her grip. The silent ‘I love you’ was felt by both as they continued to enjoy the evening together, never dreaming of life that could possibly be better apart.

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Set I, Prompt 18: Write about what happens after dark

WC:329

           The sunset was pretty, but the time of day he loved most was the night. He would sit on the roof of his house, above the street lamps, and look at the stars. He would watch the phases of the moon pass as the days did, and watch the constellations change positions as the seasons did. He also loved to imagine what really happened in the world at night.

           Sometimes he thought about meteor showers and how they could be battles between Gods in the sky, or even just pebbles between angel brothers, being thrown as a distraction for each other that ended up distracting us. Other times, the stars looked like they were having a conversation. They twinkled and winked and shimmied in the night sky they were talking about something we could never understand, simply because it was every day topics for them. Usually he felt like this was the moon’s only time to come out and play. After all, it would make sense if the sun was the bully that wouldn’t share, then the moon could come out and play when the sun goes to bed.

           Then sometimes, He considered the darker options. The nighttime could be the time the darkness finally has a chance to creep back over the world, taking everything back over, like a rightful ruler finally returning home. Perhaps when the darkness takes over, the creatures that live within it could come out and explore everything it can’t touch in the day light. They would slink around with their sharpened teeth, and claws that drag on the ground as they take their sauntering steps to capture the living people. They would probably meet up with the monsters under the bed. There would be parties of them working together to scare children to death and feeding off the bodies.

           Or maybe the dark is just when it’s calm outside, and maybe the dark doesn’t want to be feared, maybe it just wants hugs.