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@writingpromptaday
“I feel like... there isn't a word invented yet to describe what I am.”
There was only one bed. But it was California King sized so everything was fine.
Brokeback Mountain romance but it's two dudes who have fishing cabins in either side of the lake.
War hospital nurses comfort each other when they each found their men among the dead in the early weeks of the war. They stayed after that to try and save as many men as they can for the women back home.
This is a big deal for me but I really can't have you acting like it's a big deal or I will freak out.
That odd deep feeling that sits in your chest when someone comes out to you when no one else knows.
After kicking him off the team, they realized just how much he did for everyone.
I'm fragile but don't want to be treated like it.
“To spare my feelings?? To spare my- You lied to me!”
“When you said you got really into 'ships'...” “Oh, no, did you think, like, sail boats?” “Nautical. Maybe war ships. How some people like trains.” “Nooo, no. So, um, 'ships' is short for 'relationships'..”
Hero and Villain decide to meet up to fight at a half-way point since neither likes the commute. Hero wants to fight in the abandoned warehouse but Villain thinks it would be funnier to fight in the Wafflehouse parking lot.
“You never told me.” “I didn't think you'd believe me.” “I wouldn't have. Not in a million years.” “But you believe me now?” “Yeah... yeeeeah I believe you now.”
“He was your friend,” the Villain says to the limp body at their feet. “How close a friend?”
The Hero's shaking hands ball into fists. Silent.
“Shit.”
Everyone thought the rogue keeping their hood up at all times was a broody mysterious choice until a wind elemental blows their hood back and reveals nothing underneath.
The elf lord sipped from his goblet. “This wine was pressed before you were born. And yet I must say you aged more gracefully.”
Being a fantasy animal control officer is a highly underappreciated job. The easy days are a loose lycanthrope or jackalope or some other kind of wizard's familiar. Then there are some people who think it's a good idea to bring a baby tarrasque or owlbear into the city.
The sex was good and the rent was half. What more could I ask for?