All the lost lives, where so many spoke no goodbyes, lost in the last mistake humans would make. The dust settled, rad storms rumbled, and it still lived.
VSS365 prompts: mistake, lost, goodbye
All the lost lives, where so many spoke no goodbyes, lost in the last mistake humans would make. The dust settled, rad storms rumbled, and it still lived.
VSS365 prompts: mistake, lost, goodbye
“Freinds to the end,” said Ava.
“To the end,” replied Mary. “More fruit punch?”
VSS365 prompt: friend
She slid further under her duvet as a candy-coloured sandman placed a sugar reed on her dresser. She hoped to wake up from this absurd dream, this nightmare.
No such luck.
VSS365 prompt: dream
Last seen walking the halls of Westminster, hugging the Union Jack. Muttering, “it’ll be a fantastic year for Britain.” The Prime Minister. The last Brit witnessed alive.
VSS365 prompt: hug
She knew something was amiss during the external examination. Peeling back the skin and finding nothing but straw, it dawned on her why nobody checked the pulse on Westminsters retired residents.
VSS365 prompt: nothing
“He ran up the hill and left all that bread behind?” gasped Crane.
“That’s one dopey Slavic duck,” laughed Sparra.
“Maybe he’s Russian,” pondered Crow.
VSS365 Prompts: Dope & Run
She did like a man who cooked for lunch. Forty-five minutes at a hundred and eighty degrees was usually enough for smaller portions.
VSS365 prompt: lunch
“So our first songs a remake of Butterly by Crazytown,” said Sparra.
“Lord, that’s a 90’s throwback,” laughed Crow. “What’s your band called?”
“Blanket,” replied Sparra. “We’re a cover band.”
VSS365 Prompt: Butterfly
“Sorry, I keep asking you to repeat yourself,” said Crow. “My ears are playing up again.”
“Say no more,” replied Sparra. “Have you seen an audiologist?”
“Two years ago, she said I have a disease that makes birds deaf,” sighed Crow. “I haven’t heard from her since.”
VSS365 Prompt: Disease
“I lost all of my money at the craps tables,” cried Sparra.
“Why’d you bet it all on ten?” asked Crow.
“You said it was paradise,” grumbled Sparra.
“No,” sighed Crow, “it’s a pair of dice⦔
#VSS365 Prompt: Paradise