“I can’t believe she’s left you over your horoscope obsession,” remarked Crow. “Seventeen years together, right?”
“Yeah,” lamented Sparra. “My folly Taurus apart.”
(#VSS365, Prompt: Seventeen, 162 characters)
“I can’t believe she’s left you over your horoscope obsession,” remarked Crow. “Seventeen years together, right?”
“Yeah,” lamented Sparra. “My folly Taurus apart.”
(#VSS365, Prompt: Seventeen, 162 characters)
“Listen,” said Crow, “if you keep replacing my fancy kitchen utensils with cheap imitations, I’m gonna evict you!”
“Well,” replied Sparra, “that’s a whisk I’m willing to take.”
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Imitation, 175 characters)
While the tribe carried him to the mouth of the volcano, as a tribute, Michael regretting showing the tribe a few magic tricks.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Tribute, 127 characters)
“I confess, I beat him to death with his guitar,” she wept. “He wouldn’t stop strumming the damned thing.”
“Right,” sighed the judge. “First offender?”
“No, first with a Gibson,” she replied. “Then, a Fender.”
(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Strum, 207 characters)
The ice sculpture had replaced the chip van. Nonetheless, the glittering statue of a woman defending a babies pram from a dragon had his complete attention, awe and reverence.
It’s a shame the seagulls didn’t feel the same way.
(#VSS365 #BraveWrite #MicroPrompt, Prompts: Seagull, Glittering & Pram, 226 characters)
The shipped rocked violently through the whitecaps. Frightful crewman fought to keep everything lashed down below deck. The captain grimaced, looking up at the silhouette of an unlit lighthouse.
(#VSS365, Prompt: Whitecaps, 194 characters)
“Met a girl last night who said she’d show me a good time,” said Sparra.
“And did she?” asked Crow.
“Yep, she ran a 100m in 7.3 seconds,” sighed Sparra. “A speed to revere.”
(#MicroPrompt & #BraveWrite, Prompts: Speed & Revere, 171 characters)
She didn’t want to skip leg day, but if she didn’t eat his hands soon, he was going to pick the padlocks again.
(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Skip, 111 characters)
As the government began burning the bodies, they promised we wouldn’t lose a quarter of Earths population, like last time. They cannot repeat the mistakes they made in 2020.
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: Body, 174 characters)
“I swear,” grumbled Sparra, “if they elect him, I’m gonna cut the Atlantic in two!”
“I guess for that,” remarked Crow, “you’ll need a sea-saw.”
(#VSS365, Prompt: Atlantic, 142 characters)