“The EMP worked, ” cried Sam, “the robots are…”
Her mothers’ blank stare and limp body told her no victories in war are clean cut.
(#HorrorPompt, Prompt: Blank Stare, 132 characters)
“The EMP worked, ” cried Sam, “the robots are…”
Her mothers’ blank stare and limp body told her no victories in war are clean cut.
(#HorrorPompt, Prompt: Blank Stare, 132 characters)
“She had some gall telling me I am what I eat,” growled Samantha. “I’m nothing like my sister.”
(#MicroPrompt, Prompt: Gall, 95 characters)
Their rubicon moment, glasses in hand. “3.. 2.. 1..” The Grand Master took a group selfie as the tainted wine tickled their throats. “Things have changed since ’78,” grumbled Jones.
(#BraveWrite, Prompt: #Rubicon, 182 characters)
Fear coursing through her veins, shoe in hand, she tugged at the royal blue curtains. Where the bloody hell did that spider go?
(#VSS365, Prompt: Royal, 127 characters)