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P J Richards Dec 2
🍂🌘🍂"Without worshippers it had lost its heart. Its oak skeleton was sagging, its roof tiles crumbling like old grey teeth, and the walls were blistered by frost damage where winter stalked the building each year, taking bites where it could."
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Eric Lahti Dec 1
She'd ditched her grubby journalist clothes for a designer dress so sharp it could cut diamonds. It matched the predatory look in her eyes, twin daggers that would cut my heart out just for shits and giggles. Goes to show you don't know someone until you piss 'em off.
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2020 Dec 2
This hotel elevator takes forever. Push the button more. It’ll come faster. Ok (tap tap) See. It’s rising. It stopped. Massage it. Massaging the button makes it come faster? Yes. Is this a for something else? Come to my room & find out. (TAPTAPTAP)
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Rachel. E. Brooker Dec 2
Arthur wrinkled his nose; marching over to the round table. "Picture.... a woodworm." "Um...." "An interfering woodworm that burrows inside the castle walls...." Arthur grinned at him. "That's you." Merlin folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Oh good."
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Armond Boudreaux Dec 2
She had found the seed of a thought and fertilized it, made it grow, turned into something that would bear fruit.
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1linewedLives Nov 30
Dec. 2 theme: METAPHOR Emo black hole. Helicopter parent. 'It's a metaphor...' Usual rules apply: Share 1line from your WIP. Theme optional. No buy links, please. Have fun! Marginalized voices encouraged; all voices welcome! CUWeds!
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Sasha Kielman Dec 2
Her grandfather was the dark star around which all others orbited in both his court and in the Realm of Selenara.
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Mary Carter Nov 25
The dinner bill got paid, and they headed outside. Gabe said, “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds,” in such a suck-up way that Lucky and Lily added “Thank you, Dad,” in the very same tone.
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A.K. Caggiano Dec 2
I guess I always turn them into similes Theme: Metaphor
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Stacie Turner Dec 2
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Jana Richards Dec 2
He shook his head and chuckled grimly. A metaphor for my life. The only time he’d ever truly basked in the light was when he was with Jamie. UNEXPECTED
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Laura Laakso Nov 25
Wishearth slips an arm under my neck and shifts to his side, facing me. Under the scrutiny of his dark eyes, I'm very aware of my sweat-slicked skin and I was just sick. But there is a steadiness to his gaze that sees beyond my flaws, and I am silently grateful for him.
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Lexi Lefevre Nov 25
It's hard to not be grateful for a twilight that is forgiving on tired eyes, w/ its graceful colours rippling soft on lakes & clouds stuffed w/ dreams. "That's a plume moth," Halmeoni says.
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Theresa Therrien Dec 2
Backing into the yard, closer to their vantage point, I saw what they saw. A semicircle of smoke rose above the neighbourhood, a giant malevolent black sun, expanding even as we watched.
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Mollie Rogers Dec 2
It was exhausting Ellen just to read about all she had to do this semester. Anyone who said college was a marathon and not a sprint, had never been an honors engineering student. Sprinting for an entire marathon was a better metaphor. 
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John Wilde Dec 2
"Callie, look at this school of fish. This pretty little blue one is unlucky, and Jamey feels sorry for it." She laughed, "And I bet you do as well. Analena, come here; our guys think they've found Dory." Analena walked up, "Captain Nemo is it true? You found Dory?"
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Sadira Stone Dec 2
Eddie Volkov groaned and threw his arm over his eyes to block the too-bright sunshine streaming through the skylight. Why was it so damn bright anyway? December mornings should be mercifully dim and gray, not sharp enough to stab his bleary eyeballs.
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Ruth Vincent Nov 24
As they sat down at their table, Tony gratefully eyed the bread, peeking coyly out of its crisp, napkin covered basket. He shoved a focaccia roll into his mouth in lieu of something to say....which probably explained a lot of his problems in life. theme: "gratitude"
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Amy Wagnitz Dec 2
Mom and dad buzzed around like happy bees, calling out orders and flipping pancakes. My gut told me to look to the oven to see if the cinnamon rolls needed to be put on a cooling rack. That's the number one rule of the restaurant: if you're here, you're helping.
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The Write Prompt Dec 1
MEDICINE DARK Here Without You AMETHYST RAIN RENEW WOOD MURAL METAPHOR EVADE WAITING musical instrument
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