“We’ll have to go #deeper into your #memories this time. There was some sort of block behind #the #nudiustertian morning. I think there’s some #burden you don’t want to #dwell on. The emotions you report #dwindle to nothing. So, let’s go back before you saw the bright light…”
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I once saw a #dozen figures crowding the #field, #indistinct in the fog. Reenactors of that old battle? I heard a crack and felt something #rupture in my chest. With the smell of gunpowder, the soldiers faded. After this, the #genre of my life had changed. I was haunted now.
(#brieflywrite prompt was “I once saw” and #mentalhealthprompts was “After this.”)
Seven prompts in one tweet! I think this is my personal record. #brieflywrite #whistpr #vss365 #366FF #flexvss #mentalhealthprompts #bravewrite
He sat #dazed as the #monster took out a stubby pencil and began to do #calculus on the back of a receipt. He’d been braced for an attack of #razor-sharp teeth and claws, but this was even more terrifying.
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After #crawling through a #tangle of #ivy, he emerged in a clearing. He brushed dirt and cobwebs from his suit and set his old-fashioned medical bag on the #tomb. “This is where we’ll do the #exorcism then?” The approaching screams told him his patient was near.
mentalhealthprompts #brieflywrite #whistpr #bravewrite #vss365
He could barely find the path in the wild #tangle of the once-tidy #garden. With a #shout, he #pitched forward, scrabbling at his #throat. “You promised to do the weeding after I was gone,” a voice muttered in his ear.
brieflywrite #whistpr #366FF #flexvss #bravewrite
She #scribbles a #poem in the margins of the magician’s #private diary, to #quiet her unease, but her #eyes widen as she realizes she’s written a #riddle instead. Clever old Tobias! He’s given her the answer even in death, if she has the #courage to solve it.
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After the trek through desert, swamp, and brambled wood, the monster at the castle gate is almost a relief. I lick my parched lips and weakly hoist my sword. “You must solve the #riddle to pass!” Gods, I hate riddles. His head rolls until it strikes the door. brieflywrite
“#Nobody will want to read this. For one thing, hair isn’t #unruly. It doesn’t have a will of its own.” “I think Medusa would disagree.” “And the way you try to #flaunt your vocabulary–a shirt can’t ‘exacerbate’ a woman’s cleavage.” “You need to get out more.” brieflywrite
#Journal Entry #73: Old Mrs. Field walks to the mailbox. Opens it. Looks disappointed. Glances up and down the street. What is she #waiting for? She waves to Mr. Peters. He looks shifty. She’s looking this way! I think she knows I’m onto her.
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