It has been a day of no significance so far, right up until the point when my village chose me as sacrifice.
And thus begins one of the wonderful stories from last week and weren't each of them a gem? Rhetorical question because yes, yes they were.
Find out how Anarion's tale from burnt offerings finishes, while you look at the writing prompt for this week and begin mentally excavating your own jewel.
Happy Thursday my friend.
Before You Write About Planets or Pulling…
…here are a few more tiny tastes of what happens when writers think of piercings, kohl, tattoos, and things that burn.
"Look at me. Am I not the most beautiful man in the city? I am ready for you. I have kohl on my eyes to make them greener."
‘Thank god I didn’t tattoo her name over my heart.’ This had been a plan, of sorts, in year one. If they made it five years, Merry ♥ Nadia would have been inked on her pale skin forever.
As first anniversaries go, this one wasn’t bad. It also wasn’t really that good either. It was, however, memorable.
One wrong step as she crossed the creek and Aliki would be doing the wet jean waddle. Her sure, steady feet had made it over halfway. Past The Gatekeeper, a small pointy bastard known for piercing the soles of badly chosen footwear.
Writing delicious story
Upon delicious story
Featuring delectable kinks
A feast of fine debauchery
A piercing scream made her heart stop and then race, only to leave a bitter taste in her mouth when she realised it had just been the children teasing each other. Peals of bright laughter fluttered down into the dorm like snow in sunlight.
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