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Stories will not be written easily. A story without a heart is dead, and the only place it will get a heart is from the author.

Writing Prompt: 07-18-2014

Origin: Reclamation, by Matt Stewart. For those of you who are new here, let it be known: I don’t know the artist, so I would advise caution if you look at any of his other works.

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[I really look forward to being able to read anything you write from this prompt, and I expect to enjoy it very much and for my readers to also enjoy it. That said, please keep everything as clean as it gets because otherwise I will delete the comment or link to your blog.”Only what is good for building up…” If in doubt, ask. My contact information is on the About page.] 

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5 thoughts on “Writing Prompt: 07-18-2014

  1. Hannah on said:

    Oh, I love this picture and want to come up with something for it! …. Um, if I come up with something, I’ll be back! 😀

  2. Hannah on said:

    Shattered ice spread out in an starbrust as the blade broke into the frozen snow. Brushing aside the stiff strands of her dark hair, Kasa glanced up again at the moonlight sky, shrouded with clouds threatening to forever ruin her one chance–if she could stay alive long enough to have the chance. The moonlight had only a small slice of time to shine between the jagged mountain pass. Her gaze traveled down to the ice castle rising amongst the frosted trees.

    She tilted the sword the side, angling it so that the moon rays would reflect from on this sword and script upon it could open the entrance to that castle. The castle that held the secret she’d searched for all her life.

    Now it was only a matter of waiting. Waiting while listening to those cursed cat cries coming ever closer. Her enemies were gaining their lost ground fast. She cast an anxious glance back up at the celestial sphere. At another wild cry, this one closer than any of the others, she untethered her belt and let it and her sheath fall to the ground. Catching the clasp at her neck with her other hand, she let her ragged red cloak catch the wind and sail away. She could not afford any impediments in the fight to come.

    The moon shone clear and cold. The clouds swirled ever tighter around it. And she waited. They would arrive soon.

    • I really enjoyed this piece, Hannah, and you have my curiosity. What is this secret she’s looking for?
      And, as I think I’ve noted before, but I don’t remember if I’ve ever mentioned… I really like your writing style. It’s lovely. 🙂

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