For the writerverse one sentence fic prompts.
“So you see,” he concluded, as the enemy ship sank beneath the waves, “the only difference between a pirate and a privateer is whose flag they fly under!”
The days moved too slowly towards the start of her holiday, yet the hours rushed past as she worked on her dissertation.
The first words to shatter the sudden silence were, “Now, I don’t want to shoot anyone else, so let’s be clear that, given the current circumstances, anything I tell you is not an advisory, it is an order!”
High or low, black or red, you win a little and lose a little, but it’s the house who always wins.
Prompt: role models
Another supposedly childfree character gets pregnant and she wonders, “Where are the women like me?”
For various prompts, eight fics of one sentence each.
One should be careful for what they wish, for not only did the child have skin white as snow but her demeanour was icy, as bereft of compassion as the cold winter winds.
With a villainous laugh, he pressed the button, and began the countdown.
Alone, staring up at the night sky, with the stars shining like a million fireflies, she finally felt at peace with the world.
That ghosts might indeed be real was a shock, and they stayed cuddled up under the bedcovers until the safety of daybreak.
It probably hadn’t been the best action to take, but he’d lost his moral compass a long time ago, and moving in any direction was better than standing still.
The email reminded him he wasn’t alone, that he had people who cared, and sent a sliver of light into the darkness.
The cave entrance was dark and ominous and he could easily imagine that the tunnel beyond led directly the underworld.
“Everyone playing this game lies,” he mused, “plotting behind your back and seducing you with fine words – why, pirates and highway men are more honest, being direct with their demands and consequences.”
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A 3 sentence fic for the prompt “A witch receives a familiar who doesn’t believe in magic.”
“I don’t believe in magic,” Tabitha said, tail swishing idly from side to side.
“You’re a talking cat for crying out loud,” Amber pointed out.
Tabitha blinked her orange eyes and said lazily, “I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”