*pokes Muses*
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Day 12 Prompt: Noun/Object: Vine (Ivy/Weed/Grape)
It's grown while he was gone, enveloping the house in coppery green leaves that glint in the fading sunlight. He reaches out, to pull down the strand that hangs precariously along the door frame, and she bats his had away before the posion has a chance to do much more than blister.
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Day 17 Prompt: Random Wikipedia Entry: Wax Tablet
Blackboards and wax tablets remember what you wrote, long after marks are wiped away. He leans his forehead against the cool stone, these walls hold slate not false veneers of paint and plastic, and wonders what would happen if stone could speak.
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Creations Lovely as the Work of Sleep
Day 1 Prompt: Song/Poem: Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere by William Wordsworth
She sees him less often in her dreams, as if somehow he's unmade himself. Which isn't true--can't be true, he's not that powerful, not here.
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Day 12 Prompt: Noun/Object: Vine (Ivy/Weed/Grape)
It's grown while he was gone, enveloping the house in coppery green leaves that glint in the fading sunlight. He reaches out, to pull down the strand that hangs precariously along the door frame, and she bats his had away before the posion has a chance to do much more than blister.
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Day 17 Prompt: Random Wikipedia Entry: Wax Tablet
Blackboards and wax tablets remember what you wrote, long after marks are wiped away. He leans his forehead against the cool stone, these walls hold slate not false veneers of paint and plastic, and wonders what would happen if stone could speak.
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Creations Lovely as the Work of Sleep
Day 1 Prompt: Song/Poem: Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere by William Wordsworth
She sees him less often in her dreams, as if somehow he's unmade himself. Which isn't true--can't be true, he's not that powerful, not here.
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