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You are anonymously given a map for your birthday, and assume it's a joke. Until you look closely...
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The whithered scrap of paper lay still in Ammer's limp hands. _Answers. _That is what he wanted.
A breath away from despair, he glanced down at the aged parchment in his grasp once more. _Still blank. _Desperate, Ammer brought the parchment close enough to his eyes so that it brushed the tip of his nose. He could not find the slightest mark of ink anywhere. In a rage, Ammer groaned, crumplin...
Consumed by bunches of wrapping, I reach for another long tube covered by more of the bright colorful, birthday themed wrapping paper.
“Oh! This one’s from us! We thought that since your turning 18, we would keep the family tradition!” My mom interrupted.
I keep her words in mind as rip the top of the tube and pull out what’s inside. A worn out, aged piece of parchment is in my hands.
Laughte...
I trudge down to the mailbox in the chilly twilight. Opening it, I’m pleased to find it almost full. Looks like a few people remembered my birthday, I think. Moving out to the middle of nowhere hasn’t made people forget about me.
It’s too cold to linger by the mailbox so I quickly scoop what’s inside and hurry back to the warmth of the house. I throw the stack of mail onto the kitchen table and s...
The ocean had always been linked with her life, Morgan’s namesake, her Mam’s source of income and Pa’s, setting off to trade with the neighbouring isles as she played on the docks with the other children. It is the hub of their small town, where everything new arrived. The colours of spices and fabrics being unloaded, smell of salty sea and sweat from sailors.
“Morgan! Morgan!”
Mam’s shrill voic...
Never thought I would feel like a pirate, but today that’s exactly how I feel. I don’t know who this card is from and I don’t know how it has managed to get delivered to me whilst on a cruise with my friends. But right now, in my hands, I’m staring at a crumpled map.
“Let me see.” Sam jostles in closer to me, her chin perched on my shoulder. She has never understood the concept of personal space....
Every day they bomb us. They try and destroy us. We want to escape but there is nowhere to go.
The bombs fall and no one helps us. We are being ground into nothing. Hundreds of us, devastated and scattered.
One day, we find a map. It promises a way out. Survival and help is waiting for us. It could be a trap. It probably is a trap. It is a small scrap of hope in a time where we have no altern...
Aidan woke up to the scratchy licking of a tongue on his face. Blinking to clear the sleep, he looked around and found himself lying on the ground in a verdant wood surrounded by tall trees. The fluffiest dark gray creature licking him hopped away and chirped a laugh. Nearby lay a beautiful young woman, curled up and snoring lightly. He could just make out the short, velvety stubs of her antlers. ...
I place my empty champagne flute on the nearby coffee table and collapse onto the couch, contentedly exhausted.
I survey the scene around me.
Speckles of gold metallic confetti glitter are strewn about the room, reflecting off of the slow glow of my dimmed evening lights. The hour is well past midnight and my home is finally winding down.
Empty plates and glasses occupy every available surf...
Giggling in excitement I rip open the brown wrapping paper in anticipation of the surprise. I assumed the gift was from my uncle - a mysterious man who now lived in the Alaska wilderness. Although I hadn’t seen him for a decade, he sent me a present every year - last year a book of drawing I’m still trying to decode the year before a crossword that I haven’t worked through completely. But alas, I ...
She looked at the map thinking it was a joke. Her husband was known to be a jokester, but something caught her eye.
The map seemed to deeply resemble the beach a couple miles away from their home.
They docked their ship there.
So she followed the map, still assuming her husband had delivered it.
After a quick walk, she made it too the harbor.
But when she saw what she thought she saw, she took off...
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VISUAL PROMPT
Hiking in the woods, your protagonist is met with this view. In a short scene, detail their immediate reaction; emotions, thoughts, actions, etc.