20250427 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com The rain was light but unyielding, and his clothes were soaked through, the cheap cotton heavy and chafing against his skin. But he still hesitated. Weighing the building up. Two-story. Dull grey stone on the ground floor shifting to brick on the upper. Just like
20250426 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “You don’t mind?” Steph whispered. She knew the answer; it was the same every time. She just… needed to hear it. “Not at all.” HEM intoned, nir synthetic voice a close proximation to reassuring. “I understand the importance of monitoring and maintaining different resource
20250425 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com When Abigail first moved to the island she hated the fog. How it smothered everything in dark damp grey. The way it stole mornings and sometimes entire days. But now, after living here three years, she’d adopted the local mindset; fog days were like
20250424 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com [Miss Teagan. I will be at the Chained Swans this evening at 20:00. If you are not interested in this opportunity no action is required.] Joan turned the embossed envelope over in her fingers. Distantly admiring the flowing cursive of the letter. Was it
20250423 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “Hmm.” Antonio rolled the ball of clay between his hands. “What are you meant to be?” {I don’t know.} “Not to worry.” Antonio gently flattened the ball, examining where it gave and what strove to hold its height. “Let’s see… A hedgehog, perhaps?