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Mustn't Panic

20250422 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com It was starting again. That Conversation. Ailbhe ["AELVah"] shuddered, their twig-like fingers unable to block their long ears. The brownie was forced to wrap their arms around their head instead. It wasn’t enough. “…better for the children.” Better? How could it be

Carbon Copy Laid To Rest

20250421 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Grandad’s funeral was surreal. I’d never been able to tell him and Paul apart. It must be strange to see your twin in a coffin. It was strange enough for me, looking at Grandad lying peaceful and then glancing about to see him

All Perfectly Necessary

20250420 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Arthur knew it had to be a particularly vivid dream. What else would place him in the workshop of his beloved creation Sorceress Cecilia? “Creator!” The buxom blond elf threw her arms up and beamed. “O Weaver of All, you have answered my prayers! Praise

Mothering A Changeling

20250419 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “Genny, what did you do?” The young changeling pouted, her cheeks puffing up. “Nothing!” Rebecca swallowed a sigh. Patience, she reminded herself. Patience and love, that’s what’s required. More so than most children. Pointing out school didn’t end for another three hours

Can't Get Bones Professionally Bleached Around Here

20250418 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Now, I try not to judge customers on their purchases. Even grocery lists which look worrying almost always have perfectly innocent explanations. Very few people are, like, serial killers. So there I am, brainstorming all the reasons someone would need five litres of concentrated bleach

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