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It's not a graveyard. Graveyards have bodies.

20250325 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Everyone said it wasn’t a graveyard. There were no bodies buried in it. The police had checked. So it wasn’t a graveyard. It was simply a patch of ground that - so far as countless civil servants had been able to find -

Goblins Don't Exist. Trust Me, I'm A Faerie.

20250324 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Pipkin’s walnutty brow furrowed. “What?” “It’s to keep away goblins.” Waldo repeated. “No offence to yourself, of course!” “Ah, yeah, none taken.” The small fey peered up at the chalk scrawls. “But… goblins don’t exist.” Waldo scoffed. “Of course they do!” “No.

The Dead Musicians' Support Group

20250323 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com This was definitely the place. Olivia examined the front of the music shop, trying to find a nicer way of saying ‘ratty and worn down, like most small businesses around here’. This was a community interest piece after all. ‘Charming traditional establishment which wears its

A Dog Degree WITH HONOURS, Mind You

20250322 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “Tess, you’re being too hard on yourself again.” The frantic rummaging in the wardrobe paused as a haughty scoff escaped. “You would say that.” Barnaby sighed. “You know I’m right. Working yourself into a tizzy isn’t-” “I know you know nothing about

Oranges And Lemons And The Tunnel Never Ends

20250321 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com In the semi-darkness the pebbles looked like coffee beans. The dirt crumbled underfoot like rich dark sugar. The water dripping down the walls could be chocolate. No, it was too orangey. Well maybe there was orangey chocolate. Or it could be coffee with syrups added?

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