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Daily free stories happen because it is an excellent counter to Writers' Block.
We all know how it goes. Fanart can spread like wildfire while fanfiction or prompts can lurk in the shadows without much feedback or appreciation. But I believe both deserve the same amount of love, so I’m making this post to spread the word. Some of you may not enjoy reading that much, and that’s perfectly ok! I don’t read that much myself. But when you DO read something, please reblog or leave a kind comment/constructive critique. Likes are super awesome too, but not as special as reading your words. As an artist myself, I can tell you that what you say about my art is half of what makes me keep doing it (the other half being loving what I do). I’m sure writers feel the same way. Just a simple “I love this” is enough to brighten our day!
A weightier prompt than usual - MSA Lewis meeting his family again post-mansion. (If relevant, assume the long awkward conversations and explanations are done and the trio+dog are mystery buddies again.)
[AN: I have decided to name Mr and Mrs Pepper “Bel” and “Cayenne” for no real reason other than shits and giggles.]
Vivi awkwardly polished a cracked heart locket with her hands as Arthur drew all the curtains closed. “We… have some news…” Vivi began. She was tense.
a quote from historian Will Durant as I remember it. “Let me give tribute to all those Mothers, who over time dragged their children kicking and screaming through centuries of Civilization.” I presume he means the good Mums. Have fun.
“Say-shun! Say-shun!” Sprout ricocheted around the cabin, enjoying the free-fall before docking. “SAY-SHUN!”
Gavin fielded her on the fifth pass. “Settle down. Sprout. We gotta remember Rule One when we dock. What’s Rule One?”
my name is kylie (or) stephanie. i’m 20 years old and live in niagara falls ontario. this city is regarded as one full of homophobia and transmisogyny as ive been told by many LGBT individuals. this morning i received two very stressful anon messages.
shortly following my response to this message, this was sent
the pixelated text is my current address. these are being sent by somebody who knows where i live. i
Okay so after a long time of putting it off because I am a very big procrastinator, I went back and looked through the SPG lore, starting with the short version, the background of how the band came to be.
And when I got the the end I realized something that took me a few seconds of re-reading the paragraph over a few times.
The bots are fucking war veterans and I never took account of that before now. Holy
Going to the antiques roadshow and finding out the thing you meant to bring is junk… but what’s that hiding in the tissue paper? That little piece of junk that fell in the box is actually…
“But it’s been in my family for generations. My great-great-great-great-great grandmother paid three guineas for it.”
“I’m sorry, but your great-great-great-great-great grandmother was duped. This is a genuine fake. It was forged at the time she purchased it. See this shade of green?
This evening as we were arriving at our hotel on the North Carolina coast, we heard a cry in the parking lot. We thought it might be a cat, so we called for it. The cry persisted. Out of the darkness ran a little orange kitten.
The kitten was desperate. He cried and cried, until we picked him up, put him in our car, and drove around looking for a place to buy cat food
OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH, YOU WONDERFUL BEING -hugs you forever- <33
YO EVERYBODY WHO FOLLOWS ME!
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