REMEMBER WE HAVE A PRIMARY (STORY) DEADLINE TONIGHT
FOR STORIES, NOT FLASHES.
PROMPTS
Only the porter could open the lock
I am the bastard William Williams
The hotel manager read it
Well, Bethan, looks like I went and did it after all
He cut through the canvas
She paused and added, 1913
Tents like white commas, as far as the eye could see
I can't seem to find my feet
To understand, you must lose things
Your life is like a house that unbuilds itself
The pellets we are fed
Time explodes like a nail-bomb
My old man said follow the van
Last Orders
Fortress Singapore
Snow is falling again
The woman opposite is dozing, thinking of murders
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