Discussion in 'Writing Prompts' started by Arannir, Mar 6, 2014.
All that remained was the beak!
For the fool, insincere praise, friend.
It happened before and will again.
In the beginning, there was pasta.
"Ready. Take aim. FIRE!"
He kicked the litter aside. Dejected.
She cried, but he never knew.
Paranoid schizophrenic prince subverts assassination plot.
She faced the tombstone. "I do."
Separate names with a comma.