City of ghosts

The people had deserted the city decades ago, left it to the ghosts they couldn’t chase away. It had stood there since then, slowly falling apart. The once so richly coloured houses, the proud of every family, were plain now, paint flaked off. Once-white curains hang outside broken windows, lifted up and dropped down again by the never-quiet winds.

When there still lived people in the city, there had been walls. All around the city they stood, especially designed to break the winds. Those walls were long-gone now, fallen apart by lack of maintenance, like everything else in the city.

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Prompts #6 – No Cliffhangers

Every day, The Daily Post posts a prompt on their website – a situation or little idea you can use as inspiration to write. Yesterday’s prompt was no cliffhangers, and this is my interpretation.

No Cliffhangers
Write a post about the topic of your choice, in whatever style you want, but make sure to end it with “…and all was well with the world.”

Once upon a time there was a young woman. She liked her life very much. She had a nice job, she had a few very good friends, she loved her parents and she had the best of housemates: her cat Jojo. Her name was Susie.

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Prompts #5 – Favourite Song

Today’s blog is based on a prompt, as are most daily blogs of mine, but today I turned to Reddit for a prompt, beause I didn’t like The Daily Post’s one. Today’s prompt is Favourite Song and this is mine.

Favourite Song
Write a story based on your favourite song. Other people have to guess which song it is.

the king

I pull up my knees up to my chest and lean against the wooden door. It is still dark out, and as long as it is dark, I am safe.
I am good with dark. Always have been. I pull it around me like a jacket, and everytime I put it on it fits better, becomes more and more a part of me and less and less something I can just take off and leave behind. If I would ever want to.

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