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365 days of very short stories

June 5th - prompt: swallow

The truth is often hard to swallow she thought as she looked down at her palm. She clutched a slip of paper that held her past and her future, folded tight. A DNA test that would tell her who her real parents were & whether she had been raised by strangers.

*Edited: The truth is often hard to swallow she thought as she looked down at her palm. She clutched a slip of paper that held her past and her future, folded tight. A DNA test that would tell her who her real parents were. She crumpled it in her hand.

June 6th - prompt: conjuring

My mind plays tricks, conjuring old, forbidden memories from dusty spaces and locked cabinets like secrets stashed beneath a bed or kept under lock & key, out of sight yet never forgotten - always lingering at the edges, waiting to be discovered and set free.

June 7th - prompt: six

Once upon a time, there were six sisters.

One died by juice of poison; one by the prick of a needle & spinning thread.

One devoured by wolves; one kidnapped by dwarves; one locked high in a tower forever.

And me... I’m married to the Beast.

June 8th - prompt: blur

The edges of my reality blur as I gaze into his eyes. In them I see my past, vanquished, and my future, renewed. I see all I could ever yearn for yet never dared to dream.

I smile as the words leave my lips, placing my fate with his.

"I do."

June 9th - prompt: roar

The roar of the ocean filled her ears - a serenade of white noise, waves crashing on shore and reaching to touch her toes nestled in the sun-baked sand.

If she threw herself among the waves, she wondered if she would float.

She stepped into the ocean's grasp.

June 10th - prompt: inch

The cluster of baby dragons were no more than an inch tall, though she knew they would grow bigger. When they looked up at her, they squealed and burped tiny sparks of flame. She would need to find a much larger space to keep them, and more fire resistant.

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give me an inch

I’ll take your smile

run with it through

ten thousand

deserted miles

give me your heart

I’ll take it whole

devour in one gulp

the workings

of your soul

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June 11th - prompt: paws

Paws 🐾 reach for you, claws knead, seeking comfort and stability. You are a safe harbor for the ship among storm-bashed waters, the stretch of warm sand after decades lost at sea, the sputtered water released from choked lungs. You are salvation.  

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June 12th - prompt: tightly

The thread was tightly wound, ready to be unraveled and knit into someone’s creation, formed from personal design and taste, cultivated from a simple ball of thread and an idea, two hands move quickly, deftly find the knots, unwinding the thread only to create anew.  

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June 13th - prompt: parts

Your world exists in so many moving parts, you may reach to touch the universe but you will never fully grasp it.  

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