We’ve covered that I love prompts, but I’ve been remiss in keeping them all listed. My friend Actively Dying is always up for a new one so here are a few I’ve sent out but have yet to write to since I’m knee deep in sand at the moment trying to get Sergeant DeHaven home.
~The white ash drifting down like the snow in the mountains of my youth
could have been considered beautiful if not for what was burning in
the distance.
~Just inside the gates stands a giant sign seemingly stolen from a sick
sort of amusement park. It reads “Welcome to Land’s End.”
