I doubt sometimes whether
a quiet and unagitated life
would have suited me - yet I
sometimes long for it.

- Lord Byron

Alex was a dreamer. Not many people knew about this; she certainly didn’t show it. On the job, she was the practical, tough lawyer; she was smart and straightforward, not starry eyed. Her manner, at times, could even seem robotic; she was a machine that simply plowed through case after case. Even Michelle saw her that way initially; she now ( Read more... )

Where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?

- Haruki Murakami

Image prompt.

Even now, in the silent, cold Colorado night, Rachel dreams of the waves.

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Word Count: 721
Characters: Andy Dowland, Knox

From now on, I'm going to post prompts every Saturday night, whether you guys answer or not! I mean, who knows? Maybe one of these will strike your fancy.

( This one is a print by Hokusai. )

Andy used to imagine being free. The first time he was locked in solitary, he imagined being free all the time. Push-up after push-up, sit-up after sit-up, it was all he could see. His house, his wife's smile. The prison bars fading away like strains of music. Melting away like warm chocolate. Breaking apart like an earthquake ( Read more... )

Alas, nobody seems to have gone for Prompt #8. I hope that Prompt #9 will be more stimulating.

( Here it is! )

We need to get this community going again! I stopped keeping track of whose turn it was, so I've decided to just place a new prompt here myself.

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There's a haunted house across the street from the elementary school ( Read more... )