Tag Archives: Visual Dare

The Chosen

Not being able to see more than a few feet in front of her was unnerving, as was the silence; the only sound she heard was that of her shoes clicking loudly on the damp paving slabs underfoot. There were … Continue reading

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Message

A man in the station was checking his watch when he suddenly raised his eyebrows, then sighed and closed his eyes as his legs collapsed from under him. Some people paused to glance at the prone figure. One of them … Continue reading

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Table manners

Look into my eyes. What do you see? Boredom? Frustration? Damned right. Sorry, I know I shouldn’t cuss. Why haven’t these old folks finished eating? At home when I’m finished eating I can ask to be excused from the table … Continue reading

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Grapes

It was a bitter pill to swallow an’ no mistake; instead of my head hittin’ the pillow I was out of my pit and hitting the street, pullin’ my collar up around my lords an’ peers an’ headin’ for the … Continue reading

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Vermin

Deep in the maze of winding corridors ‘Neath rotting timbers and crumbling stone ‘Mongst dust and filth and the bones of crack whores In darkness I hunt as the wind doth moan Aeons ago humans dwelt in this place Together … Continue reading

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Shadows

The faces of the statues were so life-like that I knew they had been real people, turned to stone in an instant.  As the wind continued to howl about the bones of this ruined city under the darkening sky, the … Continue reading

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The spirit-stone

Gao Ling smiled as he pushed the gondola down the narrow underground river towards the mouth of the cave.  He had been so very wise to hide the spirit-stone during the battle; now that he had retrieved it, he could … Continue reading

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