Write Me: Eighty Word Story
This post is a sneaky one because I am killing two birds with one stone, so to speak. I never got around to the final prompt offered to me by Al over at Hyperactive Pandemonium for my ‘Prompt Me’ posts that came to an end on Tuesday. As this prompt was created for me, I felt like I had a loose end.
Today’s eighty word story is inspired by the following prompt:
Embers rained down on the City of Hope. The night of enlightenment and conversion had begun.
It was our time. The young ones were to take what was ours by birth right, but denied to us by the old and obsolete. The conversion was a mesh of magical forces looking for fresh, strong hosts. We had planned this all along. We were the Magic Embodied; a group assigned in secret and meticulously hand picked by the Enlightened Resistance. They believed in us, and they too wanted a new world of magic. Our bodies were their vessels.
Feel free to join in with your own eighty word stories, and let me know what you come up with.
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